In the book, I was fed by my sister

Song Ran turned the fatty pork bought at the market around in the hot pan, which immediately became covered with a thin layer of oil, and then scooped up a spoonful of bean dregs paste.

The spoon for scooping the paste was carefully selected by her. One spoonful of paste is just enough to make one pancake, neither too much nor too little.

The bean curd cakes sizzle in the pan and smell delicious.

But there were people coming and going in front of the store, but no one was willing to come in and take a look.

Diao Xingyun stared at the pancakes in the pot nervously, looked anxiously at the street, and muttered: "At this time, most people should have finished breakfast..."

Song Ran's voice was filled with urgency as he shouted to Song Li, "Little darling, come here!"

Song Li, who was lying on the bench, heard her elder sister's voice and immediately stood up. She finally had a job to do? !

"Sister, what's the matter?"

"Take a bowl of soy milk and two pancakes, and sit on the bench at the farthest end to eat."

Then, Song Ran added: "Call Da Mai to join us! Remember, if you think it tastes good, shout it out loud! Praise it more!"

Song Li took the bowl and the pancake, nodded to show that she understood, and then turned around to find Da Mai.

I walked to the outermost bench and sat down, looking at the pancake in front of me, muttering to myself: If only Li Zi were here at this time, she would be the best at supporting me.

While Song Li was still thinking about how to start the conversation, Damayi had already started eating.

"Wow, it's delicious!" Barley's voice was clear and loud.

Before Song Li could agree, Da Mai changed his tone and said, "Yes, it's delicious!"

This... is a bit exaggerated...

At this time, people who had just finished the market were in a hurry to leave the city, so that they could have enough time for lunch. However, their eyes were involuntarily attracted by two people who were eating with big mouthfuls, especially a fat, white and beautiful girl who looked very satisfied while eating.

The other little girl was also strong and looked well-fed.

Someone came up to ask curiously: "Wasn't this a noodle shop before? Has the owner changed now?"

Da Mai raised her head with a bright smile on her face. She answered while chewing the food, "Oh, bean curd cake! Very delicious!" Her voice was crisp and cheerful, which made people feel happy.

The man looked at the delicious food in front of him and couldn't help but salivate. He had eaten early at home in the morning and was really a little hungry. Infected by Da Mai's smiling face, he unconsciously asked again: "Boss, how much is this bean curd cake?"

Song Ran's face was filled with a bright smile, and he replied enthusiastically: "Each one is only four cents! Not only does it contain duck eggs, but it is also fried in lard. Would you like to try one? We have pickled vegetable flavor and leek flavor for you to choose from."

This selling price was decided by her and Su Xiaoxiao after consultation.

In the city, an ordinary vegetable bun could be bought for two cents, while a meat bun cost three or four cents.

In comparison, the pancakes she made were made with sufficient ingredients, tasted delicious, were priced at four cents, and looked very marketable!

When Yang Wu heard this, he immediately regretted asking this question.

If he eats this pancake now, he will definitely not be able to finish two bowls of rice when he returns home. In this way, his wife will know that he is greedy outside.

But the words had already been spoken, and he felt embarrassed to not buy it.

Her daughter-in-law often scolds him, saying that she can't save face and that the one who pays the money still gets to be the grandson.

I hope these cakes are really delicious. If I take them back and let my wife taste them, maybe the degree of scolding will be slightly reduced. "Then...then I will buy two, one of each flavor."

Yang Wu wrapped a bean curd cake and held it in his hand. The grease soaked his hands and he could tell that the boss used real ingredients. The outer shell was golden and crispy.

I swallowed, but couldn't help eating it.

!

Why is it so delicious! Isn't it bean curd cake? Why does it taste like chicken?

Yang Wu quickly turned around and said, "Boss, give me five more! I forgot I have kids at home."

Afterwards, more customers came into the store one after another, some of them wearing long gowns, and some wearing shorts.

However, it was past breakfast time in the morning, and more than eighty pancakes were fried in total, but less than half of them were sold.

Seeing this, Song Ran handed the task of frying the bean curd cakes to Li Congmei who was standing aside and watched. She turned around and walked into the store to check on the tofu pudding.

"It's OK, the right amount of doneness." Song Ran poked the tofu pudding in the pot with chopsticks and nodded with satisfaction. The tofu pudding was quite well cooked.

She took another look at the rice steamer next to the wooden barrel, opened the lid, pinched a little rice with her hand, put it in her mouth and chewed it, and found it was just the right softness.

Seeing that the tofu pudding was ready and the rice was steamed, Song Ran poured the dry dipping sauce in the can into a large bowl, and then scooped some hot oil from the pot and poured it on top. Immediately, a rich aroma filled the air.

"Boss, how did you make this dipping sauce? It smells so good."

Song Ran smiled and said, "This is a secret recipe I inherited from my father, who used to be a chef. You can scoop a spoonful of oil and dip it in the sauce, then sprinkle some chopped green onions on it."

This dipping sauce requires dried cornus officinalis, dried peppercorns, fried peanuts and dried pumpkin seeds, etc. Grind these ingredients together into a paste.

The young branches of Cornus officinalis are covered with sharp thorns, and the old branches are also covered with tumor-like thorns, making it difficult for people to approach, even birds perch on them.

It is troublesome to pick and eat dogwood, and you need to be careful to avoid those sharp thorns. Because it is difficult to pick and only grows in the mountains, it is rarely sold in the city.

People usually choose other alternatives to dip in water when eating, such as common condiments such as salt and soy sauce.

Diao Xingyun tried to dip her finger in the sauce, took a sip, and then said excitedly, "It smells so good!"

"Come on, let's go out and attract customers for lunch."

Song Ran replaced the wooden sign with a new one that read: "Tofu rice, guaranteed to keep you full."

She looked at the sign and remembered that many people had asked about the price when she was selling bean curd cakes this morning. So she picked up the charcoal and added a few words to the sign: "12 cents a bowl."

She stood at the door of the store, her hands on her hips, and shouted to the pedestrians on the street: "Come, come, take a look, Songji Tofu Rice, delicious and filling, free pancakes for the new store opening!"

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly on the ground, and five or six women came out of the newly opened tofu shop at the city gate. They were wearing simple clothes and stood on the street, shouting loudly:

“Tofu pudding~Freshly baked tofu pudding~”

“Tofu~ fresh and delicious tofu~”

"Bean curd cake~ Fragrant bean curd cake~"

"Come, come, try our tofu, it's hot from the pot!"

The woman's voice echoed in the streets and alleys, attracting the attention of many passers-by. They stopped and looked over here curiously.

"Wow, there's a tofu shop here!" a passerby said in surprise.

"Hey, boss lady, I wonder how it tastes?" another person echoed.

When people got closer, they saw that the price of tofu rice was 12 wen for a full bowl, which was a little more expensive than the 9 wen at the market, but still acceptable.

But everyone thinks tofu is too bland, and the new restaurant is not crowded. Twelve copper coins can buy one or two taels of meat in the restaurant, but if the tofu is not delicious, it is not worth it.

Song Ran took a sip of soy milk and looked at the busy street. Many people looked towards her shop, but no one came in to eat.

She couldn't help feeling a little worried, not knowing how to attract customers.

At this moment, four people suddenly appeared behind her. Song Ran recognized them at a glance. Aren't they the chefs from the braised meat shop?

Brother Yang whispered to her, "Our boss asked us to come here to support you."

Song Ran was touched and happy when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Four guests, please sit inside! Sister Cong Mei, please serve four servings of tofu rice!"

I don’t know if it’s because there are people sitting in the store that it can attract customers, but as soon as Brother Yang sat down, some people actually came into the store.

A bowl of tofu pudding, a bowl of rice and a small dish of dipping water.

He first tasted the dipping sauce, and then showed a surprised expression: "Oh! Boss, your dipping sauce tastes very special, it's good!"

Then, he picked up a piece of tofu pudding and put it in his mouth to chew carefully. The tofu pudding was tender and delicious, melting in his mouth. Coupled with the bowl of steaming hot rice, it made him salivate.

Later in the meal, I found bean sprouts under the tofu pudding.

These bean sprouts were grown by Song Ran herself. They are white and tender. She dares to guarantee that no one in the whole Feng County has her skill in growing bean sprouts. Everyone who has eaten it says it is delicious.

"There is no limit to the amount of rice and tofu pudding you can have. If you need anything, just let me know."

As time went by, more and more customers came into the store and the four square tables could no longer accommodate them.

Song Ran was busy shuttling between the tables. When there were not enough bowls at the end, she assigned people to wash the dishes, which made her even busier.

At this time, a customer shouted: "Boss, can you take out here?"

Song Ran turned around and saw several people waiting at the door. He quickly replied, "Yes, you can take it out. It comes with dipping sauce. It's 15 cents a bowl. If you can return the bowl to us after you finish eating, I will refund you 6 cents."

The price is the same as the one sold at the market, but with an extra dipping sauce. Not a bad price! Customers who were planning to leave changed their minds and asked for takeout.

"Boss, give me a bowl," a customer said, and others followed suit, expressing their desire to buy.

In less than half an hour, Li Guanglan came out of the kitchen and said to Song Ran, "Boss, there is only half a pot of tofu left."

"Ah!" Song Ran widened his eyes in surprise. He couldn't believe what he heard. He had already planned to make dried tofu with the tofu that he couldn't sell.

Li Congmei also said: "Boss, the bean curd cakes I sent are gone too."

Song Ran hurried to the table to check the situation. Looking at the customers who did not receive the bean curd cakes, Song Ran felt very sorry. "I'm sorry, the new store is not well prepared for the opening. I'm really sorry..."

Just as I was about to charge him less, I thought that other customers would definitely be dissatisfied. If the first day went badly, business would be difficult.

"How about this, I'll leave your name, and you can come and bring me a bean curd cake and a bowl of soy milk tomorrow morning, okay?"

"How early do you open? I go to work early."

"Our store opens very early. As soon as the city gates open, we start business."

"That's okay..."

Seeing that the customer didn't make a fuss, Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief and turned to see the little sister and Da Mai who were still frantically soliciting customers.

"Little cutie! Big Mac! We're closed today!"