Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Jiang Fubao, who was completely sober, quickly ran back into the house.

Grandma will have to clean up the shop tomorrow, and it has to be sold the day after tomorrow at the latest, so she has to get the things out quickly.

There were two basins under her bed, with four or five bamboo tubes in them, which were placed there with her grandmother's consent.

After all, she had told her grandmother before that the old man with white beard was going to put something under her bed.

Jiang Fubao took out the small potatoes.

Fortunately, there was no writing on the sack, so there was no need to change the packaging.

Then she poured the sausages into the bowl, eighteen in total.

There are also various seasonings and white sugar.

Each seasoning is poured into the bamboo tube separately.

Done everything.

Jiang Fubao cleared his throat.

Shouting loudly: "Grandma——"

Zhang Jinlan dropped the work in her hands and came over when she heard the sound.

The same is true for other members of the Jiang family.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

There were more than a dozen people, all with anxious looks on their faces.

"Grandma, the old man with white beard brought me something."

Jiang Fubao pointed at the basin.

Said with a look of surprise.

"What? It's delivered right away? What is it? Let me see."

Zhang Jinlan walked over curiously and looked through them one by one, but she didn't recognize any of them.

Yes, there are no potatoes here.

Jiang Fubao suddenly realized.

Potatoes have such a high yield and are drought-resistant. If we only have potatoes, how can we grow brown rice?

No wonder.

I have never heard grandma mention the word potato.

It's a pity that there are no seeds in her space, and the yield of these small potatoes is not high.

And it's too small to store easily.

Just shake it a little and it will sprout.

It is not suitable for large-scale planting.

"I told the old man with white beard that grandma had rented a shop and wanted to sell food, so he sent a bag of potatoes and told Fubao that it would be delicious if he fried them with some vinegar and sugar, sprinkled some cumin powder and chili salt.

And this is grilled sausage. The old man with white beard said that you should heat the pebbles first, then put the sausage on top, and then it will be cooked. And these are the seasonings, this is sugar, this is cumin, this is chili powder, this is MSG......"

Jiang Fubao could only bring up the old man with white beard.

Introducing them to grandma one by one.

She even explained how to use it clearly.

"Thank you, Immortal—"

Although I have seen it countless times.

But Zhang Jinlan was still not used to it, and she fell to her knees with a plop.

I kneel down to thank this non-existent immortal.

After she kowtowed three times, she was helped up by her daughters-in-law.

"Ouch, what kind of grilled sausage is this? Why is it so cold?"

Zhang Jinlan touched a handful of sausages that had been frozen into popsicles and withdrew her hand in fear.

"It looks like meat. It may have been kept in ice. The gods are probably afraid that the meat will go bad. Mother, let me put the basin in the vat. The mountain spring water is cool. It shouldn't go bad after one night."

Jiang Fubao finally remembered it after his aunt spoke.

The weather is already hot, and the sausages thaw quickly.

It only takes a little over half an hour to become soft.

If it is left overnight, can it still be eaten?

It looks like she'll have to take it out in the morning next time.

"This is not enough to sell. It will be gone in two or three days at most."

Sun Pingmei squeezed in.

Looking at the things in the basin, he said softly.

"It's okay, Second Auntie. The old man with the white beard said he would deliver it every day."

Jiang Fubao blinked his big eyes.

Just now she was worrying about how to tell her family about the daily delivery news, and then her second aunt came to help.

"Oh, that's great. The shop will definitely not lose money. The meat and sugar are free. Even if they taste terrible, there will be people who buy them. Things are so expensive outside now. Mom, what price are you going to sell them for?"

Sun Pingmei exclaimed.

Turning around, I looked at my mother-in-law.

"Let's try it first, Xile. Take a sausage and fry it. Wash the potatoes and add some lard to fry them. Add some chili powder and cumin powder. Let's try it and see what it tastes like. If it tastes good, we'll sell it."

If it doesn’t taste good, let my granddaughter tell the immortals.

Don't send it.

It saves him from having to deliver things every day and tiring him out.

"Well, I'll go right away!"

Qian Xile has the same temperament as Zhu Yingqiu, impatient.

She picked up the basin on the ground and went to the kitchen.

At dinner time.

Except for fried lettuce and rice porridge.

There were two more dishes on the table.

One is fried potatoes and the other is sliced ​​grilled sausage.

It smells so good.

Technology is really powerful. The grilled sausages with added flavors had an extremely overbearing smell that went straight into Jiang Fubao's nose.

Everyone in the Jiang family watched eagerly.

It seemed like saliva started to flow out in the next second.

"Oh my god, this smells so good, grandma, please let me have a bite, please."

Jiang Tongtu swallowed several times.

He hugged Zhang Jinlan's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Look at how greedy you are. If you don't know, you would think you are the three-year-old baby. Fubao is more sensible than you."

Zhang Jinlan poked her grandson's forehead and scolded him with a smile.

"Okay, eat now. One piece of sausage per person, and one potato per person."

Not much to do.

Just a taste.

The first thing Jiang Tongtu picked up with his chopsticks was the grilled sausage.

He immediately stuffed it into his mouth.

When you bite it, it makes a crunchy sound and oil sizzles out.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

How can there be such delicious food in the world?

He was about to cry.

Jiang Fubao saw this scene.

In her previous life, she loved eating grilled sausages, which tasted best only when eaten as a whole.

When the time comes, put it on the cobblestones and roast it. I'm afraid the fragrance will spread hundreds of meters along the street.

Still worried about no business?

It’s a pity that grandma can’t bear to do so.

Just for tasting, one is enough.

"Mom, this potato is really delicious, soft and sticky, sweet and spicy, delicious! Someone will definitely buy it."

Sun Pingmei was more interested in potatoes.

"This potato is really delicious. How much do you plan to sell it for?"

Zhu Yingqiu also agreed with her sister-in-law's point of view.

She asked her mother-in-law.

"It has oil and sugar in it. There are so many precious things. We can't sell them cheaply, so..."

Zhang Jinlan originally wanted to say five cents a bowl.

But she thought that the meat buns on the street only cost five cents, and the rent for her shop was two taels a month.

She changed her tune.

"Just ten cents."

"What? Ten cents, mom, can you sell it at that price? Wontons on the street are only five cents a bowl."

Jiang Yahe exclaimed.

"Brother, you don't understand this, right? How can the food sold at the stalls be compared with that sold in the shops? In restaurants, it's not uncommon to see a dish that costs hundreds of coins or even several taels of silver. Besides, no one has ever seen or eaten this potato, so I think ten coins is too cheap. I think it should be sold at twenty coins."

Jiang Eryong held an opposing view.

When he was working odd jobs, he also delivered food to the restaurant.

Naturally, I have seen everything.

"What about the sausage? How much do you sell it for?"

Sun Pingmei asked again.

"Twenty cents, this thing is expensive, and it's all meat, there are only a dozen of them, and the taste is so delicious, it will definitely sell well. If the price is not too high, our shop will lose two taels of silver every month. And there's green bean soup. Since we have sugar, let's put it in. Sell it for three cents a bowl."