A time-travelling peasant girl becomes a wealthy woman

The bubbly little girl protested slightly: "Mu Mu went to Wei Man Cheng on North Street to eat. A plate of vegetables there is more expensive than Fourth Brother Mu Mu's lunch box!"

Tang San was really surprised.

Weimancheng is a restaurant run by the Tang family. The dishes have always been expensive, and most of the chefs hired are from the city, so the food is naturally delicious.

Even he only took his family there once or twice a year. How could this ordinary-looking farm girl have actually been there?

He glanced at Huang Bo again. He was indeed dressed like a farmer. His clothes were clean but very old, including the boy next to him.

The little girl in front of me had half-new clothes and the face towel looked like it was made of good material.

Tang San thought, he really provided adequate protection for his daughter by making her wear a face scarf when she went out.

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Tang San asked again: "When do you plan to come over to set up the stall?"

"More..." Huang Mulin counted on his fingers, and only said after he had counted all five fingers: "Five days. In another five days, our family will come here to set up a stall to sell boxed lunches. Uncle, you must come and try it. I'll give you an extra piece of meat."

Tang San was happy and said, "Okay, uncle will definitely go to show his support."

After the advertisement, Huang Mulin and a few others went to East Street and bought two large wooden barrels for steamed rice, two medium-sized wooden barrels for meat and vegetables, a medium-sized wooden basin for vegetables, and a wooden spoon for scooping vegetables. Both the barrels and basins came with wooden lids.

I went back to the entrance of West Street Town and asked around. I learned that the ox cart from the neighboring Mojia Village would run to the town twice a day, and the afternoon trip would not return to the village until the end of the afternoon.

The population of Mojia Village is more than twice that of Xiushan Village. There are many people who take ox carts to the town to do business, and they need to be diverted, so Mo Laowu, the cart driver, will be more diligent and make two trips to pick them up.

The oxcart in the afternoon is usually not full, which is just right for Huang Bo's family to take.

After getting off at Mojia Village, it takes less than fifteen minutes to walk back to Xiushan Village, which is not far.

The problem of commuting was solved, and Huang Bo happily took the children back home in Uncle De’s ox cart.

In the days before preparing to open the stall, the four Huang brothers went to the river every day to pick lotus leaves and lily leaves. After returning home, they washed them, steamed them in water, and placed them on racks to dry.

Put lotus leaves at the bottom of the bucket first. After frying the vegetables, try to filter out the juice and oil, then put them into the bucket. Pour the juice into a jar, and when the guests get their lunch boxes, scoop it out and pour it on the food. This way, there will be no waste and the guests will not choke because it is too dry.

The leaves of the flower temporarily replaced the lunch box, and Huang Bo and his sons hurriedly cut dozens of pairs of bamboo chopsticks. When the business is stable, they will consider buying a batch of bowls and chopsticks.

There is a problem. It is easy for the dishes to be damaged if they are transported back and forth like this every day. Huang Mulin thought of Yang Lijun again. She wondered whether she should shamelessly ask Yang Lijun for help and make some space for them to wash and put away the dishes.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

On the first day of setting up the stall, Huang Jinlin made braised pork, minced pork and potato slices, stir-fried carrots with pork, and boiled rapeseed.

Two dishes of stir-fried meat and vegetables are prepared to give guests more choices. The total number of portions remains unchanged, about fifty or so, with a few more portions prepared.

Just after the hour of Mao, the whole family got up, some washed vegetables, some cut vegetables. The meat had been marinated the night before, and after the pot was heated with oil, Huang Jinlin began to show his skills.

With a lot of manpower and good coordination, and the coal stoves working together, an hour is enough to prepare all the meals.

Huang Bo carried two large wooden barrels, both filled with brown rice.

The eldest brother Huang Qilin held the bucket of braised pork in his right hand and the can of vegetable juice in his left hand.

The second brother, Huang Haolin, held a bucket of fried carrots and shredded pork and minced pork and potato slices in his right hand. There was a wooden board in the middle of the bucket to separate the two vegetables. In his left hand, he picked up the washed and tied zaihe leaves.

The fourth child, Huang Jinlin, was holding a basin filled with some rapeseed, a wooden spoon and chopsticks.

Huang Mulin walked by himself, following his father and brother with a clattering sound.

He Hui Niang and the third child Huang Xilin stayed at home to work.

Not many people went to the town today. Huang Bo gave Uncle De an extra copper coin because he brought more things. Uncle De accepted it without saying anything.

When other villagers smelled the aroma of the vegetables coming from the bucket, even those who had just eaten black flour steamed buns couldn't help swallowing.

It smells so good! It smells so good even with the lid closed. If you open the lid, you will be dizzy with the smell! ?

When some villagers asked what kind of food they made and how much it cost, Huang Bo answered them without leaving a trace, saying that it was just ordinary food, but they had figured out the cooking method themselves just to attract customers.

The crowd stopped asking questions.

After arriving in the town, Huang Mulin asked his father to go to Yang Lijun's embroidery shop first.

The embroidery shop had just opened and there were no customers yet. A few shop assistants were chatting in the shop. They were a little puzzled when they saw Huang Bo come in with the child and the bucket.

"Brother Bozi, why are you here to buy things so early in the morning?"

Huang Bo has been interacting with the team more frequently recently, and the guys have become more familiar with each other.

"No, we are going to start a food business at the dock today." He pointed at his daughter and said, "My daughter said she would send the first portion to Shopkeeper Yang."

Yang Lijun had just pulled up the curtain and stepped into the lobby. When she heard Huang Bo's words, the little flowers in her heart were about to bloom.

"It's no wonder that I love Mu Mu the most."

Yang Lijun and Huang Bo nodded as a greeting. As soon as she walked to the wooden barrel, she smelled the fragrance and couldn't help asking, "What is this made of? Why does it smell so good?"

"Aunt, this is the lunch box made by my fourth brother." Huang Mulin pointed at Huang Jinlin next to him: "My fourth brother's cooking is delicious!"

Huang Jinlin opened the lid of the wooden barrel containing the braised pork upon hearing this. The rich aroma quickly spread out. The waiters came forward one after another and swallowed their saliva as they looked at the half barrel of burnt red braised pork.

Even Yang Lijun couldn't help herself.

The color and aroma of this braised pork are no worse than those in the big restaurants in Beijing, and the taste is probably not bad either.

Yang Lijun glanced at Huang Jinlin and couldn't believe this boy had such cooking skills.

"Auntie, can you bring a bowl to Mumu? Mumu will fill it up for you. You can just heat it up and eat it at noon!"

"it is good."

Yang Lijun asked them to wait and went back to the backyard to get the bowls.

The guys stared at the meat, but if they couldn't eat it, they could just look at it for a few more seconds or smell it a few more times.

Huang Mulin found it funny, but this was a meal that earned them money, and the cost was not low, so they were not generous enough to treat so many people for the time being.

Yang Lijun came back soon. Huang Mulin asked her if she wanted brown rice. She shook her head and said no. She could just steam some polished rice for herself at noon.

Huang Jinlin scooped a spoonful of braised pork, a spoonful of minced meat and potato slices, a spoonful of stir-fried carrots and pork, poured a spoonful of gravy, and added five or six green vegetables for garnish.

There was a bowl full of dishes, with the aroma of various vegetables mixed together. Yang Lijun felt that she might not be able to wait until noon before wanting to eat.

After saying goodbye to Yang Lijun, Huang Mulin and his family walked towards the pier.