We have separated, what does it have to do with me if my husband's family eats bran?

After drinking the water and taking a breath, Cheng Yue asked Chen An, "Xiao Lin and I alone will probably be too busy tomorrow, and the two sisters will have to go with us. Can you stay home alone?"

She has to knead and press the dough, so she needs someone to help her cook the noodles. The bowls are not disposable fast food boxes, so someone has to wash them.

Chen An smiled and said, "Why not? You guys won't be gone for a whole day. Look at this..."

Cheng Yue looked in the direction of Chen An's hand, only to see him taking out a pair of crutches from behind. She asked in surprise, "When did you do this?"

Although it is not as reasonable as the modern ones, it is enough to support one person.

Chen An pursed his lips and smiled shyly: "I just made it this morning. Although it is crude, it can be used. Ah Yue, you can do your work without worry. I can do it myself."

Cheng Yue works very hard running back and forth for business. He already feels guilty for not being able to help, and it would be unforgivable if he were to be a hindrance.

Cheng Yue understood what Chen An meant, but she said, "Don't even think about shirking your responsibilities. When your leg is healed, all the dirty and tiring work at home will be yours."

"Of course, I'm fine now, just rest." Chen An's eyes sparkled.

Cheng Yue suppressed her smile and turned her head away, "That's good enough. I'll go pack my things."

This Chen An, apart from other things, is quite good at making people happy.

Cheng Yue carried down two wooden basins and a pile of wooden bowls. They were all covered in dust and had to be washed first.

Chen Lin went to get some water, and the sisters Chen Tong and Chen Ning started washing and scrubbing.

The tables and benches were not taken down. She would just clean them after the stall was set up to avoid having to tie them up later. She didn't want to cause trouble.

Cheng Yue brought a pile of pork bones and offal to the kitchen. After lunch, she would make the stew and put it in the space to avoid having to get up early the next day.

At noon, Cheng Yue just made some food. After the family finished eating, she started to make the braised meat.

Throw the large bones into the space and make the broth when you set up the stall.

Anyway, we've got to go there early in the morning, so three or four hours is enough. Otherwise, if we boil it out now, we'll have to use a cart to pull it tomorrow, which will be heavy and easy to spill.

The pig offal had already been processed, so Cheng Yue just boiled it to remove the fishy smell and then braised it with the pork.

There is a lot of pig offal, so less meat is used, but plenty of lard and spices are still added.

It was simmered on low heat in a wood-fired pot for the entire afternoon, and became tender and tasty.

In the evening, Cheng Yue cooked white rice, served a bowl of braised meat, and made two simple dishes for the family to taste.

After eating it, everyone said that the marinated pig offal was more flavorful than the meat.

After the meal, Chen An asked, "Ayue, how much do you plan to sell a bowl for?"

Cheng Yue said: "I've done the math, this sweet potato noodles is cheap, one pound can make three big bowls of noodles, less meat is used, and pig offal is not expensive.

But ours tastes good and comes in large portions, so we only sell it for eight cents a bowl."

Hearing this, Chen Lin muttered, "The wontons on the dock are five cents a bowl."

One bowl of food is just enough to fill him up. If he is a man carrying a big bag, he will definitely need two more buns. Doesn’t that also cost eight cents?

Besides, what his mother cooked was meat, delicious meat, eight cents was really a bargain.

Chen An had worked at the dock before, so he knew that eight cents was a very reasonable price for a large bowl of braised meat noodles, so he nodded without saying anything.

Cheng Yue was tired after a long day, so she walked around twice after dinner to digest the food and then went to bed early.

It was the first time for Chen Tong and Chen Ning to go to the town. Although they were going to help, they were still very excited. They got up in a hurry before dawn the next day.

Chen Lin didn't sleep well. After all, it was his first day setting up the stall and his mother bought so many things. He didn't know whether he could make any money.

Hearing the noise, he jumped up.

Cheng Yue was sleeping soundly. She had her own space where things could be stored without going bad. Besides, she had to wait until noon to set up the stall, so there was no rush to get up early.

The three children got up and were busy. They fed the chickens and pigs and swept the floor. Finally, they boiled Chen An's medicine.

Cheng Yue and Chen An got up when it was just getting light. It wasn't too late actually, as it would have been just after five in modern times.

After the family washed up, Cheng Yue cooked a pot of cornmeal porridge and ate it with pickles, then took the iron pot down and set off.

When they arrived at the dock, the lady selling wontons greeted Cheng Yue warmly. Apart from that, there were no other stalls.

Cheng Yue skillfully set up the pot, lit the fire, and began to cook the broth.

The pork here is more fragrant than the modern one, with no fishy smell. It tastes great just with the addition of green onions and ginger.

After the broth was boiled, Cheng Yue and Chen Lin set up the table and benches, while Chen Tong and Chen Ning were cleaning up the dishes nearby.

Scallions, coriander, balsamic vinegar, chili oil and a pot of marinated food with a lid were placed on the long table in order.

The people who were selling wontons nearby were looking at them in surprise. "Girl, what are you selling? So many small ingredients, and you're even cooking the big bones?"

Cheng Yue smiled and said, "Noodles."

The eldest sister said with a smile, "I've never heard of this, but it looks delicious. How much is a bowl of this? If it's not expensive, I'll buy one to try."

Cheng Yue thought that the elder sister was a little cute, and her enthusiasm did not mean any harm, so she said, "Eight cents, wait until noon to cook noodles, and I will treat you to a bowl."

The elder sister did not refuse and said generously: "Okay, I will exchange it for five big buns for you!"

The two were chatting idly, but Chen Lin and his two siblings were not so calm.

As the sun was getting higher and higher, the nearby stalls were set up. The three little ones became more unsure and worried about how many bowls they could sell.

The aroma of the broth became stronger and stronger. Cheng Yue saw that the time was almost up, so she started kneading the dough.

I had just made a few dough balls when I saw the workers from the dock shouting and coming over in a crowd.

A man came over and asked in confusion: "What are you selling? How do you sell it? Why is there a wooden shelf on the stove?"

There are many people setting up stalls at the pier. They can't afford the expensive food, and the food that is too cheap is either not tasty or the quantity is too small, so there are not many people staying.

Today I saw something new and couldn't help but ask, it's putting on airs and making broth, I wonder what it's doing?

Cheng Yue took off the lid of the stew pot and replied with a smile: "The braised pork noodles with broth as the base are delicious, chewy and large in size. It's only eight cents. Would you like a bowl?"

"It's pig offal! I'm afraid it won't taste good, and eight cents is too expensive!"

The man next to him thought that eight cents was acceptable, but he thought the offal might be inedible if not cooked properly, so he shook his head and asked for a bowl of wontons.

The man who asked just now was a little hesitant. Cheng Yue was not in a hurry and said with a smile:

"I guarantee it will be delicious. You can try it first. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay. You won't suffer any loss, right?"

"Okay, give me a bowl!"

The man frowned and said, "It's just eight cents, right? If it doesn't taste good, I can just not eat it anymore."

Cheng Yue said "OK", picked up the dough, stuffed it into the noodle press and started pressing.

As noodles of even thickness were put into the pot one by one, the people around stared with wide eyes. How could noodles be cooked like this?

Cheng Yue picked up the noodles, scooped a large spoonful of meat stew on them, sprinkled chopped green onions and poured broth on them, and placed them on the long table. She said, "Here are chili oil and vinegar. What flavor do you like?"