Madam, please give me some advice

Time review (15:17-:)

After leaving the jewelry store, I used the space as a cover to put all the things I had just bought into.

It's still early and there's nothing to do at home, so I'll take this opportunity to go out and stroll around for a while to experience the local customs and culture here...

I went back to the downtown area and suddenly saw people all around rushing in one direction. I followed the crowd and came to where the crowd gathered. When I squeezed into the crowd, I could only see the back of the carriage.

Curiosity drove Ji Xingle to ask others, "What were you watching just now?"

A woman in her thirties nearby glanced at Ji Xingle and said with a tone full of regret, "Young lady, you are not lucky enough to see this! He just passed by!

He is the third son of County Magistrate An in the neighboring Qilin Town. I heard he is very handsome, but he is still unmarried at the age of 17. I don’t know who will marry him in the future?” The woman said as she yearned...

Ji Xingle glanced at the admiring woman next to him and muttered, "A man in his thirties marrying a 17-year-old? That seems pretty good...

Qilin Town seems to be where the man in green is. I don’t know if he has any internal injuries…”

There was no excitement to watch, so Ji Xingle did not stay and walked forward. He passed by a restaurant. The aroma wafting from the restaurant aroused Ji Xingle's greed. It smelled good, but he wondered if it would taste good?

As soon as I walked into the store, the waiter came forward to greet me, "Madam, please come in..."

Ji Xingle found a seat in a corner and sat down. To be honest, he was a little nervous.

"Madam, what would you like to eat?"

"I smell a delicious aroma from your place. Could you please give me a portion so I can taste it and have a pot of wine?"

"Okay! Lady, you've come to the right place. This duck is made with our boss's ancestral recipe. It's the only one in this town. You'll have to taste it later."

When the waitress talked about the duck, she looked so proud, as if the duck was made by her own hands...

"Hmm" OK. Looking at the waiter's expression and tone, Ji Xingle felt that the duck should be delicious.

A cup of tea

smell good!

"Madam, your roast duck and wine are here. Please enjoy."

"Thank you!"

"Um, no, no, you're welcome." It was quite novel. It was the first time in a few months since he had worked in the store that he heard a customer say thank you. The waiter scratched his head, feeling a surge of joy in his heart. It must be because of my good service and the recognition. He instantly became motivated.

Because of this, the customers who came later were happy, so the shopkeeper gave her an extra 5 cents per month. Of course, this is a later story.

Ji Xingle had no idea that her subconscious politeness would bring such great encouragement to the waiter.

At this moment, she was picking up a piece of duck meat and putting it into her mouth, "Hmm..." It really was, it smelled good, but tasted so-so, the skin was not crispy, and the duck smell was not handled very well. Fortunately, the duck smell was not that strong, it seemed that the spices were all applied on the surface, and the rest of the smell was not absorbed into the duck meat at all.

"Fortunately, the portion is not too big. It would be shameful to waste it. I can eat it with wine. I can barely finish it. Alas..."

Ji Xingle was putting the duck meat into his mouth with a bitter look on his face. He was seen by a middle-aged woman who was about to go upstairs. However, she had important things to do at the moment, so she just told the waiter to watch and hurried upstairs..."

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A quarter of an hour

Finally finished eating this duck meat.

"Waiter, check out."

"okay!"

"Madam, excuse me for disturbing you." This was the middle-aged woman who had noticed Ji Xingle's expression before going upstairs. Now she was standing beside him with a smile on her face.

"Hello! What's wrong?"

"Well, it's like this. I just noticed that the way you ate the duck... didn't seem to suit your taste, did it?"

"Oh!" I thought something was wrong! Ji Xingle muttered to himself.

Then he said, "It's OK, I just can't get used to it. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with your meat. You see, your business is pretty good, so it's just my personal problem."

Who was the middle-aged woman? She had met thousands of people and had said thousands of words to them, if not ten thousand. How could she not know whether the girl in front of her was telling the truth?

In fact, she also felt that the taste of her own duck was not good enough, but this was the recipe passed down by her ancestors, and she did not dare to change it at will. In addition, the business of the store was as good as ever, so the idea of ​​changing the recipe was shelved.

But who would have thought that today she would see a girl who ate her own duck with a different expression.

Although she is a girl, the confidence that she exudes naturally makes people feel that she is not simple, so she wanted to come over and ask if she could find someone with the same interests as her. However, the girl did not tell the truth.

It's not easy, but it doesn't matter. Young people are easily soft-hearted. I can also play the victim at my age...

Then the middle-aged woman's eyes turned red, and she said to Ji Xingle, "My lady! To be honest, every time I eat this roast duck, I feel that the taste is a little bit off. My great-grandmother also feels that the taste is a little bit off.

But I just don’t know how to solve it. Don’t think our business is good now, but it’s just an illusion. Look at how many people are eating roast duck at the table? They are not here for the roast duck at all, blah blah blah…”

Ji Xingle sat and looked at the woman in front of him who was pretending to cry, with a speechless face. What does it have to do with me? Then he said expressionlessly; "Can you please help me pay the bill first before crying?"

The middle-aged woman was still blabbering, even talking about her great-grandmother wanting to eat delicious roast duck, when she suddenly heard Ji Xingle's impatient voice. She immediately stopped talking and even doubted her life, "Why doesn't this work?"

The middle-aged woman didn't even think about who she had cried to in the past. It would definitely be useful to cry to her own child! Ji Xingle was not familiar with her, so he was not used to her strange ideas.

He stood up and planned to go to the front desk to pay the bill, but the middle-aged woman grabbed Ji Xingle's hand and said, "Well, lady, if you tell me what needs to be improved, I will pay you, how about that?"

Ji Xingle was already a little annoyed because he couldn't eat the delicious food and felt that the food was wasted, but he didn't want to vent his anger on others. As a result, this middle-aged woman kept chattering in his ear, saying that they were about to leave, and even held his hand and said...

Ji Xingle was about to kick her, but when he heard the word "reward", he immediately stopped.

"Ahem! With money, everything can be negotiated."

Then he turned around and asked the middle-aged woman, "What did you just say?"

The middle-aged woman was depressed. Did she say all that just now was nonsense? If she had known, she should have mentioned the reward first. She was getting more and more confused. Who would do something for free? Why didn't you think of it first?

"Lady, please sit down first and let's talk slowly... What I mean is, if you have a recipe for making duck more delicious, I will buy it from you. Don't worry, I will never let you suffer a loss."

Great! There is such a good thing? Ji Xingle thought happily. Without showing it on his face, the scholar pondered for a moment... and then said; "Okay, I'll give you the method, and you can do it yourself."

The middle-aged woman immediately asked the waiter to bring paper, ink, and pen. Madam, paper, ink, and pen are here.

Ji Xingle took the pen, ink and paper, spread them out and started to pick up the pen and dip it in ink. He thought and wrote stroke by stroke, marking the pickling time, the ingredients needed for pickling, the hot water after pickling, the time to blow dry, the number of times to brush with honey, the baking time, and how much firewood needed to burn in the oven to reach the temperature. He marked everything carefully.

"call......"

Finally I have finished writing it. If I still can't make this recipe delicious, I will be a fool. I shook my hands, my muscle memory separated again, and my hands were sore.

"Hey, take a look! I suggest you don't use this recipe with your ancestral secret recipe of roast duck skewers, or else both ends will be in trouble."

The middle-aged woman looked at the recipe and was more and more impressed. She slapped her forehead and suddenly realized that some Chinese herbs can be used as spices. Why didn't she think of it? It turns out that you have to blow air into the duck to separate the skin and meat, so that the skin will be crispier. "Good, good, good, good!"

Ji Xingle sat opposite with an expressionless face, watching the middle-aged woman all the time, OK! Okay, it's a bit funny, but I can't laugh, after all, laughing at others is impolite...

Waited for a while...

The middle-aged woman seemed to have realized what was going on and quickly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I was so engrossed in watching it that I didn't realize there are so many tricks to making roast duck."

"Please wait a moment. I will get you the silver."

Da da da, the middle-aged woman ran away in a hurry like a child...

Da da da......

"I'm sorry, Madam, I've kept you waiting for so long," he said, taking out five 5-liang silver notes and handing them to Ji Xingle. Then he added, "Please don't think these 500-liang silver notes are too little. I haven't started yet and I don't know how it will turn out, so please forgive me."

Ji Xingle took the banknote, waved his hand and said indifferently, "I understand, I understand. Could you please calculate for me how much money is on the table?"

"No, no, this is my apology to you, my lady. I'm sorry for disturbing your mood."

"We've been chatting for so long, but I still don't know your last name, my lady..."

"My surname is Ji, my name is Xingle"

"Okay, my last name is Qi, and my given name is Simin. This shop is mine, and you must come and patronize it more often when you have the chance in the future."

"Okay, let's go..."

"Take care..."