Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

At four o'clock in the morning, before the alarm rang, Zhao Xiaojing had already opened her eyes.

I didn’t sleep well last night. In my dreams I was thinking about how to live in peace with Dong Mei.

What Dong Mei wanted her to do most was to get married, but she had already compromised in her previous life and ended up living a mess. Dong Mei felt bad seeing her living like that.

But she had experienced all these, but Dong Mei now had not, so she was still forced to get married like in her previous life, and if she refused, the situation would lead to the current deadlock.

Perhaps she can only wait until she is really capable and successful, and then prove to Dong Mei that she can really live a good life, and only then can the two of them truly reconcile.

Zhao Xiaojing washed her face tiredly and went out to buy ingredients.

This morning, two more people joined the group, and now there are six people making reservations, for a total of thirty duck legs, four pounds of tenderloin and three pounds of crispy pork.

I first went to the poultry wholesale market and moved a box of duck legs. I bought them from the same store as before. When the boss saw Zhao Xiaojing, he asked her for a long time why he hadn't seen her for so many days.

Then we went to the vegetable market and bought different parts of pork, including crispy pork and tenderloin, totaling about ten pounds.

After buying it, I went to the seasoning wholesale store next door to replenish some seasonings that were running out, but it turned out that all the seasoning stores that I usually go to were closed.

Zhao Xiaojing turned another corner and saw a store selling dried goods and condiments in the corner. The store was quite large.

"What do you need, pretty lady?" The boss was moving some dry goods out and asked when he saw a customer coming.

Zhao Xiaojing told her the name of the seasoning she needed, and the boss led her to the leftmost area of ​​the store and then lifted the transparent glass grid to show her.

"It's all here. I'll weigh as many as you want."

Zhao Xiaojing glanced at the things in the glass compartment and found that some seasonings that she could usually only buy at Chinese medicine stores were available here.

"Boss, you have a wide variety of products here. Do you have Chinese medicinal herbs?"

"Of course, these herbs are great for making soups or casseroles. We southerners use them a lot."

"Oh, boss, you are from the south, no wonder, people here don't eat these condiments very much. Haha, I couldn't buy these at the condiment store I went to before.

Are these selling well?" Zhao Xiaojing asked curiously, looking at the glass grid with many spices she had never seen before.

"It sells well. Several bosses from the south come here often to buy. They run small restaurants and their business is pretty good. They can't buy these seasonings anywhere else, so they come to me."

Zhao Xiaojing had learned something new and nodded in understanding. This way, she no longer had to go to the Chinese medicine store and could get all the medicines at once in this store.

I told the boss the required dosage of seasoning and he took out a sealed bag and packed it up.

Zhao Xiaojing curiously observed the other seasonings she had never seen before in the opened glass compartment.

"Boss, what is this? I've never seen it before."

Zhao Xiaojing asked as she scooped up a few long, thin pieces of the seasoning that looked like mulberries with a small shovel.

"Pipa, it adds fragrance, it's also a Chinese herbal medicine, it has a very strong flavor."

"Does it smell like pepper? But it doesn't seem as strong as pepper."

Zhao Xiaojing smelled the scent of Piper shovel herself. It had a spicy taste like pepper, but was more delicate than pepper, and had a light sweetness. The smell was very special.

"Yes. This is used in a similar way to pepper. It can be used for marinating meat, hot pot, and stewing. Stewed food tastes great with it."

It smells like it could be used as a marinade... Sister Geng's tea egg marinade doesn't seem to have that smell? Zhao Xiaojing thought absentmindedly.

【Ding】

When the system prompt sounded, Zhao Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, and then she saw that the task progress had changed.

[Random task: Find the three missing seasonings for tea eggs and a detail in the production process.]

[Searching for seasoning progress: 1/3, searching for details progress: 0/1]

It's really a good thing! The early bird catches the worm! Zhao Xiaojing happily put down the shovel and started to study other seasonings she had never seen before.

However, after recognizing more than a dozen types, there was no progress in the task.

Zhao Xiaojing was not discouraged. Although this task was difficult, there was no time limit and she could look for it slowly.

Just like yesterday, I found a deserted place, put all the ingredients into the system refrigerator, and then switched from the stall cart to an electric car to go to work.

After being busy all morning, she still hadn't mastered the filling for the buns. She still didn't fully understand the ingredients problem that Master Sun had figured out. She could only ask him for advice when she had free time.

As soon as the meal was served, Zhao Xiaojing met the fanatical worker who was speaking excitedly and incomprehensibly.

"Good morning, idol! A happy day starts from meeting you~" Wen Jie Ling took a plate and sat opposite Zhao Xiaojing.

"Good morning to you too." Zhao Xiaojing silently quickened her eating pace.

"Idol, what are we going to eat for lunch today?" Wen Jie Ling asked expectantly. This was what he thought about every day when he woke up.

"Hmm... Braised radish and pork ribs, braised pork with preserved vegetables, stewed cabbage with dumplings, stir-fried..."

Zhao Xiaojing was recalling Sun Dehai's menu and speaking slowly, but was interrupted by Wen Jieling before she finished.

"It's not these, it's not these. Who cares about these dishes? What I want to ask is what delicious food did you fry today?"

"You mean fried food?"

"Yes, yes!" Wen Jie Ling nodded repeatedly.

"I fried stinky tofu today, what's wrong?"

"Great! Although I don't eat smelly things, your fried ones must be delicious.

The same thing happened with the squid last time. I don’t eat ugly things, but when I saw you fried it, I ordered three servings without hesitation! You are so delicious that I ate two bowls of rice that day!"

"You don't want to eat something that's ugly? What's ugly about it? If you don't want to eat it, then you can give me three servings?"

Zhao Xiaojing couldn't understand the person's train of thought and asked three questions in a row.

"So many tentacles and suckers, isn't it ugly? Well, if my idol says it's not ugly, then it's not ugly! I'm giving it three servings because I know you made it. Since the first day you came here, I've only fried food for meals! You're my god forever!"

"Ah, is this what you mean by idol? Do you like fried food?"

Zhao Xiaojing sorted out her thoughts from a series of mumblings.

"I don't like fried food, I like the fried food you make. You don't know, since I started eating your fried food, I have gained eight pounds. My dictator at home even suspected that I was lazy and didn't work at the construction site!"

"You've gained 25 pounds, but I couldn't tell." Zhao Xiaojing looked at the person opposite her who was as thin as a telephone pole, and couldn't believe that he had gained 25 pounds.

"Hey, I'm a picky eater, so it's normal for me to be thin. But I eat everything you fry, even soy products."

Wen Jie Ling said with pride.

"So you didn't even eat soy products before?"

"Yeah, that thing has a bean smell, but you didn't fry it."

Zhao Xiaojing was speechless. She didn't eat anything ugly, smelly, or soy products. She really didn't know how this weirdo grew so big.

"Idol, my name is Wen Jie Ling, what's your name?"

"Zhao Xiaojing."

"Oh, Idol Zhao! Besides deep-fried food, what else do you have?"

Wen Jie Ling asked expectantly. He had asked Lao Li, the manager, before, and Lao Li said he only knew that she was good at frying.

"Summer sugar water."

Zhao Xiaojing thought of the sweet soup recipe she had just gotten. The refreshing combination of red, yellow, green and purple made people feel happy at just one look at it.

The Qingbuliang that I learned about before is also in this big category. When I got the Qingbuliang recipe, I thought I had gotten a big bargain from the system. Unexpectedly, in the promotional summer sweet soup recipes, Qingbuliang is just a very small variety.

Thanks to the system, otherwise she would never have seen so many kinds of food in her life.

But now that she has the recipe, she hasn't found an opportunity to put it into practice.

When this matter was brought up, Zhao Xiaojing felt itchy inside.

When she got the recipe before, she couldn't help but want to try it, but after a closer look, she found that she didn't have the machines and equipment needed for the sugar water. Before, she made Qingbuliang with the system-provided stir-fried ice machine, wall-breaking machine, and special peeling tools.

This is another huge sum of money! Zhao Xiaojing started to feel pain again.

You can't always ask the system to assign you tasks. The previous refrigerator was too expensive and I couldn't afford it, but this ice cream maker and blender doesn't sound that expensive?

I'd better wait until this month's salary is paid and then check online.

Apart from her own greed, she thought that if she didn't have to work on the construction site in the future, it would be nice to set up a sweet soup stall. She could sell sweet soup in the afternoon and fried skewers in the evening.

"Idol! Idol Zhao!"

Her drifting thoughts were interrupted by a hand swaying in front of her. Zhao Xiaojing came back to her senses and looked at the person opposite her with a curious look on his face.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about? You can't even concentrate when we're chatting. What kind of sweet soups can you make?"

"I think we'll do whatever we can in the summer."

Zhao Xiaojing glanced at the time and realized that the conversation had unknowingly delayed another ten minutes. Sister Geng and Sister Hou were still waiting for their turn to eat.

Zhao Xiaojing quickened her eating speed.

"I can make them all! Do you know how to make taro ice tofu pudding, mango pudding ice glutinous rice balls, and osmanthus Bobo milk jelly bowl?"

Wen Jie Ling asked happily.

"Yes." Zhao Xiaojing quickened her pace and drank the porridge in big gulps, answering vaguely.

"What about the sugarcane and reed root jelly, pao lu da, Haisheng Qingbuliang, three-fresh ice jelly, sophora japonica powder, and four-fruit soup?"

"Yes. I have to go to work now. Take your time eating."

Zhao Xiaojing hurriedly finished the last mouthful of porridge, cleared the plate and walked quickly to the kitchen.

"Okay, Idol Zhao, have a safe journey!"

Wen Jie Ling waved goodbye to Zhao Xiaojing, still excited and immersed in the endless anticipation of Zhao Xiaojing making the sweet soup.

When Zhao Xiaojing heard this farewell, she looked at Wen Jie Ling in silence. Why did this sound so strange?

But this weirdo has a deep understanding of sugar water.

When she got the recipe, the system transmitted detailed information about these sweet soups with one click, including the regional cuisine, efficacy, characteristics, etc.

If it weren't for the system's popular science, she wouldn't be able to remember the names of these flowers at all, and she wouldn't even understand what these names mean.

But Wen Jie Ling was able to make it with ease, and the sweet soups he mentioned were from different regions across the country. It seemed that he had tasted them all and was very familiar with them.

What a weirdo.

Zhao Xiaojing shook her head with emotion. The world is so diverse and there are new experiences every day in this life.