Golden Branch

delicacy?

Wang Heng's big round eyes suddenly sparkled.

As for the person outside the carriage, Wang Heng had no doubt whether the "noble" he was calling was herself.

Looking at the entire official road, the only noble-looking animal carriage was the one Wang Heng was riding in.

If she is not a noble person, who else can be?

Swish!

Wang Heng stuck her head out and looked around. Then, she saw a little girl carrying a bamboo basket on the side of the road a few meters away from the carriage.

The girl looked about the same age as him, about five or six years old.

But she is rather thin, and her hair is sparse and yellow.

He was wearing a ragged brown linen shirt with large patches on his knees and elbows.

She was wearing a pair of straw sandals, revealing her toes.

This is the most common appearance of ordinary people.

The girl was relatively good, at least her face, hands, and even toes looked very clean.

No mud, no dirt under the nails.

Since she is a clean person, the "delicacies" she talks about are no longer so questionable.

"Stop! Stop the car quickly!"

Wang Heng glanced at the girl and thought she was reliable, so she stomped hard on the floor of the carriage and shouted loudly.

The coachman, upon hearing the little girl's order, did not dare to hesitate. He let out a "whoosh" and pulled the reins hard.

There was a flash of hesitation in Fu's mother's eyes and her lips moved a few times. She felt that she should stop it.

But...Jiu Niang is really pitiful.

I was sent to Zhuangzi, and I didn’t know if I could go out freely again.

The journey to Zhuangzi may be the freest moment for Jiu Niang in the next few years.

She couldn't bear to stop him!

Forget it, she will stay by Jiu Niang's side anyway, and if anything goes wrong, she will stop it immediately.

……

Wang Mian was carrying a bamboo basket, and she herself was not sure whether she could succeed today.

She had been guarding the official road for three consecutive days, and during this time, there were also horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts and other carriages of nobles passing by.

She called out again and again, but never succeeded.

Her older brothers and sisters were all discouraged and thought she was just daydreaming.

What kind of delicacies has this noble man not eaten?

Would you believe that a poor peasant girl like her could prepare “delicacies that even the nobles have never enjoyed”?

Wang Mian: ...

She is indeed a failed time traveler.

A time-traveling woman, even if she travels back to a farmer's family, can still make her first pot of gold by relying on a few recipes or making some braised food.

She, on the other hand, has been wearing it for several months but has not earned a single penny.

It’s not that she didn’t work hard enough, it’s just that she took the ancient times for granted.

First, the strict hierarchy is no joke.

The so-called recipes are basically exclusive to aristocratic families.

As a poor peasant girl, Wang Mian couldn't even enter the back door of a tavern or a nobleman's mansion.

Moreover, Wang Mian had a premonition that even if she went in, took out the recipe and shocked the chef, it would still be robbed.

In ancient times, there was no freedom, equality or human rights!

And she is at the bottom.

Caomin is not really a self-deprecating word, but a realistic description of the poor people who are as humble as grass.

Second, what was lacking in ancient times was not technology, but abundant resources.

Only after Wang Mian traveled through time did she realize that the seasonings and condiments that she was accustomed to in modern times either had not yet appeared in ancient times or were extremely expensive.

For example, essential ingredients for braised food such as peppercorns, star anise, and cinnamon are either spices that are more valuable than gold, or they are used as medicinal herbs and are still very expensive.

To put it bluntly, even if she sold Wang Mian, she still wouldn't have enough money for a small bag of marinade.

Even if we can barely get enough, meat will still be a big problem.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was no technology for slaughtering pigs, so pork inevitably had a fishy and smelly smell.

Therefore, in this era, pork was considered smelly meat that only poor people would eat, and the nobles simply disdained it.

The pork is smelly and the seasoning is insufficient. Oh, and there is also an iron pan... Haha, if you want to stir-fry vegetables or make sugar color, there is no iron pan suitable for stir-frying in the Zhou Dynasty.

Oh, and no sugar!

How to stir-fry sugar color?

...For several months, Wang Mian thought and tried again and again, but all failed.

At first, her family believed her and thought that she might have really received guidance from the old immortal in her dream and learned the immortal's methods.

However, after struggling for several months, not only did he not earn much money for the family, but he also wasted a lot of things. The elders no longer believed in Wang Mian.

Only the brothers and sisters of the same generation were left, willing to follow and help Wang Mian for the beautiful vision she had drawn.

Even so, in recent days, those children have also——

"...Alas. This attempt is probably my last chance!"

Unable to even coax the child, Wang Mian felt that she was really unworthy of her identity as a time-traveling girl.

Just as Wang Mian was gritting his teeth and thinking of continuing to shout, the carriage that was running past him suddenly stopped.

Wang Mian’s eyes lit up, there’s a way!

Without giving it much thought, she quickly picked up the bamboo basket and ran over.

"My lord! My lord! I have a delicacy that you have never tasted before! It is bright in color, refreshing in taste, and can cool you down and beautify your skin..."

Wang Mian was probably too excited and was talking nonsense for a while.

She blurted out all the advertising slogans she could think of.

Fu's mother and Bai Zhi: ...This is all nonsense, it doesn't sound reliable.

Wang Heng, however, was still craving something delicious. Her chubby little hands pried against the car window as she curiously asked, "What kind of food?"

"Fairy Tofu!"

Although I was surprised that the "noble person" was just a child.

But, if they ask, they are potential customers.

Besides, children have their own charm, they are easy to coax!

Wang Mian is not trying to deceive. Her magical tofu is indeed delicious and does have certain health benefits.

"Godly tofu? Humph, what a boast!"

Seeing Wang Mian's eyes rolling around, Fu's mother was worried that she was trying to deceive her own Jiu Niang, so she frowned and scolded her coldly.

"...It's not that I'm boastful, but this divine tofu has a legend related to gods."

Although Wang Mian knew the horror of the ancient hierarchy, she still had the confidence and calmness of a modern person in her bones.

She put on a smile and tried to tell these noble people a little story first.

Well, anyone who understands modern marketing methods knows that it doesn’t matter whether the product is good or not, what matters is the ability to tell a story.

Even if it is just a blade of grass, if the story is told well, it can become a "treasure from heaven" given by God!

"Enough, enough! It's those rubbish stories again, who has the patience to listen to them? Aren't you here to sell food? Hurry up and get the food out!"

Although Mother Fu was not the Mother Fu that Madam Xie was satisfied with, she was also a servant working in a prominent family.

Being well-read and knowledgeable, he has some understanding of the deceptive tricks used in the market.

She is not a fool who can be easily fooled.

Wang Mian was not angry despite being interrupted so rudely.

Picky customers are the real sellers.

There's nothing shameful about making money.

She continued to smile and gently opened the lid of the basket.

The home she traveled through was too poor and the things she could find were limited, but she still tried her best to keep it clean.

In the basket was a chipped earthenware bowl, and in the bowl was a green object the size of a palm.

The whole body is emerald green and crystal clear, just like the finest jade.

The basket shook gently, and the green object also shook slightly, seeming to be very soft and chewy.

"It looks good! Can I eat this?"

Chinese cuisine emphasizes color, fragrance and taste, and this "divine tofu" is, among other things, renowned for its color.

Wang Heng was attracted.

nice!

It should be delicious too!

"You can eat it! Little girl, this divine tofu can be eaten with any other ingredients. Paired with my secret seasoning, it's spicy and delicious, and it can also reduce inflammation and detoxify..."

Wang Mian said anxiously.

"I want!"

Wang Heng didn't care about annealing or detoxification. She just wanted to eat this kind of food she had never seen before.

Upon hearing this, Wang Mian raised his hand to give it to Wang Heng.

But Mother Fu hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

What a mess of food! We don't even know if it's poisonous or edible. How can we let Jiu Niang try it so easily?

She turned her head and looked at Wang Heng, trying to reason with her.

Wang Heng pursed her lips and looked at Fu's mother with her big, wet eyes.

It looked like a pitiful and innocent little deer.

Mrs. Fu was already full of sympathy for Wang Heng, and now seeing her own Ninth Lady in such a state, her heart melted.

Never mind, if you want to eat, just...

"Little girl, prepare this food and divide it into three portions!"

"...I'll give you the first portion as a reward. You eat it in front of me!"

"Give me the second one, I want to taste it and see what it tastes like!"

Fu's mother was very direct. She took out a string of copper coins from her sleeve pocket and threw them out of the car window without counting.

The copper coin fell at Wang Mian's feet.

Wang Mian didn't feel humiliated at all: Hey, if being thrown money is a humiliation, then please let these nobles take turns to humiliate me severely!

As for Fu's mother's request, Wang Mian could also understand it.

The little girl from a noble family is naturally precious.

If something has never been seen or eaten, naturally someone has to "test the poison"!

Although Wang Mian had been eating the magical tofu almost every meal these days and felt a little sick, at this moment, in order to dispel the concerns of the "distinguished guest", Wang Mian could have another meal!

Wang Mian quickly picked up the money, and quickly took out the prepared sauce: minced garlic, vinegar, and dogwood (Wang Mian: There is no chili pepper, so I can only use dogwood instead), and mixed them together.

Use a sharpened bamboo stick to gently cut the whole piece of Shenxian tofu into three pieces.

Make cuts on the three pieces and spread the sauce evenly.

Wangmian tries to keep the entire production process as clean as possible.

He carried a bamboo tube with him, which was filled with some clean water.

Washing hands, rinsing the "bamboo sword", etc., no step was skipped.

Mother Fu watched coldly, quite satisfied.

So, when Wang Mian finished one portion and handed another to Fu's mother, Fu's mother ate it without hesitation.

"...It's refreshing, a little bitter, but too spicy, Jiuniang, I'm afraid you might not be able to handle it!"

Mother Fu couldn't help but feel a little worried.

My own Jiu Niang has a delicate stomach and rarely eats meaty, fishy or spicy food.

"Mother Fu, I want to try it!"

The more Fu's mother said this, the more Wang Heng was moved.

Spicy, what does it taste like?

Well!

A little stimulating! And a little choking!

But, inexplicably, it feels great!

Wang Heng ate in small bites. She was a little uncomfortable at first, but as she ate, her round face was filled with enjoyment and intoxication for the food.

Wang Mian had been paying attention to Wang Heng's expression. Seeing that she liked it, he deliberately said, "It's a pity that there are no chili peppers. I can only use dogwood instead. My little girl, my family is poor and I don't have many ingredients and seasonings. If I had more materials, I could make more delicious dishes."

Wang Mian finally realized that this white, chubby, and delicate-looking New Year picture doll was her biggest financial backer.

If I can coax her well, I can really make a fortune from food.

To achieve this goal, Wang Mian did not hesitate to tempt people crazily: "Little girl, do you want to eat soufflé as soft as a cloud? Do you want to eat braised pork that melts in your mouth? Do you want to eat--"