Seaside Inn

Jiang Ran woke up at six o'clock the next morning, and the old man Jiang urged him to grind the beans as soon as he went downstairs.

I soaked the soybeans last night. After drinking the soybeans all night, the water turned yellow and plump, which is very pleasing to the eye.

There is a stone mill outside the kitchen. After washing, the old man Jiang sat in a wheelchair holding a soybean bowl and poured it into the stone mill hole bit by bit with a spoon. From time to time, he poured a little more water into it. Hold the handle next to the stone mill.

The yellow and fat beans were ground into white foam after entering the stone mill, and the clear water went in to thin the thick bean juice and slowly flowed from the stone mill ditch to the next basin below.

After grinding, the bean dregs should be filtered with gauze. Jiang Ran sat in front of the stove and stared at it. It would be better to boil this thing in the pot for a while to ensure that it boiled, otherwise the raw soy milk would be poisoned.

After boiling, it needs to be filtered again, so that the smooth, tender and fragrant soy milk will be presented without the dregs sticking to the throat.

The old man Jiang thinks about eating pancakes every day. In fact, this thing is very simple to make. Flour, eggs, add some sweet potato powder to increase the stickiness, then sprinkle a handful of green onion or leek or potato shreds, stir well and spread out in the pot Large and thin round cakes will do.

When the Jiang Ran pancakes were cooked, several college students who rented at their house also got up. They dared not sleep in the middle of the night. No matter how amiable the old man and grandma were, or how handsome the young man was, this was an unfamiliar environment.

It is impossible for them to stay awake all night. After all, running around during the day is also very tiring. In the middle of the night, when they can't hold on, they put their desks against the door before they dare to sleep.

They were sleeping soundly, their stomachs growled when they smelled the smell of beans outside, and smelled the smell of oil, they couldn't take it anymore, and got up in twos and threes.

"smell good!"

Jiang Ran put on the bowls and chopsticks, "It's time for dinner."

"Where did the kimchi go?"

Jiang Ran sighed, "Grandpa, you can't eat kimchi."

"I've eaten chopped peppers and I'm still afraid of kimchi!"

Mrs. Jiang also said, "Hey boy, he has already broken the precept, cut some and give him a taste."

Jiang Ran had no choice but to go to the kitchen to get the dishes.

Old man Jiang's mother is a girl from Sichuan, and Sichuan people are most famous for all kinds of hot pot skewers and kimchi.

Just like seaside people eat seafood every day, kimchi is soaked into the bones of old ginger.

Old man Jiang's kimchi skills have been passed down by his mother, and Mrs. Jiang is used to the taste of kimchi after decades of marriage.

Even Jiang Ran grew up eating kimchi and watching old man Jiang making kimchi.

To be honest, old man Jiang is not suitable for eating kimchi because of his legs, so he and Mrs. Jiang also accompany him to refrain from eating.

On the window sill of Jiang’s kitchen, there are neatly arranged kimchi jars. There are sour and delicious radishes, cabbage, cucumbers, hot and sour spicy cabbage, cowpea, mustard greens, and chopped peppers, pickled peppers, and tender vegetables for cooking. ginger.

Even restaurants don't have as many kimchi jars as his.

Although there are many varieties, the quantity is not large. After all, there are only three people including Jiang Ran. How much can they eat?

Jiang Ran washed his hands and picked cabbage, cucumber and spicy cabbage from the kimchi jar, sliced ​​them and put them in small plates and took them out.

Without further ado, the old man Jiang picked up the pancakes, put a chopstick of spicy cabbage in his mouth, ate one pancake, and immediately picked up another one impatiently.

"Hurry up to reincarnate! What kind of food!" Mrs. Jiang said every day.

It was the first time for the college students to see how to eat pancakes, but seeing how delicious the three of Jiang's grandparents ate, the unique sour taste of kimchi kept stimulating their taste buds under their noses.

Finally, a daring one picked up a chopstick of cabbage and ate it in pancakes like them.

The soft and elastic pancakes are sandwiched with sour and crispy cabbage, which has a special taste.Slightly spicy, take another sip of warm soy milk, and your eyes that are still sleepy will suddenly be refreshed.

"good to eat!"

"Really? Then I'll try too."

If there is one, there are two, seven people deal with a table of breakfast, and soon a few kimchi dishes are bottomed out, and even pancakes are gone.

There is still some soy milk cooked too much.

"Wow, I've only eaten the one dipped in bean paste, not the one with kimchi, it's so delicious!"

Jiang Ran smiled and said, "Doubanjiang is also delicious, but it's a pity that I have been lazy to make it after I finished eating the Doubanjiang at home."

A boy said, "Brother Jiang, your kimchi is really delicious, and my mother also makes this, which tastes completely different."

Some people like pickled peppers, some like hot and sour, and some like sweet and crispy.It makes the kimchi recipes of every household different.

"Brother Jiang, do you sell kimchi in your house? I feel so sad when I think that I won't be able to eat it when I go home."

That's such an exaggeration.

Before Jiang Ran could speak, the old man waved his hand, "What are you selling? I'll just pack a jar for you and take it home to eat slowly. Come back if you don't have enough."

The old man Jiang has been a cook all his life and has been making kimchi all his life. The happiest thing is that someone praises his skills and pickles well.

Just like the little daughter-in-law of a Sichuan native, praising you for your kimchi is tantamount to praising you for your virtuousness and skill.

Although the old man Jiang is not a little daughter-in-law, but the meaning is almost the same...

"Send it, how embarrassing that is."

Mrs. Jiang drank soy milk and said, "What's the matter with embarrassment, my family sends out too many kimchi a year."

After hearing this, they wondered, "Why don't you sell it if it's so delicious?"

The old man Jiang waved his hand and said, "I'll soak the vegetables you want to eat, and then sell them. The jar is heavy, and the old man can't carry it."

They just asked a few more questions, and just listened.But Jiang Ran listened in his heart.

Yes, why not sell it?

In the past, it was because grandpa and grandma were in poor health and couldn't carry it. Isn't he back now?

Anyway, he doesn't want to leave for a short time, so it's good to do the whole thing.

After breakfast, the four college students were about to go back to the county. Jiang Ran found a few clean plastic jars to pack kimchi for them. "I don't have any glass in my house. It's best to put plastic jars out of the sun and put them in the refrigerator."

"Thank you Brother Jiang." A tall boy took out three red bills from his pocket, "This accommodation fee..."

Jiang Ran pushed, "As for the two beds, art students burn a lot of money, so let's save it!" Besides, he didn't go there for money.

After seeing off a few college students, Jiang Ran swept the yard with a broom, thinking about the kimchi.

"Grandpa, pick a time to make kimchi!"

The old man Jiang was sitting in the yard, eating peanuts, and heard, "Isn't there still at home?"

"I think what the college students said just now is right. Grandpa, you are so good at making kimchi, we can sell kimchi."

Mrs. Jiang frowned upon hearing this, "Are you planning to find a job?"

The old man Jiang said, "That won't work. I will remove the plaster cast in half a month, and you will go to work then."

"Grandpa." Jiang Ran lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm really tired and want to rest for a while. Just follow me!"

Mrs. Jiang said, "You don't go to work, you plan to start a kimchi business?"

"I don't have anything to do when I'm free, just do whatever I want, if I go to work, I won't do it!"

What followed was a long period of silence between the two elders.

The grandson suddenly fell from being an assistant to a big boss to selling kimchi. This ups and downs are really not something ordinary people can accept immediately.

Seeing that they were silent, Jiang Ran didn't dare to say anything more.Silently swept the floor and went back to the room.

Mrs. Jiang sighed, "Hey boy, this is wronged."

The old man Jiang held a handful of peanuts and rubbed them back and forth. The shells of the peanuts were crushed and fell to the ground, leaving a handful of red-skinned peanuts in his palm.

He didn't speak.

He thought as the old woman thought.

His good boy has a personality like his mother, gentle and considerate.When I was a child, no matter how painful I fell, I couldn't hold back my tears and in turn came to comfort the adults.

In the past, when he was still at Lao Jiang Restaurant, he and his wife went out early and returned late every day. Aran complained about nothing. He cooked, ate, and did homework by himself, and he could change the sheets and wash clothes when he was free.During the winter and summer vacations, I will take the initiative to come to restaurants to help.

He is a good boy who is always considerate and considerate. If he hadn't been wronged so much in the company, he wouldn't be like this.

"If he doesn't want to say it, let's not ask. If he wants to stay at home, it's fine. It's not like the family can't afford it."

When eating at noon, the old man Jiang hummed and said, "I have to hurry up, the weather is just right these two days."

The past two days have been neither hot nor cold, which is just right for making kimchi.

Jiang Ran was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what old man Jiang said, and when he came back to his senses he smiled, "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Just do it well, don't mess up my signboard."

"Hey."

Making kimchi is not an easy task, it is about the right time, place and people.

The weather in the past two days is neither hot nor cold, just right, this is the right time.

After lunch, Jiang Ran went to the town to wholesale a box of glass jars, [-] large, [-] small, [-] small, to try the water first.After the jars are brought back, they need to be washed and put into the disinfection cabinet in batches for disinfection.

Early the next morning, Jiang Ran went to the houses of various uncles and aunts to buy fresh vegetables. Everyone in the village grew vegetables for their own food. If there were too many vegetables, they would take them to the county to earn pocket money. They don't want money, what money does a village want.However, Jiang Ran said that if they wanted too much, they would make kimchi and sell it in the county, so they agreed to charge some money.The vegetables bought in a village are not expensive, and the vegetables are freshly picked from the field. Can there be fresher ones than this?

Clean jars and fresh veggies, it's the perfect location.

Harmony between people is the most important hurdle, and it is worthwhile to be Old Man Jiang, Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Ran.

Mrs. Jiang washed the leaves of the vegetables she bought, Jiang Ran was in charge of marinating and seasoning, and old man Jiang was in charge. He could only sit in a wheelchair to direct because of his poor legs.

After a whole day, all the glass jars were filled with kimchi. Jiang Ran tidied up the kitchen sundries and came out to arrange the jars one by one, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Just waiting for the dead of night, where the naked eye can't see, the bacteria fermented.

Three days later, Jiang Ran opened a jar and came out. The old man tasted it and nodded and said, "It's not as delicious as mine, but it's still a pass."

Jiang Ran smiled and frowned, "Then I took you to the county?"

"Go!"

Going with Jiang Ran was Mrs. Jiang. She had already saved a lot of eggs that she was thinking about, and she just took them to the county to sell.

As for Mr. Jiang, in his words, "I'm not a prisoner, so I need to watch me all day! I can't move my feet, don't I still have hands! Can't push a cart by myself!"

So, Jiang Ran took Mrs. Jiang in the back seat and picked up pickled vegetables and eggs to the county on a bright day.

They chose the nearest large market in the north of the county to set up a stall, just at the intersection, opened the trunk to set up a small table, and moved out two small benches.

After Jiang Ran neatly arranged these things, he suddenly got stuck and didn't know what to do.

Do you just sit and wait for someone to come to your door and ask?Or yell loudly?

The first one estimated that he would not be able to sell two cans a day, and the second one he felt a little shy and a little bit speechless.

So, what to do?

Looking at her grandson's tangled expression, Mrs. Jiang smiled unkindly, she is still a young man!Can't pull this face off.

She didn't yell, just sat on a small stool, and said, "Native eggs! Delicious kimchi!"

The sound is not loud, normal conversation volume.

But very effective.

You think, when a person is walking in the vegetable market and suddenly someone speaks, he will naturally follow the voice of the voice and think he is talking to him!

In this way, you can see what they are hawking. Some of them are interested and stop, and some are looking at it to relieve embarrassment.

In this way, it is easy to sell.

Jiang Ran immediately looked at Mrs. Jiang with admiration, so much admiration!

Mrs. Jiang raised her chin slightly and snorted, full of arrogance.

Most of the stalls in the vegetable market are over 40 and [-] years old, and few of the vegetable buyers are young.A young man is fair and good-looking, and speaks softly and politely. He looks like he is selling things with his old man. Don't say whether you want to buy it or not, and check your favorability first.

"The chickens are raised by us. The eggs are not big, but the yolks are very yellow. Look at them." Jiang Ran did a good job of preparing, and boiled a few boiled eggs before going out. From a human perspective, native eggs are not big, and the yolk is slightly hard and elastic. The yolk of the boiled egg is slightly orange, which can be distinguished from ordinary eggs at once.In addition, they are not expensive to sell, and many people buy them.

"My wife made the kimchi. He has been a cook all his life. You can't boast about his skills. Try it? The shop is closed, and many regular customers are sad. Even now, people still come to my house to buy kimchi!" Mrs. Jiang blew loudly, Jiang Ran was very cooperative and took out the kimchi to try.There is such a gimmick that old man Jiang is an old cook, so some people think that since it is made by a cook, it should not be bad, so they dare to reach out and try.What makes Mrs. Jiang proud is that there are not many people who have eaten their kimchi and don't like it.

With such a beginning, everything went smoothly.

Mrs. Jiang sells things as if chatting with the entrance of the village, talking about how good her old man is and how good his craftsmanship is, and how her chickens are served. Blowing fiercely, the people who buy it feel relieved.

Two hours later, the kimchi was sold out, the eggs were gone long ago, and there were only empty wooden boards left. Even the jars for tasting were given by Mrs. Jiang to the old lady who got along well.

Mrs. Jiang was drinking water and said that she was already thirsty all morning.

In Jiang Ran's view, the wind is light and the clouds are light and the merits and fame are hidden deep. Youdao is ginger or old spicy.

"What are you still doing in a daze? You packed up and went home, and your grandfather is still at home alone!"

"Hey."

When she got home, Mrs. Jiang wanted to brag about her achievements today with her wife, but when she opened the door, the old man Jiang, who was supposed to be obediently sitting in a wheelchair, was bouncing around with a chicken in his hand, hooking his plastered foot.

Ginger old man "..."