Chapter 699: Put the mess on me (please give me a monthly ticket)

Chen Nian was so energetic that he finally knew what he was going to learn from here!

It’s the skill of braised pork!

I have also been exposed to braised pork before I was aged, but I am not specially made, but there are other dishes like this.

For example, the meat of the sap is actually a bit like this, and the meat used for couples' lung tablets must also be braised.

And when talking about this, Chen Nian thought that Honghong Restaurant is actually very suitable for selling braised pork. When guests go to eat, they can order some braised food together.

After you learn the method from here, it will be much easier to go back and improve it through modern people's tastes.

"That's right. If you ask me to tell me what is the use of your skills always in your hands? When one day you really bring them into the coffin, your skills will be lost." Xu Erni said.

"Don't I have no suitable successor? I don't want to teach you." Song San was still showing off his own strength.

"Dad, then I think we can open another braised pork stall in the future."

"Hahaha, turn on! Turn on! Then we won't serve anyone, just serve ourselves and be our shopkeeper!"

"That's right, it's impossible to serve others. I, Chen Nian, never want to serve others in my life!" Although Chen Nian was not drunk, the atmosphere was here, and Chen Nian was a little erratic.

"That's right, I don't like the poor guys of those rich families. If you want to do it, be rich! Then buy whatever meat you want and make it yourself, and do whatever you want!"

Song San became more and more excited as he spoke. As he spoke, he drank the remaining wine in the bowl.

After drinking, he stood up and staggered to the kang and lay down.

Don't care about others.

"Your father is such a person. If you drink some wine, you won't know who you are. Don't learn from him."

Chen Nian smiled: "Don't worry, mom, I'm a good person, and I think people like my father live freely and freely."

Chen Nian did not finish the wine in the bowl, but poured it back. Anyway, these wines were not very attractive to Chen Nian, so it would be better to keep them and drink them with Mr. Song more in the future.

"By the way, Dad drank a little too much today. What should I do if the mixed soup is done?"

"It's okay, just wait for me to do it, it's nothing difficult."

"I'll help you then."

"good."

However, the mixed soup must be made until the second half of the night. It will be stewed in advance for too long, so the meat will easily overcook, but it cannot be made too late. After all, the taste must be allowed to enter.

Miscellaneous soup is a high cost when you buy it and a low price when you sell it. It is a small profit but quick turnover. Although it seems that you can sell more than 100 bowls a day on the surface, in fact, what you really get is only a few cents.

When Chen Nian got up in the second half of the night to make mixed soup with Xu Erni, Chen Nian asked the other party why he didn't use the money to do other slightly higher profits, but Xu Erni shook her head and said, "As soon as they sell mixed soup, they are selling mixed soup now."

I am used to it, and many old customers wait to take this sip every morning.

Secondly, they are old now and have no energy. Now they can make some money and have some food to eat. They can save a little more afterwards. When they can afford two thin-skinned coffins in the future, they can afford to buy two people.

There is also a place to shelter from the wind and rain when you leave.

Chen Nian couldn't help but sigh.

However, the mixed soup is not too difficult to make. The main thing is to cut the washed mixed soup into everything, blanch it with water, and then put it in the pot to cook.

After that, add various seasonings.

Xu Erni skillfully added seasonings to it, and Chen Nian was watching from the side, and Xu Erni did not shy away.

But Chen Nian just took a quick look and didn't care too much. Not to mention anything else, although Chen Nian had never made mixed soup, if he really made it in Honghong Hotel, the taste would definitely be good.

It can be better than this.

What you need to learn specifically is the skills of braised pork.

Until the morning, they still set up their stalls as usual.

Chen Nian shouted hard, calling out many customers who often drink mixed soup and some people who tasted this for the first time.

But before the end of the sale today, the poor scholar Fu Ting walked over yesterday.

Song San had a headache at first, but when he saw Fu Ting, he looked stern on the spot. His old body didn't know where the strength came from, so he rushed to the stall and stopped Fu Ting.

"What are you doing?"

"I can tell you that we can't even have a bowl left today."

Unexpectedly, Fu Ting sneered, raised his head high, and took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket: "Song Laosan, I have seen people who can't do business in this world, but I have never seen anyone who does business yet.

People don’t make money, what do you think is this?”

Song Laosan looked at it carefully, hey, it was really a handful of copper coins.

"You are going to be a bandit! Where did you rob it?" Song Laosan asked in surprise.

Fu Ting was dissatisfied when he heard this: "How did you, Song Laosan, speak? What does it mean to be a bandit? I am a scholar! This money is naturally earned by my extensive knowledge!"

Chen Nian saw this scene inside and found that there were almost a dozen copper coins in his hand. He felt aroused and thought of the Xu Mansion Manager's look like he was asking for words all over yesterday.

"Dad, he earned the money from writing to people yesterday."

Song Sanyi slapped his head and remembered this incident, and said with a smile: "You are rich? Why do you have to drink three cents today?"

But Fu Ting still smiled disdainfully: "I underestimate me too much, Song Laosan, do you remember what I told you yesterday? Fill all the crumbs and don't even have a mouthful of soup!"

When Song Laosan heard this, he laughed and pointed to the porcelain bowl next to him: "Just this? Full? Then you will have to spend fifteen cents. If you want to pile it up high, you will have to spend twenty-five cents.

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"Why don't you go and grab it?" Fu Ting immediately cursed when he heard this.

"What you said is wrong. I, Song San, sold the mess on this street for many years. I have always made money by conscience. If I accept so much, I will only make a fortune. You just want to say whether you want it or not.

Bar!"

"You want it! Why don't you want it!" Fu Ting said.

"Rare?"

"No, I'll have a three cent." After that, Fu Ting counted out the three cents and put them on the cart, and sat on the small stool beside him.

Chen Nian looked at the other party with a look of Kong Yiji.

He hadn't asked yet, and he didn't know if the other party was Fu Ting's father, but if it was true, it would be not easy for Fu Xin to grow up like that later.

But if so, Fu Xin fell in love with Xiao Mudan at first sight and took him to climb trees and watch opera all day long. These two people look shameless in some aspects quite similar.
Chapter completed!