Chapter 724: If you are too late, you won’t marry him (320 more for the big chapter of the leader’s heart city)

After a few more days, Chen Nian saw that the pot had reached 100% braised food, and a sense of pride was unforgettable.

Every time a new dish is developed, the feeling will be felt in the old age. This positive motivation will prompt him to make continuous progress and also give him the motivation to continue to study new dishes.

But Chen Nian felt that he was lucky. At least he still had the recipe. Although he would not point out the specific direction, the jump of numbers could give Chen Nian the correct direction.

But even if the old man has a recipe and still needs to try it repeatedly, it is conceivable that those sages who were before him must have put in more effort to study a new dish than they do.

"Dad, I finally figured it out. Do you want to taste it?" Chen Nian asked as usual.

But originally he thought Song Sanhui refused. After all, for more than half a year, the family had eaten chicken wings, chicken feet and so on every day. They must have been tired of eating it, but who knew that Song San nodded this time:

OK."

Then before Chen Nian could hand it over, Song San came here with chopsticks and picked up a chicken wing from the pot.

Take a bite.

Although there is not much meat on the chicken wings, this is what you need to eat this food. It tastes fragrant and mellow after you have it in your mouth, and the taste is soft, glutinous and moist.

In the stage of removing blood, in order to retain its taste, Aged did not use blanching, but placed it in salt water one night in advance.

This will ensure the integrity of the chicken wings to a great extent. Otherwise, even if you keep stewing on low heat, the fragile chicken will crack when stewing.

It will affect the beauty at that time.

And the meat will fall off easily after it blooms.

However, soaking in salt water in advance will avoid some of this problem. However, the weather is hot now. Even if it is soaked in salt water, you have to pay attention to changing the water, otherwise the meat will become odorous.

After soaking, you need to marinate. When marinating, you will hang the meat in the well to ensure that the temperature will not be too high.

Finally, put it into the pot according to the ratio, and then add different seasonings according to the time of each step you have recorded so long.

"How is it?" Chen Nian asked nervously as he looked at his father.

Song San did not speak, but took another bite and savored it carefully: "It seems to be much more delicious, and the taste inside is richer, and there will be a fragrance after eating."

Hearing this, Chen Nian couldn't help but feel a little proud: "That's right, I spent a lot of money to buy materials and spices in the past six months, and I have been studying in Huichuntang for so long."

"Not bad, son, it seems that not only my skills have been learned, but you have even reached the level of being able to establish a sect." Song San spared no effort to praise him.

Because they have seen Chen Nian’s hard work in recent times, although they have not said anything, they are hoping that Chen Nian can study it earlier.

"Dad, you've been awarded. I'm just a few tricks. I'm still far from the master who can really start a sect. And I always feel that the meat I made is still a bit different from what you made by Dad.

.” Chen Nian said modestly.

"Child, you don't need to be too modest. If we do it well, just be bold. Look at dad. Now if someone wants to go out and say that Song Sanbai Rou is the best in Yong'an County, dad can say it, and

Even if my father said such words, no one else dared to say that it was not."

Speaking of this, Song San clapped his hands and spread out: "There is no way, the craftsmanship is here. Even if they want to surpass them, they can't surpass them."

Chen Nian suddenly thought of a sentence: "I have been imitated, never surpassed?"

"Yes, yes, that's it! He can learn from them, and we don't stop others from imitating them, but they just can't surpass them. Are you angry? Even if you are jealous of our business, he will do it even if he has the ability.

It tastes so delicious?"

Song San said.

Chen Nian gave a thumbs up: "Dad, it's you!"

After a while, Song San finished eating the chicken wings, but suddenly he thought of something and asked tentatively: "Then can we sell this out today?"

No matter how much I praised the braised chicken wings were delicious, they were really delicious, but they were unwilling to ask him to eat one more Song San.

Sometimes it is different to being able to eat more. No matter how delicious the same thing is, it cannot be resisted to eat it every day.

"Okay, we can sell it today." Chen Nian said, looking at his father's careful appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Once upon a time, it was like the New Year when they could have a meal of meat at home. Now, less than a year has passed, my father is not very grateful to the meat. If my father a year ago saw this scene,

I had to point at my nose and scold my current father for not being content.

But people will change.

There is no need to use the previous standards to demand current people.

After that, Chen Nian made the water in the water, and although not many, it could be sold.

The areas that can be used must be fully utilized.

As for another flavor made of dogwood, which has a relatively stimulating and spicy taste, Aged is going to try it next. Anyway, the basic techniques of braised pork have been thoroughly studied.

When selling things at night, Song San spared no effort to promote the new products they launched here.

"Buy five flowers?"

"Do you want to see the new things in our store? Braised chicken wings, I tell you this thing is delicious, and it is the most suitable for drinking, and it took my son half a year to do it.

I figured it out... He ran back to Chuntang every day to do this."

After hearing this, the visitor couldn't help feeling a little fresh: "Your son went to Huichuntang every day to do this, and I thought he was going to study medicine."

"That's not, my son has no interest in studying medicine."

The guest smiled, pointed to the chicken wings beside him and asked, "Then is the difference between these braised chicken wings and braised meat?"

"Of course there is a difference. Braised pork is a craft passed down by our family. There are only a dozen spices in it, but this chicken wings are amazing. My son added dozens of spices to it, not to mention anything else.

The spices in this pot of braised chicken and duck products are worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Do you think the difference is big?"

"That must be very expensive. I'd better buy meat. At least there is no bone in this thing, and you can eat everything you buy."

"Not expensive, no expensive." Seeing that the guest was about to change his mind, Song San hurriedly said, "Twelve cents per pound of chicken wings, fifteen cents per pound of duck wings, and ten cents per pound of chicken hearts and chicken gizzards."

When the guest heard this, he calculated it in his heart, and it seemed that it was indeed cheaper than pork.

Moreover, Song San was a little embarrassed to promote it so hard, so he took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, and counted: "It costs ten cents."

"Okay."

Song Sancai snatched it from the pot: "Get a few big ones for you."

After it comes out, drain the soup on it and weigh it.

"Oh, it's a little more, and it's eleven ounces, so give it ten ounces, otherwise it wouldn't be good to cut the whole thing."

"Then I will take advantage of you." The guest said with a smile.

Song San waved his hand when he heard this: "It's all from neighbors, why do you speak so badly? What does it mean to take advantage of me? I don't need money to sell you things. For me, Song San, I only give you more, so it's impossible for you to lose.

take."

As he said that, he put the weighed chicken wings into the basin brought by the other party.

Except for some people who have not bought anything from Song San, those regular customers come here to buy things now with their own containers.

Otherwise, there would be no disposable packaging boxes in this world, and the braised food is made of soup and water, and it is not easy to wrap with paper.

And if they brought the container themselves, they could also ask Song San to serve them some soup.

As long as there is not much to ask for, Song San will give it to him.

This pot of soup is very useful to them. You can dip it in the pancakes or steamed buns, and you can mix it with noodles. The taste is so beautiful, and you can also use this soup to cook dishes.

It tastes meaty.

As for the old braised rice they always left behind, they had already been sold before they were sold.

After that, every time someone came, Song San would sell the braised food made by aged food. Now it is just a trial stage, so there is not much inventory. With Song San's hard promotion, it was sold out quickly.

The main reason is that the price is cheap and Song San is so popular.

But even if some new products were added, their braised meats were not sold less.

But at the end, Fu Ting still pinched some more and bought the big bones, and then ordered a lot of soup to go back.

"Oh, Song Laosan, you said you can't sell it cheaper, I'm considered your old customer, you can't sell the remaining bones, you must be tired of eating them yourself, it's better to just go straight

Give it to me."

Song San and Fu Ting basically quarrel when they meet. After hearing this, Song San smiled contemptuously: "How can I give it to my business? I would rather take the rest home to eat than give it to me.

Otherwise, no one would buy it and just wait for me to send it out when I close the stall. Should I do this business?

And it’s not bad if you want to give it to me. If you ask your son to come, I may give it to you for free for his sake, but if you come, you won’t.”

Fu Ting sighed: "I am really stubborn. I have to write a poem to criticize you!"

After saying that, he left with the basin he brought.

However, Song San said that, he still sold all the remaining bones to Fu Ting and even put a lot of soup into it.

The reason I said that just now was because he knew that although Fu Ting was shameless, he was not as shameless as he asked his three-year-old son to come out and eat people's food for free.

After all, he is a scholar.

Many scholars are better in places they think are important, and it doesn’t matter if they are shameless in other places.

After selling the goods, Song San finished work and went home. Chen Nian also came out to help clean the stove together.
To be continued...