"Does it smell good? Why does it smell bad to me?"
"Mencius said: Therefore, when Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, work his muscles and bones, and be hungry—hungry, eh? Where does this strange smell come from?"
"Master, it's time to take medicine!"
"Ahem, Xiaoping, what kind of medicine did you cook today? Why does it smell so good?"
"Master, this strange smell seems to be coming from outside."
"It came from outside..., cough cough cough, put the medicine here first, please take me to take a look."
"Madam, madam."
"Xiao Tao, why are you in such a panic? What happened?"
"Madam, do you smell a strange smell?"
"Well, I smelled a strange smell just now."
"I just heard someone on the street saying that this strange smell is coming from Zuixianju."
"What? Could it be--go and have a look."
"yes!"
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On this day, a "strange smell" suddenly spread through the city of Bianjing with lightning speed. After a while, the city was full of uproar. The people put down their work one after another and began to search for this strange smell.
The source of flavor.
Soon, they found the source.
At this time, there was a long line of people queuing in front of Zuixianju, all the way to the other side of the river. There were at least three to four hundred people, including scholars, scribes, butchers, fishermen, maids, servants, and shopkeepers. What a scene.
It's spectacular, just like the scene where tickets are pre-sold for a Michael Jackson concert.
At the front of the team was a large stove with a large pot filled with boiling oil. There were more than ten pieces of green and ink-colored dried tofu of equal sizes floating on the oil.
There was a young man standing in front of the stove, with a white cloth on his head and a basket cloth in front of him. He was holding a pair of long chopsticks in one hand and quickly tossing the dried tofu in the oil pan, and the other hand was holding a long ladle.
Pick up the fried dried tofu and put it in a small bowl next to it. Then take out a few pieces from the dustpan filled with dried tofu and throw them into the pot.
This young man is none other than Li Qi.
"Everyone, please line up first, don't worry, come one by one." On Li Qi's right, Wu Xiaoliu was standing on a bench, shouting loudly, looking extremely coquettish and proud. Today he could finally feel proud. He was drunk.
When Xianju was working as a bartender, it happened to be the darkest period of Zuixianju. He couldn't see more than two customers in a day, and the most terrible thing was that almost every customer who entered the store would be scolded severely.
After a pause, he left angrily.
Today was completely opposite to the past. All these customers rushed to stuff money into his pockets. Looking at the clattering copper coins, Wu Xiaoliu's face burst into laughter. Today he finally understood what business is. Well, this is how business is done.
An approach.
However, Wu Xiaoliu is not the happiest person here. The happiest person is naturally Wu Furong, a two-generation veteran of Zuixianju. From this morning to now, the smile on his face has not disappeared. In the past few days, he has been
He was so uneasy that he couldn't even sleep well. Today he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing so many people rushing to buy stinky tofu, his eyes were wet with excitement. Even if he died now, I believe he would be able to rest in peace.
Whenever Li Qi scooped up a spoonful of tofu and put it into a bowl, Wu Furong quickly dotted each piece of tofu with seasonings made from minced garlic, mustard, minced ginger, sauce and other ingredients, and then added
Pass it to the guest.
Compared to the two uncles and nephews, Li Qi was much more low-key. He never said a word from beginning to end, and kept concentrating on frying tofu. This could be regarded as his first battle in the Northern Song Dynasty, and there was absolutely no room for error.
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"Hey, little brother, how do you sell this tofu?" At this time, a white-faced scholar who just came over after smelling the smell asked Wu Xiaoliu.
Wu Xiaoliu pointed to the wooden board standing beside him and said: "It's written on it, you can read it yourself."
The white-faced scholar looked at the wooden board and saw it written on the board, 'Secret stinky tofu passed down from generation to generation, made from eight kinds of high-quality ingredients, priced at 300 cents per portion (four yuan per portion), non-discount price.
Due to the limited quantity, each person is only allowed to buy one piece, while supplies last. We hope everyone will bear with you.'
Stinky tofu? The name alone is enough to attract attention. Most of the dishes here are named after some gorgeous nouns. This is the only dish named with the word "stinky" in the entire Song Dynasty.
, coupled with the unique strong smell, it is impeccable.
The white-faced scholar frowned, glanced into the oil pan again, and wondered: "Just these few pieces of tofu cost three hundred cents?"
Three hundred coins buy four pieces of tofu, which can indeed be described as sky-high in the Northern Song Dynasty, but things are rare and expensive. In today's world, only Li Qi can do it. If you go to other places, you won't be able to eat it.
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Wu Xiaoliu shook his head and sighed: "Sir, you don't know this. Yes, these pieces of tofu are really not worth much, but didn't you see it says, this tofu is made from eight kinds of high-quality ingredients?"
You can’t make much money by marinating the ingredients.”
Although he said this, he was already overjoyed in his heart. What a precious material, isn't it the pickle juice that everyone despises? This Brother Li is really good at deceiving people.
These words were naturally taught to him by Li Qi. In terms of acting skills, Li Qi still had great confidence in Wu Xiaoliu.
At this time, a maid at the front of the team asked again: "Then what materials are your stinky tofu made of?"
Wu Xiaoliu chuckled and said: "Sister, I just said that this is the ancestral secret recipe of our Zuixianju. If it were revealed, what else would it be called? My master would have to beat me to death. What do you think?
Yes or no?"
"Ha ha...!"
Wu Xiaoliu's funny actions and aggrieved expression made everyone burst into laughter. The maid suddenly blushed with embarrassment.
Hey! This little Liuzi actually dared to tease me in the street. Li Qi suppressed his laughter, glared sideways, and shouted to Wu Xiaoliu: "Liuzi, stop talking nonsense here, hurry up and get some tofu from inside."
"Hey, hey, hey, I'll go right away." Wu Xiaoliu responded hurriedly. In response to Li Qi's instructions, Wu Xiaoliu didn't dare to mess up, so he hurriedly jumped off the stool and ran into the store.
As soon as we entered the hall, we heard all kinds of praises.
"Uh-huh--tsk, tsk, delicious, so delicious!"
“This stinky tofu is so delicious!”
"Brother--well--you see I have finished eating my stinky tofu. What if the last piece of yours wasn't half for each of the brothers?"
"Get lost! If you dare to steal my stinky tofu, be careful, brother, you won't even do it."
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Wu Xiaoliu felt delighted when he saw everyone devouring their food, and the proud look on his face was unmistakable.
At this time, a strong man dressed as a butcher ran out of the shop with an empty bowl, smiled at Li Qizhen and said: "This little brother, your stinky tofu is really amazing. I haven't eaten it in my entire life."
Such delicious food, hey, can you give me another bowl?"
Li Qi smiled slightly and said: "I'm sorry, our proprietor has ordered that each person is only allowed to buy one portion. If you still want to eat more, come early tomorrow."
The butcher smashed the bar a few times and sighed: "Oh, your proprietor really doesn't know how to do business. If my pork shop has such a good business, even if you want to buy my meat, I will be willing to do so."
Sweat! I'm not a man who makes human meat buns. Even if you give me this piece of meat, I won't take it. Li Qi suppressed his nausea and smiled apologetically at the butcher.
"Come on, come on, I'd better come back tomorrow." The butcher shook his head, put down the bowl, glanced at the stinky tofu in the oil pan, sniffed it vigorously, and then left with regret.
The butcher's words were undoubtedly the best advertisement. Those who had not eaten yet were so greedy that their saliva almost drooled all over the floor.
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