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Chapter five hundred and thirty second food stall

Unable to figure out the details of these people, Yu Sheng decided to put them aside for the time being. The important event in the city was now the most important.

Seeing that everything was in order in Zhaixing Tower, he threw away his hands and went back to the city lord's mansion.

The snow is beginning to clear, and the setting sun is shining in the evening, dyeing the eaves and snow red. Pedestrians are coming and going on the road, with happy smiles on their faces.

Smoke was rising everywhere, and more vendors took advantage of the excitement at night to set up stalls, shouting high and low to each other.

Yu Sheng even saw two donkeys. One donkey led by Maomao wandered in front of a stall selling sour radish, causing passers-by to stop and laugh.

When he walked over, the vendor was helplessly giving a few pieces of pickled radish to the two donkeys.

Maomao, who was chewing with gusto, turned around and saw Yu Sheng, barked "Ang" to the donkey beside him, and ran away.

"You're a fast runner." Yu Sheng threw a few pennies to the hawker, "Charge it to my account and give me another share."

The hawker refused at first, but later he accepted the money after Yu Sheng was determined.

He took a clean bowl and took out a few large pieces of pickled radish from the old ceramic jar next to it.

Yu Sheng took the bowl and saw that the color of the pickled radish was bright and attractive, which aroused appetite. He took a bite. The texture was crispy and the sweet and sour taste stimulated the taste.

"How do you make this?" Yu Sheng thought it would be good to go back and make it as a snack.

The vendor told Yu Sheng to take a jar, boil the mountain spring water, pour it in, add coarse salt, rice wine, ginger, pepper and other seasonings to marinate it, then put the radish in and tighten the jar lid.

"It's been pickled for seven or eight days and it's sweet and sour, but it's not enough to achieve the taste of my sour radish," the vendor said proudly.

He patted the old ceramic jar next to him, "This is the magic weapon that makes my sour radish taste unmatched in the whole street."

This old ceramic stall has been soaking pickled radish for hundreds of years. Even if you put the radish in without pickling seasoning, it will become sour the next day.

The radish is pickled here, and the taste is very pure.

Yu Sheng nodded. The sour radish had an endless aftertaste and a mellow taste. I think most of it was due to the jar.

After eating a few pieces, the vendor wanted to give Yu Sheng a serving, but Yu Sheng refused.

He stood up and continued walking towards the city lord's palace. As he approached the square, he unexpectedly met Zhou Dafu and Chu Sheng again.

They were standing in front of a stall eating deliciously.

"Hey, you two are walking very slowly." Yu Sheng walked over.

"No, it's not that he is slow, it's because his grandson ate too much." Chu Sheng said vaguely, with a taste of tofu in his mouth.

As for Zhou Dafu, he was speechless at this time and his mouth was full.

Yu Sheng poked his head around and saw that this stall was for fried tofu. The tofu is cut into thin pieces, fried on an iron plate until both sides are brown, and then sprinkled with sesame seeds and seasonings to enhance the flavor.

This is a novel way of eating tofu figured out by the people of Yangzhou themselves, and it smells pretty good.

"Shopkeeper Yu, do you want one too?" After finally swallowing it, Zhou Dafu took the bowl handed over by the vendor and signaled to Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng was not polite and took it directly and tasted it with a pair of clean chopsticks.

Zhou Dafu opened his mouth and said, "I'm just being polite."

Now there are only three of them in front of the stall, because the vendor can no longer fry the food as fast as the two of them can enjoy it.

After waiting for a while for the hawker to finish frying, Zhou Dafu hurriedly grabbed it and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth. When Yu Sheng finished enjoying it, he also finished it.

After putting the bowl down, Zhou Dafu wiped his mouth and shouted: "Another bowl!"

"It's almost done." Chu Sheng pulled Zhou Dafu because he really couldn't eat anymore.

"The last bowl." Zhou Dafu said, but he was dragged out of the crowd by Yu Sheng and Chu Sheng, and many people had gathered behind them.

Seeing Zhou Dafu eating so much in a row, everyone thought that this tofu was some rare delicacy. Now they got out of the way and immediately swarmed up to it.

"Hey, this is a good way to do business." Yu Sheng picked his teeth and said, "If I set up a stall another day, you can come over and support me like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the system's cold voice rang in Yu Sheng's ears: Congratulations to the host for successfully triggering the mission [Food Stall]

[Task Objective] Set up food stalls in Yangzhou city or town to promote the evil snack culture.

[Task Completed] It is deemed completed when the reputation value reaches 100.

[Task Reward] Reward the host with a mobile kitchen.

Yu Sheng was stunned. It had been a long time since he had taken over a system task, and what did this mobile kitchen mean?

There is an inn in the town and a Star Building in the city. What use does he need this mobile kitchen?

Just when Yu Sheng was making up his mind to ignore the system's task, the system's cold voice sounded again:

[Task Punishment] If it is not completed within one year, all the recipes that the host has learned will be taken back.

"Your uncle." Yu Sheng's greeting blurted out in his heart. There was no punishment in previous tasks. "System, you're a fucking bad student."

"Don't treat your uncle as your uncle." The system's cold voice was filled with sullenness.

"You have been too lazy in the construction of the inn these days. If you don't repair the small trees, they won't grow straight, and if the people don't repair them, they will grow rough. The punishment is the uncle's encouragement to you!" It is rare for the system to say so many words.

"Hey, I..."

Yu Sheng had to argue with the system, but was interrupted by Zhou Dafu, "Shopkeeper Yu, what are you doing in a daze? And you're staring at a horse."

"Ah, I remembered something." Yu Sheng came back to his senses and temporarily put aside his dispute with the system.

When passing by the square, Zhou Jiufeng, who was supervising the erection of a high platform, saw a few people from a distance and squeezed over, "Shopkeeper Yu, what's going on? There is a monster pretending to be a rich man?"

Since Zhuang Zisheng had already told her, Yu Sheng did not explain, but just nodded.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yu Sheng returned to the city lord's mansion. After walking three steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, the monster escaped when we came out. Ask yourself if this is your brother?"

Yu Sheng blinked at Chu Sheng, turned around and headed towards the city lord's mansion.

Chu Sheng immediately understood, jumped three steps away from Zhou Dafu, and said to Zhou Jiufeng: "Dafu just left me for a long time, will this..."

He pointed at Zhou Dafu and said nothing.

"Your grandson is teasing me." Seeing Zhou Jiufeng becoming suspicious, Zhou Dafu hurriedly cleared away his suspicions, "Sister, don't listen to their nonsense, I am serious."

"Tell me, when did you stop wetting the bed?" Chu Sheng asked.

This is Dafu's shame. Even if the monster had been with Zhou Dafu for a while, he probably wouldn't know the secret.

"I'm really serious." Zhou Dafu insisted.

"If you don't say it, it's a lie." Chu Sheng continued to tease.

Not to mention that Zhou Dafu was tortured, but after Yu Sheng left, he kept arguing with the system without any scruples, making passers-by think that there was something wrong with Yu Sheng's brain and actually scolded himself.

All the way to the gate of the city lord's mansion, the system did not compromise, so I had no choice but to accept this task for the rest of my life.

"It's not like I've never set up a stall before." Yu Sheng comforted himself and stepped into the city lord's mansion.

Yu Sheng still cooked dinner for him and his aunt. Since the two pieces of fried tofu outside aroused his greed, Yu Sheng decided to make two tofu dishes.

Take a piece of tofu and cut it into long cubes. Fry it on both sides in a hot pan with warm oil. When it becomes slightly thin and the surface becomes wrinkled, scoop it out. Then use the prepared half-cooked pork fat and lean, cut it into large pieces, add it to the pan and stir-fry briefly, add green onions.

Add ginger, garlic, soy sauce, and sugar to the original pork soup, push the tofu in, cover and simmer over high heat for 2 to 3 seconds, then lower the heat and simmer.

After about fifteen minutes, collect the soup and put it on the plate. This is "tiger skin tofu", which is exactly the same as the recipe recorded by the previous master.


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