Rich families have their own rules. Since the disciple said so, Zhuang Keqing packed up the agreed quantity of dried tofu skins, and cut another piece of soft tofu, two pieces of old tofu, and some Qian Zhang, vegetarian chicken and the like.
, packed it in a rattan basket, and carried it into Zhao's house.
Liu Zhuzi could only stay outside pushing a cart.
He was anxious, but he had no choice but to wait.
Zhuang Keqing is not timid at all. That day, I saw that Zhao Changsheng was also a serious young master. He spoke kindly and acted appropriately. I guess the family tradition is good. If this is the case, the people in the family must also be well-behaved and deceive the superiors and deceive the subordinates.
The chances of bullying others are low.
The doorman led her through the red-painted main entrance, around the delicately carved flower screen wall with the character "福", and walked along the corridor for a while before stopping at the door of the splendid kitchen.
"Give the cook what you brought, and then follow me to the housekeeper's place to get the money." The doorman asked her to stand aside, then he went into the kitchen and called the cook out.
The cook, Jia Sheng, is a fat, white man with big muscles and a round waist. He had already heard about Master Sun’s ordering of bean curds, and was waiting for the materials to be available so that he could show off his skills. Moreover, he has not seen the dishes after cooking for so many years.
I have eaten fresh food like this, and I heard that many gentlemen and ladies had bad things to say about it.
If he got the door, he hurriedly put down the kitchen knife and came out, and saw a little girl taking off the backpack from her shoulder.
"Hey! I'll come, I'll come!" Jia Sheng stepped forward and lifted the rattan basket with one hand.
"Thank you, uncle." Zhuang Keqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and said thank you with a smile.
He took the things and was about to go back to the kitchen, but was stopped.
"Uncle, please wait a moment."
"What's the matter? I have received the items, you can go and get the money."
"Uncle, this dried tofu skin is a new thing. I guess you don't have a clue about how to prepare it. How about I tell you?"
As soon as he said this, Jia Sheng became interested: "You little girl, you are very clever."
He put the basket down and leaned against the kitchen door with his arms folded, intending to have a good listen.
The disciple Zhao Ping on the other side was also amazed. The cook Jia Sheng was really not very kind in appearance, but this little girl looked like she was not yet an adult. How could she not be afraid? She actually persuaded him to listen to the lecture?
He clearly remembered that Liu Da, the food delivery man, always kept his mouth shut when he saw Chef Jia, and did not dare to say anything.
Here Zhuang Keqing walked to the rattan basket and took out the things inside one by one.
"This is soft tofu. It is most delicious when grilled with meat sauce. It is refreshing and degreasy when used to make soup. This is old tofu. It is best to be fried. Add some gourd leaf pepper and mix the sauce on it.
, the taste is spicy and mellow.”
After opening his mouth and saying only two things, the cook Jia Sheng stood upright from the door.
He saw the little girl take another pile of white dried tofu from the basket and said: "This is the dried tofu ordered by the young master of your house. This time you can cut it all into thin strips and boil it in water to remove the bean smell."
After that, add shredded ham and bone broth and simmer for a while, it will be delicious and fragrant."
Everyone was stunned. This recipe is the same. Although it sounds simple, it seems to be really delicious.
But Zhuang Keqing hasn't finished speaking yet.
She just wants to make a splash and leave a deep impression on the other person.
This wealthy family must have a lot of banquets. If you teach the cook well, there will be a day when your own tofu will shine.
"There are also thousands of them, wrapped in seasoned meat paste, rolled or wrapped, or tied into knots and stewed directly with the meat. The meat must be fragrant but not greasy."
"In addition, this vegetarian chicken is sliced, fried, and grilled with sauce. Remember to add more sugar. It is best served with rice."
"I won't talk about the tofu skin anymore. It's just about being served cold and making soup. Your cooking skills must be much better than a country girl like me, so you can think of some complicated tricks."
At the end of the day, Zhuang Keqing still wanted to give him a thumbs up, which made Chef Jia smile.
Zhao Menzi was convinced. This girl could talk so well. No wonder his young master could order so many dried beans at once.
This was a misunderstanding on his part, but it did not hinder the fact that Zhuang Keqing was eloquent.
Chef Jia packed everything out of the rattan basket with satisfaction, and Zhao Ping took Zhuang Keqing to the housekeeper to collect the money.
"Twenty pieces of dried tofu, 20 pieces of tofu skin, and 50 pieces of hard-earned money, a total of 150 pieces." The housekeeper of the Zhao family was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a serious look. He counted the money in front of Zhuang Keqing and confirmed
After it was correct, he handed it to her.
"Thank you, housekeeper." At this time, the little girl accepted the money without saying anything. After the housekeeper waved his hand, the doorman took her out.
"You are really good at talking." Zhao Ping, the disciple, had already been convinced by the attack of the food description just now. He sighed and sent Zhuang Keqing out of the main door to join the man pushing the cart outside.
Liu Zhuzhu was waiting outside anxiously for a long time. He was just delivering food, but he didn't come out for so long. He imagined so many terrible things in his mind that he almost rushed to knock on the door.
At this moment, the door of the Zhao Mansion opened. The door, which had been a little arrogant just now, now looked at the girl with a pleasant look.
"By the way, I'll take you to the back door so that you won't be unable to find a place next time."
When Liu Zhuzhu saw that the doorman took the initiative to take them around to the backyard, he was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao."
"There's no point in saying thank you."
Zhuang Keqing greeted Liu Zhuzhu and followed Zhao Ping along a small road at the back to the back door of Zhao's house.
Zhao Ping sent the person there and turned around to leave, but was pulled back and stuffed with tofu.
Not big, half the size of an adult's hand.
But I can’t stand the freshness of this thing. The girl just said that except for the dried tofu skin, the others are all new varieties, and even the young and old have never tasted them!
After getting something, Zhao Ping smiled happily and watched the two of them go away before returning to the Zhao Mansion.
"Girl, why have you been here for so long?" Liu Zhuzi was still worried. He struggled for a while and finally asked.
"Uncle Liu, don't worry. I just finished delivering the goods and I'm talking to the chef at home about how to make this stuff, so as not to make it taste unpalatable and ruin our tofu sign." Zhuang Keqing smiled. She knew what Uncle Liu was doing.
Be cautious, you really scared him just now, but telling the truth this time can make him feel at ease.
"That's good, your mother, don't worry, let me take you out, I will keep you safe. As long as it's okay, it'll be okay." Liu Zhuzi babbled, and the nervous expression on his face relaxed.
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After a delay in delivery, the morning market in Songling Town started early.
After leaving the alley at the back door of Zhao's house, we haven't reached the south of the town yet. There are only five or six breakfast shops along the way, including salty ones such as noodles and steamed buns, as well as fried sweet cakes and steamed sweet ones.
Wowo.
Zhuang Keqing's belly, which had just stuffed a piece of flour cake, started growling again.
Regardless of Uncle Liu's objections, she bought three big meat buns, one for herself and two for the other party.
Liu Zhuzhu thanked him but didn't eat it. He just wrapped it in oil paper and stuffed it into a rattan basket.
Zhuang Keqing guessed that he might be taking it back to Hanwa and Aunt Li, but he just smiled and said nothing.
