In the end, when everyone left, everyone had a bunch of pickles and sauces in their hands, even if it was the dried pumpkin that Ji Yue kept saying that it was not recommended to use, she also shared a small bag of each person to take away.

In Ji Yue's words, although the dried pumpkin made by her mother doesn't taste good, it still tastes very good when chewed, in case any of you have a unique taste will like it.

Zhang Guanghang's house was far away, so he left first, and the Jiang family lived downstairs, and Jiang Feng simply took the pickles and jam in several batches and distributed them to his uncles.

There is a point in dividing things, for example, Grandma Jiang and the fourth aunt like to sandwich capers when they eat steamed buns, so they give them a little more shares.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang, under the love of Comrade Wang Xiulian's equally superb pickle skills over the years, will definitely look down on ordinary Shanghai green and snow red pickles, but the cabbage pickles produced by Ji Yue's mother, who has just won unanimous praise from everyone, will definitely win his heart. Although Ji Yue only gave Jiang Feng three cans, after all, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's own father, a whole jar of pickles must be given.

The eldest aunt is addicted to weight loss and can't extricate herself, and she probably has no interest in pickles, but the eldest aunt loves jam Jiang Feng knows.

Fruits are healthy food, apples are a weight loss holy product, and you won't gain weight if you round off applesauce and eat it.

When Jiang Feng ran to Ji Yue's house for the fourth time to get pickles and send them to the old man and Grandma Jiang, Ji Yue chased out the door with two cans of pickled peppers: "Jiang Feng, you forgot to take the chili peppers, didn't your third grandfather eat spicy food?"

"My third grandfather now lives at my fifth uncle's house, and my fifth aunt has already returned to City A to supervise my two cousins' studies, and I will get chili peppers on the next trip. Jiang Feng said.

Ji Xue saw that Ji Yue had almost divided all the pickles and jams, and didn't mean to leave much for herself, so she asked strangely, "Ah Yue, don't you want to keep a little for yourself to eat?"

"I kept it, and I left it on the table for the two of us to eat. Ji Yue pointed to a few bottles on the dining table, "My mother makes a lot of these things every year, she has nothing to do at home this year, and most of the basement in my house is full of her pickle jars, which look like pickle workshops." She said, let me bring these things over and give you a point, if everyone likes it, she will send more over, she can send whatever you like, it's enough!"

As she spoke, Ji Yue's eyes were glued to the jar containing vinegar and garlic and couldn't move away.

"Ah Xue, why don't we share a garlic?" Ji Xue smiled as she wanted to eat garlic.

"Garlic?"

"My grandmother said that one garlic a day sterilizes and cleanses the intestines. Ji Yue was already ready to move, "Do you eat garlic? This garlic made by my grandmother tastes a little rushy." ”

"Eat. Ji Xue has been impressed by Ji Yue's family's various pickles.

Ji Yue unscrewed the jar and used chopsticks to fish out a garlic that had been deeply stained with vinegar.

Instantly, the smell of garlic filled the room.

Ji Yue began to skillfully peel the garlic, handed half of it to Ji Yue, and then put a clove of peeled garlic into his mouth.

Take a bite of it.

Spicy, spicy, sour, punchy.

Refreshing!

"Ahh Ji Yue sat on the chair and sighed.

Ji Xue also put a clove of garlic in her mouth like Ji Yue, and took a bite, but her level of eating garlic was not as high as Ji Yue, and she almost choked out tears by the spicy taste of garlic rampaging in her mouth.

But soon Jixue adapts to it and indulges in a sea of vinegar and garlic.

"Ahh Ji Xue sat on the chair and let out the same exclamation.

When Jiang Feng pushed the door open again, he saw two garlic sticks sitting next to the dining table.

"Are you eating garlic?" Jiang Feng was shocked, what kind of nocturnal activity was this, it was like a cult meeting.

"Do you want to come to the two petals?" Ji Yue sent out an invitation.

Jiang Feng looked at the vinegared garlic on the table with an attractive color, and his heart was moved.

A few seconds later, a new garlic appeared on the chair.

Jiang Feng, who was obsessed with eating garlic, didn't want to send pickles for the time being, and decided to let the fifth uncle and the third grandfather wait for a while, he just wanted to sit on the chair and be a garlic quietly, and chat with the other two garlic by the way.

"Ji Yue, is your family's pickling craft ancestral or did your mother learn it herself, or did your grandmother teach it to your mother?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

The pickling technique is generally given to her daughter by her mother, for example, Comrade Wang Xiulian's pickling technique was taught by Jiang Feng's grandmother.

"There are two kinds of pickles made by my mother and the pickles made by my grandmother, my mother's pickles are from my grandmother's side, and the pickles made by my grandmother are from my hometown. Ji Yue said, remembering what happened when she was a child, she was still a little happy, "I remember when my grandmother was still making pickles when I was a child, they were all made in dozens or hundreds of jars, and they were eaten by the family first, and if they couldn't finish eating, they would be taken out and sold." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

You also said that your family didn't sell pickles in the first place.

"And what happened later?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Later, my grandmother stopped doing it when she was old, and my uncles stopped doing pickles and switched to doing clothing wholesale with my father. But I remember my mom telling me that it wasn't that my two uncles didn't want to do the pickle business, but that the pickle business didn't do well. Ji Yue squinted her eyes, "Although my family is very famous for pickles and pickles, they are all made in small workshops or at home, there are no particularly large factories, how can the competitiveness of small workshops be artificially made compared to those produced by the assembly line of large factories? ”

"And now?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Now, my dad almost went bankrupt last year, and my two uncles are similar, my aunt divorced my uncle directly, and now the three of them are running business outside. My second aunt should be making pickles with my mother, and she likes to make pickles too. It is said that last year, my second uncle's family was a little worse than mine, my second uncle directly sold the house, and the money they rented outside was all earned by my second aunt selling pickles. Ji Yue said.

"How many pickles do you have in your house?" Jiang Feng was shocked.

"I don't know how many pickles my second aunt made, but after my mother heard about my second aunt's deeds of selling pickles, she was prepared for danger in times of peace, for fear that my father would go out and go bankrupt this time and come back and sell the house. So I made a lot of pickles and learned a variety of jams and pickles, just in case I needed them. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

"It's not that I blow it to you, when my father's clothing wholesale business was the largest, half of the province's clothing wholesale had to go through his hands, but whoever did the clothing industry in our province didn't eat the pickles made by my mother. Every winter, my house is like a wholesale pickle market. Ji Yue said.

Jiang Feng: ......

"Then how is your father's business now?" Ji Xue asked curiously.

"I don't know, I guess it's okay. If it weren't good, my mother and my second aunt would have gone out together to sell pickles by now. Ji Yue said.

"Then what should you do with so many pickles that your mother made before?" Ji Xue asked his soul.

"I don't know, it should be a gift, and my mother didn't tell me. Ji Yue was thoughtful.

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, and he had a plan in mind.

"It's better to ...... Discuss with your mother how about selling pickles to our Taifeng Building?" Jiang Feng showed a smile that belonged to a capitalist.

"Huh?"

"Ji Xue, in all fairness, is the pickled fried rice we ate tonight enough to be on the menu?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Qualified. Ji Xue affirmed, "It's much better than Yangzhou fried rice, which is not selling well in our store." ”

"That's right, we also have some supply channels in our store, and shipping is definitely not a problem. Whether your pickled vegetables are made into fried rice, fried bamboo shoots, fried meat, or directly distributed as a side dish for individual distribution, it is very good!" Jiang Feng slapped his face, "How about it, you go and discuss with your mother, I will discuss with my mother, and we will have the results tomorrow." ”

Quarter:???

My mother's career is about to have a second spring?

Is my family destined to sell pickles?