That afternoon, after lunch, Wang Jian didn't even bother to brush up on Douyin, and focused on improving the breakfast he was going to sell tomorrow.

There is nothing left to improve on steamed buns and flower rolls, what he needs to improve is porridge and pickles.

The porridge that Wang Jian's mother usually sells, because it is cooked with the cheapest cheap rice in the supermarket, the taste is very average, and the clear soup is less watery, the water is more and the rice is less, and the chopsticks have to be poured when you insert a chopstick.

And the pickles for rice are just ordinary Chinese cabbage and radish concocted, depending on who is cheaper in the market, buy cabbage if the cabbage is cheap, and buy radish if the radish is cheap.

Because the material is ordinary and the seasoning is not very particular, the porridge and pickles of the "Jianjian Bun Shop" are not delicious at all, and they can only be said to cushion the stomach.

It's not that her mother is black-hearted and doesn't want to use good rice, or cook porridge thicker, or add a few more spices to the kimchi, but you get what you pay for, three yuan, porridge and pickles are eaten casually, and you are full, and you still pick and choose, and you feel that the porridge is thin, which is a bit funny.

If you want to drink good porridge and eat delicious pickles, go to the "porridge shop" or "good porridge road", more than ten yuan, or even twenty or thirty yuan to eat a porridge, which is definitely more delicious than 3 yuan.

Wang Jian used the mutated Douyin APP to cook a small pot of porridge and rebrew a bowl of pickles.

When cooking porridge, APP didn't let him add as many seasonings and spices as steamed buns in the morning, but just let him scoop half a bowl of rice.

As for pickles, it is the same as steaming steamed buns in the morning, and the Douyin APP provides him with a list of as many as 12 spices and seasonings, such as peppercorns, cinnamon, bay leaves, liquor, rock sugar...... Something like that, let him prepare.

Wang Jian prepared them one by one according to the requirements.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the porridge was cooked, and the kimchi was also soaked.

Wang Jian couldn't wait to open the lid of the rice cooker, but before it could be fully opened, a strong smell of rice came to his face.

"It's so fragrant!" Wang Jian half-closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and inhaled this rich, rice-scented breath that made people very appetizing as soon as they smelled it.

After that, he looked down at the rice cooker, but saw that the porridge in the rice cooker was thick, crystalline, and full of grains.

Wang Jian immediately picked up a stainless steel spoon, scooped a spoonful, took it to his mouth and blew it a few times, feeling that the temperature had almost dropped and put the spoon into his mouth.

"Ahh

"This texture, this color, this taste, don't sell for five yuan a bowl, I'm completely sorry for this top-notch ingredients and taste!" After a long time, Wang Jian opened his eyes and sighed.

Next, he tasted the salted cabbage with chopsticks.

The transformation of the mutant Douyin APP into a magical god did not disappoint him, the original ordinary, except for salty and sour, there was no other taste of "rotten cabbage", at this time, eating in Wang Jian's mouth, just one bite, a compound of numb, spicy, salty, sour, sweet, fragrant, crispy, refreshing...... The rich compound smell exploded in Wang Jian's mouth like a grenade explosion, stimulating his mouth to secrete saliva constantly.

"Cool!" Wang Jian shouted, and then couldn't help scooping up a big bowl of porridge, just eating the freshly soaked pickles, eating a large piece, only to feel that the bowl of simple porridge and pickles in his hand was more comfortable and proper than eating any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

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With good things, of course Wang Jian wants to share them with his mother.

However, when he was about to call Zeng Yu, who was busy making steamed bun stuffing according to Wang Jian's "new secret recipe" on the square table in the dining room, he suddenly stopped talking again.

"Pickles can be pushed on Douyin's head, anyway, there are many broadcasters who teach people to pickle pickles on Douyin.

"However, the porridge that can be compared to the top Thai fragrant rice is also pushed on Douyin's head, and my mother is not a three-year-old doll, so easy to deceive!"

The hard-working and dependent mother is the person Wang Jian cares about the most in his life, is the most unreserved, and can even exchange his life for his life without frowning. He got a miraculous mutant Douyin APP, of course, he could tell his mother without reservation.

However, after thinking about this issue carefully, Wang Jian finally decided to hide it from his mother. It's not that he didn't believe his mother would pass on his secrets.

It's just that any secret, once more than two people know it, is no longer a secret.

In case the mother who knows the secret inadvertently leaks it out and is known by others, it will be a blessing or a curse for the two mothers, and the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable!

"Or, for the time being, we don't sell mutated porridge, only mutated pickles?" Wang Jian thought of a compromise method.

But soon, he shook his head again.

"Procrastination is not the way to go. Sooner or later, this problem will need to be faced and resolved. And in order to become famous as soon as possible, it is necessary to make the 'Jianjian Bun Shop' famous and popular in a short period of time, and the delicious porridge is a must. Just go to the supermarket and buy a bag of Thai fragrant rice now. After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Jian finally thought of a solution that was not a solution.

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Wang Jian is a man of action, and after eating all the porridge and pickles in the rice cooker, he wiped his mouth and said to his mother, who was still busy with the bun stuffing in the living room, and then went out.

Half an hour later, Wang Jian returned home with a bag of 20 kilograms of Thai fragrant rice.

When Jian's mother saw that her son actually bought this kind of Thai fragrant rice that she was reluctant to buy in her life, she immediately frowned, and said with some displeasure:

"Jianjian, why are you buying such expensive rice? This Thai fragrant rice, you can buy two catties of ordinary rice for one catty. Our porridge only sells for three yuan per person, how can you make money with such expensive rice?"

Wang Jian winked at his mother and said, "Mom, I buy Thai fragrant rice for free use, you will know later!"

Wang Jian, who walked into the kitchen, used scissors to cut off the seal of Thai fragrant rice, but when he scooped rice to cook, he still scooped ordinary brown rice, simply washed it with water, and then took a photo with the APP's camera, poked the button a few times, and then added half a bowl of rice according to the requirements of the APP, and then put it on the rice cooker to cook.

The bag of Thai fragrant rice he bought was used to sell dog meat on a sheep's head, and he didn't plan to use it.

Usually, if Wang Jian and his mother cook porridge in a rice cooker, they only need a bowl of rice.

However, through the practice just now, he already knows that the improvement of the ingredients of the mutant Douyin APP is at the expense of providing more raw ingredients to change and improve the ingredients, this process is equivalent to concentration and purification, just a bowl and a half of rice, only cooking the usual bowl of rice, this is the reason.

An hour later, the porridge was cooked, Wang Jian tasted it, and the taste was the same as the porridge just now, with the same fragrance and delicious taste.

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Wang Jian took a bowl of mutated porridge, and put a few chopsticks of mutated kimchi on the porridge, and walked into the dining room next to the kitchen.

"Mom, try my porridge and modified kimchi made with Thai jasmine rice. ”

"It's only been a long time since I had lunch, and I'm not hungry yet. Zeng Yu said.

"You can taste it first, Mom! Try it first, it will definitely surprise you!" Wang Jian encouraged his mother.

Zeng Yu had no choice but to stop what he was doing and taste.

This taste, at the beginning, there were some careless chopsticks can no longer stop, "squeeze", "swish", Zeng Yuyun chopsticks holding the bowl are flying, and he is not afraid of being hot, and he eats it with a sound.

A few minutes later, a bowl of porridge was swept away by Jian's mother. Jian Ma licked her lips with her tongue and sighed:

"This Thai fragrant rice is fragrant, no wonder rich people love to buy it! Unfortunately, it's too expensive! By the way, Jianjian, this pickle was also learned by you from the master above Douyin? It tastes so good. However, you're too fast, aren't you? You can eat it in less than half a day, why are you soaking?"

"You get what you pay for, of course it's better than ordinary rice. Wang Jian said with a smile, "As for the pickles, I added a few special spices to them, and scalded the pickles with boiling water, so they cooked quickly." But these are all details, you don't have to worry about it, Mom, anyway, I'll leave these things to me in the future. Kimchi, porridge, and steamed buns will all be done by me, the master, in the future, and you will be responsible for selling and collecting money!"

"Hehe, you can make such delicious porridge pickles and steamed buns, you really deserve this master, much better than your mother. Later, Mom will give you a hand. Zeng Yu looked at his son, smiled, and praised.

"Okay, Mom, now, let's talk about tomorrow's deal.

"First of all, I'm going to divide the porridge pickles and steamed buns we want to sell into two categories, the ordinary ones and the improved ones that taste better and look better.

"Ordinary porridge pickles and steamed buns, how do you buy them, or how do you sell them, they still sell at the same price, porridge and pickles are full for 3 yuan, steamed buns are 1 yuan 5 a piece, and steamed buns are 1 yuan a piece.

"But you can't sell something that tastes better and looks better. Porridge and pickles, I plan to sell them for 6 yuan a person, and I am also full, buns are sold for 2 yuan a piece, steamed buns and flower rolls are 1 yuan and 5 yuan a piece, what do you think, Mom?" Wang Jian looked at his mother and said.

Zeng Yu also felt that since the steamed buns and porridge pickles were much better than before, and listening to Wang Jian, he also used more seasonings, more meat and oil, and it was also appropriate to increase the selling price.

However, all of a sudden, it has increased so much, especially porridge and pickles, which have doubled from 3 yuan to 6 yuan, Zeng Yu felt that this price increase seemed to be too much.

"Jianjian, I don't object to raising the price, but it's so high all of a sudden, isn't it...... My usual customers are basically old women and old ladies in the community, and they are very sensitive to price, you sell it so expensive, be careful that you can't sell it when the time comes!" Zeng Yu warned his son.

Hearing Jian's mother say this, Wang Jian, who was alone for the first time, had no bottom in his heart, so he had to pick his scalp and say:

"Let's try it tomorrow, Mom. We will prepare less expensive things, and if no one buys them at that time, we will dispose of them as ordinary goods. ”

"That's right...... If you want to, then give it a try. ”

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PS: I looked forward to the stars and the moon, and I looked forward to it for three weeks, and finally I came up with a small recommendation.

Starting next Monday, Lao Blind is preparing a double update to see if he can rush to the new book list in the last few days.

The best score on the list of new books in the urban category of this book is 12, two positions short, which is a pity, and the recommended votes are okay, but the collection is too small. Hopefully, next week I will be able to get my wish and let me stay on the list for two days.

Next Monday, the brothers will help the old and blind!