The old fritters are on the outskirts of the city, far away from where Meng Jian and Su Muqin are, almost crossing the entire Cangsong City, and when Meng Conversion's car arrived at the neighborhood where the old fritters were, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Where the hell is I'm dying of hunger!" Su Muqin complained to Meng Jian weakly.

"There are a lot of snacks here, so let's eat some first. Meng Wei pulled a bag from the back seat of the car and put it between the two.

"No, I'm going to eat old fritters with my stomach saved!" Su Muqin said with a very insistent expression.

"Be careful that something is wrong with hunger. Meng Jian persuaded Su Muqin.

"Then you should hurry up and find that old fritter!"

"It should be there soon. ”

Although Meng Jian felt that he would arrive soon, he had only heard his classmates talk about the old fritters when he was in college before, and he had not come here by himself, and now when he went to find the old fritters, he could only ask passers-by.

But the man who asked for directions somehow swore in the wrong direction, causing Meng to go directly out of Cangsong City, delayed for more than half an hour, and after asking people again, he finally found the store where the old fritters were.

It's almost eleven o'clock.

What made Su Muqin extremely depressed was that when the car came over, the old fritters had already closed and finished work, and even the oil pot had been put away. The proprietress and the proprietress prepared the barbecue business for the evening, and almost locked the shop and went home to catch up on sleep.

"Boss, we came all the way here, can you fry a few more for us to eat?" Su Muqin had no choice but to discuss with the boss and the proprietress who were busy preparing for the evening business at the door of the store.

"It's noon, and we usually don't fry fritters after 10 o'clock, which is for the barbecue business in the evening. The oil pot has already been collected, it is impossible to re-boil the pot for you with a few fritters, right?" the proprietress politely rejected Su Muqin's request.

"What can I do about this? It's all your fault! I can't find the way!" Su Muqin looked at Meng Yi very depressedly. complained to him.

"The 5,000 yuan is the money for the hot oil pan, and we buy the fried fritters for 100 yuan. I'll buy as much as you fry. Meng Yi casually took out a wad of money, about 10,000 yuan, and slapped it in front of the proprietress. Having money is capricious, the reason why you don't boil for a few fritters is that you don't have money to make, and if you have money to make, can you not open the pot?

"This one...... Yes...... Yes...... Yes...... Okay, let's reopen the pot for you, you two sit here, sit down!" The proprietress knew that she had met the local tyrant, so she immediately put on a smile on her face, and picked up a table and chair for Meng Jian and Su Muqin to sit down. Hot tea was poured for them.

"Lao Qi, fried fritters!" After the proprietress arranged for Meng Jian and the two to sit down, she shouted to the busy boss in the store.

"I haven't slept yet, what kind of fritters are you frying?" the boss replied to the proprietress in the store, who was busy all morning and was about to go home to catch up on sleep!

"You don't have a serious character!, get out of here!" the proprietress snorted at the boss with a red face.

"What?" the boss clapped his hands on his apron and stepped out.

"There are guests, open the pot and fry the fritters!" the proprietress said to the boss.

"What time is this? Still boiling the pot? Not sleeping? Not doing the barbecue business at night?" The boss glanced at Meng Jian and Su Muqin, and replied to the proprietress a little strangely. How many fritters are fried in a pot for these two people? Is there any mistake?

"Let you boil the pot, you hurry up and boil the pot! What is so much nonsense?

"It's because you fry fritters day and night every day, and you ask for a lot. What is that strength? I'm almost exhausted......" The boss had a reluctant expression.

"People are local tyrants who save face in front of their girlfriends! Give 5,000 yuan to burn the pot, and then 100 yuan a fritter, can you stop talking so much nonsense?" The proprietress leaned into the boss's ear and whispered a few words to him, and then twisted it vigorously on his thigh.

"Oh yo yo! got it!" the boss said to the proprietress what he said. After understanding what was going on, I hurriedly went to the oil pot to light the fire, and at the same time went to mix the noodles, because all the things prepared this morning were used up. So everything has to be reprepared.

"I'm really going crazy with hunger!" Su Muqin leaned on Meng Guan's shoulder and said to him weakly.

"Let you eat something first. Why do you have to wait like this?" Meng Jian was speechless to Su Muqin.

"I searched for a whole morning, and finally exploded. Wouldn't it be a loss for me to eat something else at this time? I must wait until the fritters come out of the pot before eating. Su Muqin continued to hold on.

"Whatever you want. Meng Jian didn't bother to persuade her again, it was obvious that she was too familiar with him, so she was playing tricks in front of him, she didn't care what he said, and the child's temper came up.

"Let's go learn how to fry fried fritters, shall we?" After a while, Su Muqin saw that the boss and the proprietress had already started to get busy, so she stood up and pulled Meng Jian up and walked over together.

"We usually start preparing fried fritters at three o'clock in the morning, and this morning the noodles are all used up, everything has to be reprepared, and the oil pan has to be heated, and it can't be fried for a while and a half, so you have to wait a little longer. The proprietress saw Meng and the others coming, and hurriedly explained to them.

"Don't worry, just fry it in your usual way, I want to eat the original old fritters. Su Muqin replied to the proprietress with a sentence.

"I'll definitely let you eat the original old fritters!" the proprietress assured Su Muqin with a smile. This fried them a pot of fritters, earning more than half a month's business money from the small shop, what else could make her not serve in place?

"That...... Is there any difference between old fritters and ordinary fritters?"Su Muqin asked the proprietress curiously.

"As the name suggests, old fritters are old fritters, and some fried fritters used to fry too many fritters on the first day, and they were not sold out, and they were re-fried in the pan the next morning, which was called old fritters. Most customers like to eat freshly fried fritters, but there are also a small number of customers who prefer to eat old fried fritters that have been refried. The proprietress explained to Su Muqin.

"The old fritter turned out to be this one......? It's just that...... I didn't see you here, the old fritters that were fried yesterday?" Su Muqin looked around, and then asked the proprietress again.

"Our old fritters were actually fried at that time, after draining the oil and blowing it to cool, and then going through the pot twice, which shortened the process of making the old fritters, but the taste and texture are no different from the real old fritters, and they are freshly baked old fritters without adding baking powder, which is freshly out of the pot and healthier to eat. The proprietress explained to Su Muqin again.

"I see...... These pots are used to fry old fritters, right?" Su Muqin looked at the two oil pots that were burning at the same time, and asked the proprietress again.

"The top of this big pot is fried for the first time, the oil temperature should be very high, the following small pot is used to fry the second time, the oil temperature does not need to be burned so high, if it is still burned so high, because the temperature of the fritters has not dropped, it is easy to fry dry. "The proprietress is very patient with Su Muqin because of the money.

"What about the pot in the back, is it going to be fried for the third time?" Su Muqin pointed to the third pot and asked the proprietress about it.

"The pot in the back is full of waste oil, which will stain the fritters. The proprietress hurriedly found a pot lid and covered the pot.

"Nonsense, the fritters won't be dirty, and that pot is also very useful! I often use that pot......" The boss replied to the proprietress with a playful look.

"Don't be unserious! hurry up and meet you!" the proprietress glanced at the boss with a very unhappy expression.

"I didn't expect to fry an old fritter, there will be so much knowledge, today I really have more knowledge!" Su Muqin said to Meng Jian very proudly.

"Don't faint from hunger......" Meng Jian replied to Su Muqin, at this time he was a little interested in the oil in the third pot, there seemed to be some subtext in the words of the boss and the boss lady just now?

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Half an hour later, the first batch of fritters finally got out of the pot, looking at the thin small noodles, after going down to the pot, they instantly swelled into a very thick and big shape, Su Muqin felt very magical, and even wanted to fry a few fritters herself.

Because she is a big financier, the proprietress naturally did not refuse Su Muqin, and enthusiastically instructed Su Muqin on how to clamp noodles and how to put them in the pot, seeing that a small piece of noodles that she personally put into the pot quickly swelled into a big yellow fritters, Su Muqin couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

As a result, she blew up dozens of noodles this time, and blew up all the noodles prepared by the boss. During this period, some people passed by and bought more than a dozen.

Some of the remaining fritters were fried by the proprietress into old fritters, and some were directly brought to the table. Although the name of their shop is Old Fritters, the business of fresh fritters is also to be done, those who love fresh fritters eat the first pot directly, and those who love old fritters wait for the old fritters in the small pot to come out of the pot.

"Eat fritters!" Su Muqin looked at the dozens of fried fritters and old fritters piled up on the table in front of him, and clapped his hands excitedly.

"These are a few cups of soy milk that haven't been sold out today, and it has been heated just now, and it will be delicious with fritters. This soy milk is also made by us, and the taste is full of praise from customers. The proprietress brought a few cups of soy milk to Meng Yi and Su Muqin's table and talked to them.

"Thank you hostess. Su Muqin took a cup of soy milk, inserted a straw and handed it to Meng Confu, and then took a cup herself.

Sure enough, the soy milk in this house tastes very good, not the kind that is blended, and with the old fritters fried by his family, it tastes really good. (To be continued......)

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