The taste is unforgettable, the aftertaste is still there, and suddenly, Wang's sister-in-law is a little reluctant to take a second sip.

The man hadn't come back from work yet, and she estimated that Lin Xiang had added other special ingredients to this soup, otherwise how could it taste so smooth.

Seeing that the two children were drinking happily, Wang's sister-in-law put the remaining bowl on the stove and waited for her man to come back from work to drink.

The restaurant opened early in the morning, and the guests came to eat, Lin Xiang didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to do it.

In the morning, after a few customers left, the restaurant gradually cooled down.

Lin Xiang pursed his lips and thought about it.

The only thing that sells better in restaurants in these two days is wontons, but it is not enough to eat just wontons.

Squinting, Lin Xiang's mind began to come alive.

Should I think of something else to sell together......

I looked down and thought about it, and when it was ten o'clock in the afternoon, there were guests to eat.

Lin Xiang quickly did it and asked Hancui to take it out. After the guest finished eating, he said, "Can't you take the bowl you sent?" ”

Han Cuiden was a little sluggish, and at a loss, he hurriedly went to the kitchen to ask Lin Xiang.

"Take it?" Lin Xiang didn't react for a while.

That's packing.

There is no problem in taking it away, but the wontons are soups, and now there are no plastic bags in ancient times, how can you take them out? Don't think about paper bags, if it's a food like buns, it's naturally convenient.

Lin Xiang was also a little embarrassed for a while.

The materials at hand were insufficient, and there was no immediate solution, so Lin Xiang asked Hancui to tell the objective truth.

However, this faintly gave Lin Xiang an idea.

That's the problem of packaging.

In modern times, many people go to the hotel to eat, sometimes ask for a large table of dishes, spend hundreds of thousands of yuan, and after eating the leftovers, it is always a pity not to pack them away.

But...... There is no such thing as plastic in this day and age......

Lin Xiang lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and suddenly felt that this might be a similar business opportunity, and couldn't help but silently write it down in his heart.

"One hundred and forty-two wen is received today." Lin Xiang and Ah Fu counted the copper plates in their palms with a crackling and said.

"More than yesterday." Hancui stared at the large handful of silver coins with a smile, and her mood was two points better.

"Yes." Lin Xiang nodded when he heard this.

At the end of the evening, Lin Xiang and the two of them left early after cleaning the restaurant.

……

Lin Xiang's fingers uncovered the cloth covering the porcelain bowl, and a slightly yellowed piece of dough lay inside.

Reaching out and poking, some were hard and soft.

There are still some bone broth left in the pot from last night, and it is slowly heating on the stove over low heat.

The mist of water slowly rises as the heat evaporates.

Lin Xiang took out the dough and began to knead and squeeze it.

After the dough softened a little, Lin Xiang took a sharp kitchen knife and cut it into uniform thicknesses and sections in an orderly manner.

took out the pork he bought yesterday, Lin Xiang cut it in half and washed it with water.

The pot was already hot, and the white smoke was wafting out.

Pork itself has a lot of oil and water, so you don't need to put any oil.

Cut the pork into slices, cut the cabbage, radish, catch some dried shrimp, and wait for the oil pan to smoke.

"Ahem." Lin Xiang covered his mouth and nose with his fingers, frowned, squinted, and choked on the sudden rise of a large amount of white smoke

Lin Yan also came over at this time, washed his hands in the wooden basin on one side, picked up a big spoon and stirred the bone broth on the fire on one side, and watched the bone broth burn on the fire.

"Scoop out the bones, let's go down." Lin Xiang said to Lin Yan while pulling the spoon in his hand.

The long chopsticks pinched out the bones in the pot and put them in a clean porcelain bowl, and here, Lin Yan stretched out his finger and brushed the long strip of noodles on the board, grabbed it, and threw it into the pot.

Here, Lin Xiang's fried meat was already burnt, and the sauce was sharpened, and Lin Xiang pinched a small amount of salt with his fingers, "Zilala-"

Add a small amount of water and the aroma will rise.

With a light sauce color, Lin Xiang's side has already cooked out of the pot-

Lin Yan was full of words, the saliva in his mouth kept flooding, his nose moved, the aroma of cooked pork drifted into his nose along the smoke, and his stomach couldn't help but "gurgle" twice.

Lin Xiang hooked the corners of his lips and put a plate full of dishes on the table. Here I started to wait with Lin Yan for the noodles to be cooked.

The soup in the pot had already begun to drift up with bubbles bubbling up.

"Goo-goo-"

Lin Xiang looked at the noodles that kept surging along the boiling hot soup in the pot, "Fish them out—"

"Whoa-la-"

The soup poured into the bowl with a rich aroma and the white and tender noodles are steaming, and the green onions are sprinkled on top.

"Eat."

The two siblings washed their hands and sat down at the dining table to eat.

The fresh and tender noodles with the aroma of bone broth flow down the throat and into the lungs, chew for a while, and warm up to the corners of the body.

The meat slices are fried with a hint of fragrant crispy, accompanied by the mixed vegetables, sweet with a hint of deliciousness, the meat is quite juicy, and when you bite into it, it is fresh to the bones.

The fragrant fried pork slices accompany the noodles and are also a special meal.

Lin Yan gulped down and ate, and when he paused, he muttered, "If only there were pickles." ”

Lin Xiang was stunned when he heard this.

He picked up the soup bowl and brought it to his lips and took a big sip.

"You want pickles?" Lin Xiang swallowed the noodles in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and asked.

Lin Yan said indifferently: "No, but isn't it better to eat noodles and pickles in winter." As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel two points of sourness in his mouth, the steaming noodles with the sour and spicy pickles, crisp and silky, "crunchy" to bite down, making people have an endless aftertaste.

Just at the mention of this, Lin Xiang couldn't help but spit in his mouth.

"Cheng, after two days of rest, I'll go to the market and buy some green radishes and Chinese cabbage." In fact, there are other dishes that can be pickled, but those dishes are too expensive, and they can only afford to eat cheap dishes now.

After a satisfying meal, the two siblings cleaned up the rest of the meal, wiped the table, and cleaned up for a while.

Lin Xiang lowered his head and thought about it.

Reaching out and picking up the chopsticks, he picked up the meat dish that still had half of the plate left, and pulled out most of the bowl in the porcelain bowl.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Lin Yan was scalding his feet with hot water, and the sound of rattling water was rattling, looking at Lin Xiang, he asked with some puzzlement.

Lin Xiang smiled: "Send it to the neighbor's aunt, let's eat other people's white food, and you don't allow me to care about it?" ”