As the weather gradually warms, there is no trace of snow and ice now. This year's spring came later than in previous years, and its breath was quietly hidden in the willow tops that quietly emerged, telling people the thoughts and heartfelt feelings that they had not seen for a year.

The grass on the side of the road had sprung up almost overnight, and yesterday it was a dead grass, but when I looked at it again today, it had covered the ground with a carpet of tender green.

Spring is the season of revival of all things, not only these plants, but also all kinds of animals that have hibernate for a winter have also woken up from their slumber, stretching their waists, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and taking a good look at this strange and familiar world.

The morning in Wangjiazhuang is lively as usual, and from one or two o'clock in the evening, the roar of large trucks that constantly resounds at the north end of the village no longer makes them feel sleepy for the villagers of Wangjiazhuang, who are already familiar with all this.

Wang Yong got up early today and went to the trading center, or farmer's market, and Wang Yong, like the people in the village, is more accustomed to the latter title.

Following the flow of people that had begun to gradually disperse, before he could enter the gate of the farmers' market, Wang Yong saw the two big early paving on both sides of the road.

A variety of special breakfasts from all over the country are mixed together, and in the early morning sun and a cool breeze, you can smell the aroma of various foods without effort.

There are not only the classic breakfast with tofu brain fritters in the north, but also the dazzling variety of morning tea pastries, snacks, and even chain stores from abroad have come here to join in the fun.

Recently, I heard that someone in the village opened an Uncle Ken chain store here, and the franchise fee of 600,000 yuan is an astronomical amount for most people in this era.

But in Wangjiazhuang, even if his family can't come up with such money at once, he can run three or five families. It's easy to get enough of a little bit from each family.

As Wang Yong continued to move forward, he met more and more acquaintances, and people constantly greeted him warmly and invited him to eat together.

In this way, many newcomers who had never seen Wang Yong suddenly remembered Wang Yong's slightly immature face. Eat mixed rice here in Wangjiazhuang, how can you do it if you don't know Wang Yong?

As a result, many bold and shrewd stall owners began to join in the invitation to him for breakfast. And one is more enthusiastic than the other, and Wang Yong, who is looking forward to it in his eyes, wants to run away.

What they think in their hearts, Wang Yong can also guess one or two, it is nothing more than thinking of promoting their stall through their own popularity, just like the celebrity effect in later generations.

Telling people that Wang Yong has eaten the breakfast I made here, it is definitely the most convenient way to increase his worth and popularity. And, in all likelihood, it's more acceptable.

After all, Wang Yong's reputation is not something that one person bragged about. Now his name as the little God of Wealth has long been accepted and recognized by more and more people.

Look at what he's been up to over the years. Even if he doesn't know much, just two or three pieces are enough to prove that his talent and mind are completely worthy of the title of God of Wealth.

Perhaps, in a few hundred years, people at that time will see in the history books that there was once a peerless genius, with extraordinary brain and shrewdness, who became the god of wealth by the people at that time at a young age.

"Little God of Wealth! Good morning! ”

Wang Yong heard a voice. Turn around and look over. A man wearing a white coat with a ball of noodles in his hand skillfully pulled this for a while. A fried pancake (like a lot of places called oil cake) is formed.

I saw that he stretched out his hand and kept pulling around, and he couldn't see a trace of rustiness at all, so he easily picked up the fried pan from the board, put it in the oil pan and dipped it for a while, and then slid it into the oil pan after his surface hardened a little.

There was a side shelf. More than a dozen freshly baked fried golden crispy fritters were placed on the drawer made of wire on the pot, emitting a strong aroma, and Wang Yong's appetite was wide open.

"Hello! You're good at it, huh? ”

"That's it, my old horse has been doing this for thirteen years, and when it comes to the craft of frying fritters, I can pat my chest and say that it is definitely not comparable to ordinary people!"

This stall owner, who calls himself an old horse, is very eloquent. At the same time, he is obviously very confident in his craftsmanship, and he accepted Wang Yong's praise without timidity.

"Really? Then I'll try it with you today to see if your craft is as good as you say? ”

"Huh?" The old horse was startled, and as soon as he used his hand, a fritter that was being formed was almost broken. Fortunately, the craftsmanship and feel he had cultivated over the years made him sober up in an instant, and he made up for it in time, and the fritters that were almost cracked by the car were successfully put into the pot.

"No problem, it's not delicious, or you're not satisfied with the food, I don't want money!"

Lao Ma had an irrepressible surprise on his face, and he was almost about to pat his chest to give Wang Yong a guarantee. A middle-aged woman who greeted the guests, probably his daughter-in-law, also hurriedly walked over and tore a little toilet paper to help Wang Yong wipe the stool over and over again.

"That, aunt, don't wipe it, I'm also from the countryside, so I don't pay so much attention to it. In this way, bring me a bowl of tofu brain, a tea egg, two fritters, an oil cake, and a plate of small pickles! ”

"Okay, I'll pick it up for you!"

After speaking, the middle-aged woman turned around and walked to Lao Ma, picked up a plastic basket, and first picked up two steaming thick fritters and a piece of oil cake with a diameter of more than ten centimeters.

At the same time, he took a large bowl with a mouth of about ten centimeters from the cupboard, and brought it to Wang Yong with a large bowl full of tofu brains.

Wang Yong picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks from the plastic basket with disposable chopsticks on the table, and was about to tear open the outer packaging, but after thinking for a while, he put it back again.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he directly picked up the fried dough sticks with some soup, and put them in his mouth, and before his teeth could exert force, just a light touch, and the crispy skin was already torn apart.

Fragrant, crispy, crispy, this fritters are fried!

I couldn't stop eating this time, and the two fritters went straight to my stomach, and I couldn't care about the greasy hands on my hands. Wang Yong picked up the spoon again and scooped a spoonful of white and tender tofu brain, and a strong bean fragrance mixed with the aroma of marinated seeds with fungus, mushrooms, daylily, and crushed peanuts rushed into his nose and straight to his brain.

Bring the spoon to your mouth. Blow and suck gently. With a snort, the tofu brain slipped smoothly into his mouth, turning into a warm current and sliding down his throat into his stomach.

After only taking a sip, Wang Yong felt warm, and the chill of early spring was dispelled all at once. When you close your eyes, you can clearly feel the taste in your mouth.

"Good! You're really not boasting, this fried tofu brain is better than anything I've ever eaten before! ”

"Oops! Just waiting for your words! It's best if you're really satisfied. It would be nice if you could give me another word or something! ”

Seeing that Lao Ma didn't look like an outsider, Wang Yong was depressed. Nothing else, he really can't handle his words? Otherwise, with his current fame and showy temperament, he would have already inscribed and signed all over the sky.

For this, he worked hard to practice his hand that was called the Dog Crawling Evolution font by all the teachers and classmates, and he bought more than a dozen copies of the hard pen stickers of the huge teacher alone.

I don't know what's going on, no matter how much he practices, there is no big progress. Of course, if Liu Bin or Wang Liang knew what he thought. will definitely roll his eyes and taunt him again.

You bought a copybook, how many times have you really practiced? Your brother can last more than ten minutes at a time, and he can't count it on one hand. If you can practice it, that's a weird thing!

"But don't, how can my Mobao be given to people so easily? But I can give you an idea, and it's up to you whether you listen or not. ”

Don't! Can you not listen? I don't know about this other place, just this big farmer's market covering an area of hundreds of acres, I don't know how many people want you to give advice!

"Listen, must listen! I'll get someone to write down your suggestion. And then keep it as a family heirloom for my son! ”

No one around laughed at Lao Ma, they all looked at him with fire in their eyes, which was called envy, jealousy and hatred! Why did this good thing make him a fried fritter? There's a technical aspect of this? Why didn't Wang Yong come to eat with me?

Ignoring the stall owners around him, he sighed and hung his chest, while Wang Yong drank tofu brain. While looking at the old horse's fried fritters, with a mouth, an idea popped up that made the old horse not know what to say.

"You guys have to put alum in these fritters, right?"

"Put? How can you not put fried fritters? ”

"What is alum, do you know? Is it harmful to the human body, do you know? ”

Lao Ma as a farmer who didn't graduate from elementary school and went into the city with his father to fry fried fritters when he was a teenager, he knew this. I could only shake my head, and I was confused.

Alum? I've always used this thing, huh? How can I listen to the meaning of the little God of Wealth, this thing can't be put in? But how can you make good fritters without putting this thing?

"Alum, the scientific name is potassium aluminum sulfate dodecahydrate, also called alum, potassium aluminum alum or something, it is a kind of harmful substances that can not be excreted from the body after being eaten, and will be deposited in the body forever."

"Huh?"

Not only Lao Ma, but also other diners who were eating fritters at this stall were also stunned. In this era of information blockage, not everyone knows the harm of alum.

A few masters who were worth a lot of money at a glance simply scooped half of the fritters in their hands and threw them on the table, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and the corners of Wang Yong's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"However, it is not a big deal to use it in small amounts, and it does not have much effect on the body. However, after all, it is still toxic when used as a food additive. It is said that if you use it for a long time, you are prone to Alzheimer's! ”

Now, not only those diners, but even Lao Ma and his wife have changed color. Alzheimer's! It's scary to think about, this is a terminal disease for which there is no effective treatment in the world!

"So, my advice to you is to try to make a crispy churros that can be fried without alum. If you really master this technique, after a few years of people's health awareness, just selling technology to teach disciples is enough for you to live a pretty good life! ”

Wang Yongke didn't care what they thought, and said to himself: "In terms of using oil, don't recycle it many times, it will be a large increase in carcinogens, which is even more unfavorable to health." ”

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Yong saw that a table of guests had quietly put the money on the table, and then left without saying a word. He felt a little sorry for the old horse, and tried to recall the later practice of alum-free fritters.

"Well, this alum-free fritter is actually not that difficult, it seems to have something to do with the fermentation time, you try it more, I believe you will be able to find a suitable way to fry healthy alum-free fritters!"

After saying that, Wang Yong was embarrassed to sit here anymore, didn't he see that the faces of the husband and wife were dark? After eating the oil cake in two bites, he picked up the bowl again, drank the remaining tofu brain in one go, took out five yuan from his pocket, and quickly slipped away without waiting to find the money.

After doing such a typical thing, Wang Yong had no interest in wandering around here, and took a tricycle from a villager back to the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he heard news that surprised him a little.

Foreigners have come to the village! I heard that it's still an old hairyman! (To be continued.) )

PS: I have a lot of thoughts, so all kinds of demons!