Before going to bed, Cao Ming called his grandfather, there was no landline at home, so Cao Ming had to call Lilac's house. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was Lilac's mother who answered the phone.

Although she was reluctant, Cao Ming still greeted her very politely, but this old lady pretended not to recognize Cao Ming's voice, and when Cao Ming shouted "Auntie" three times, she was satisfied, and suddenly said: "It's Cao Ming."

As soon as the words were finished.

Cao Ming heard the noise of the microphone snatching, and after it became clear again, it turned into a lilac's voice:

“…… Brother, why didn't you come back from vacation? ”

Cao Ming made a long story short and told Nizi that she was working part-time here. didn't say a word, Cao Ming heard the sound of Lilac's mother smashing and beating the dishes and chopsticks on the other side of the microphone, Cao Ming was interested, and hurriedly said business:

"You go and call my master, and I'll tell him that he's safe."

Lilac ignored her mother, who didn't look very good, and readily agreed, and immediately went out to call someone.

Grandpa Cao came quickly, picked up the microphone, and smiled: "Mingwa?"

Cao Ming reported good news but not bad news, knowing that the old man's hearing was not very good, so he tried to be as loud as possible.

After chatting about some family matters, the old man took the initiative to end the call.

Cao Ming knew that Ding Xiang's mother on the other end of the phone must have a gloomy face again, pointing at Sang scolding Huaidi and muttering something.

He can't help it, who makes himself a troublemaker.

Hanging up, Cao Ming rubbed his face, and made up his mind to hurry up and make money, first of all, to install a landline at home.

Cao Ming went back to count his savings, only to find that the seemingly abundant hands recently actually hidden economic crisis, carefully estimated, and put aside the cost to be used in the next period of time, and found that there was not much RMB at his disposal!

With such a hand, Cao Ming can't wait to start work immediately, and he can earn a piece of money, and he will be well-off as soon as possible.

Cao Ming thought about it and came up with a temporary idea: get up early tomorrow and sell breakfast!

I first thought about what to make for breakfast, meditated for a while, considered all the ideas in my mind, and finally chose the combination of "white cakes and hot and sour soup".

The idea is a combination of local tastes and current temperatures, and Cao Ming thinks it's scientific.

The people of Qingshui County like thick oil red sauce, and the taste is generally heavy, and the hot and sour soup is definitely competent. And in winter, a bowl of sour and hot soup with enough flavor can not only satisfy the stomach, but also appetize and sweat, which is the most suitable.

Cao Ming's only concern is that this soup is not a snack for the locals, will there be an "aesthetic generation gap?" ”

After thinking about it, I finally decided that it was it.

Just do it, first knead the dough with the dough, a person is busy in the house, in the winter, sweating, waiting for the dough to be kneaded and put in the storage box to wake up, and non-stop preparing the ingredients for hot and sour soup:

Coriander, celery, cabbage, vermicelli, winter bamboo shoots、、、、

Cao Ming cleaned and chopped the ingredients he was going to use tomorrow morning, but he didn't dare to prepare too much, after all, it was the first time to try, and he was afraid that the sales would not keep up and the excess ingredients would be wasted.

This busy work will soon come to twelve o'clock, Cao Ming didn't dare to hold on any longer, forced himself to go to bed, and the rest of the things will be said tomorrow.

This night, Cao Ming slept very lightly and did not have an alarm clock, but jumped out of bed at five o'clock very accurately.

I washed my face with cold water, swept away my sleepiness, loaded the things I prepared yesterday on the tricycle one by one, and went out of the yard before the morning dawn.

Dead trees stand still in the streets, the wind can be heard, and the whole city is still asleep.

At an intersection at the construction site, Cao Ming stopped and camped on the spot, his small figure firm and calm in the darkness.

The city is still in a state of unawakened, and the cold air is floating on the empty streets, which makes Cao Ming very lonely.

The only pedestrian on the street noticed Cao Ming and approached in confusion.

Cao Ming saw clearly that he was a cleaning uncle carrying a broom.

The visitor looked at Cao Ming's posture, and there was a trace of sympathy on his face:

"Baby? Don't stay at home on a cold day, and suffer this sin on the street? ”

Cao Ming smiled, moved the stove down, added carbon, added some ignition alcohol to the carbon, and replied unhurriedly:

"This isn't a holiday, I'm thinking about selling something to Dingxi and making some pocket money."

The old man took a closer look at the things on Cao Ming's car, and his brows still didn't stretch: "Baby, are you experiencing any difficulties at home?" ”

Cao Ming knew that this kind-hearted old man wanted to be crooked, so he had to half-truth:

"The economic conditions of the family are really not very good, why don't you try to share some of the burden for the family? Uncle, for the sake of me being so sensible, you have to cheer up. ”

The stove was ready, and the burning carbon fire brought warmth to the two of them, and the old man smiled and said that it was no problem. As he had spoken, he put the broom aside, roasted his hands, and said:

"What kind of breakfast do you sell? Give a copy to the uncle, if it tastes good, I will come over every day to cheer the uncle. ”

Cao Ming thanked him first and explained:

"I've made this stuff freshly, you might have to wait a while, why don't you sit down for a while?" There's a stool in the car, I'll get it for you. ”

"You're busy, I just haven't finished sweeping the road, greet me when you're done." As he spoke, he regained his tools and prepared to get back to work.

"Okay, go slowly, you." Cao Ming was not stage frightened, and sang a big song generously, which made the old man laugh.

The hot and sour soup is missing one last ingredient: fried peanuts.

Previously, in order to reduce the cost as much as possible, Cao Ming bought raw peanuts and prepared to fry them himself, which was a little troublesome, but it would save a lot of money.

Fry the peanuts first.

Put on the pot, pour the oil, wait for the oil to turn over, and slowly add the peanuts.

Open the stove vent, heat it up quickly, and soon, a rich fragrance wafts out.

This strong fragrance filled the street, and the old man also smelled it in the distance, and asked from afar: "Baby?" What are you busy with? Incense! ”

Cao Ming explained with a smile: "Fried peanuts, keep them for soup later." ”

"Your baby is sharp, you are really hungry when you are so teased by the aroma."

Cao Ming agreed.

When the peanuts were in enough oil, Cao Ming took them out and set them aside to dry.

Experience has taught him that this kind of weather is a natural cooling tool, and peanuts that are naturally air-cooled will be more crisp and delicious.

After skimming out the oil and putting it away, Cao Ming began to officially make hot and sour soup.

The first time he ate hot and sour soup with Yueqing, Cao Ming fell in love with it completely, not only because of its sufficient taste, but also because it tasted rich and layered.

A good hot and sour soup can clearly taste the unique flavor of each ingredient in the soup: the crispness of celery, the toughness of winter bamboo shoots, and the tenderness of cabbage、、、、 like layers of dyeing and overlapping.

According to his memory, Cao Ming carefully controlled the time of each ingredient into the pot, concentrated on neutralizing the saltiness of the soup from time to time, and boiled for more than half an hour, and finally ended.

The cleaning old man didn't know when he was already standing next to the pot, and he couldn't wait more than Cao Ming, and after obtaining Cao Ming's consent, he lifted the lid of the pot.

The red peppers, the green celery, the boiled white lettuce stalks, and the crystal vermicelli running through it, I have to say that Cao Ming's pot of soup looks really good.

The old man hurriedly took the spoon and took a bowl from the cauldron, and sat down at the folding table with anticipation to enjoy the delicious food.

Cao Ming saw that the old man hurriedly took a sip, and his mouth was burned and he was reluctant to leave the edge of the bowl, so he was relieved.

It seems to taste pretty good.

"Uncle, don't be in a hurry to drink soup, I still have to make cakes, and it will be better to eat them later."

The old man lowered his head and agreed, but the speed of drinking the soup did not slow down, and he did not know whether he listened to the little boss's advice.

By this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and the pedestrians on the road had gradually increased, and a few people came to take a few looks, but they did not sit down after all.

Cao Ming comforted himself that he couldn't rush this matter, and empathized, few people would have breakfast at a stall that had just popped up.

Adjust the seal on the stove to keep the fire in a relatively stable state, and lift the lid to let the aroma release naturally.

Cao Ming knows that this will reduce the taste of customers when eating, but there is a loss to gain, so that the self-effeminating food fragrance can most directly attract passers-by to stop.

Cao Ming ignited the second stove again, and at the same time took out the dough rolling table and put the dough on it, preparing for another propaganda method: fancy dough rolling.

Cao Ming's inspiration comes from his experience of clubbing a lot, to be exact, he should be a bartender in a bar.

If a cocktail is prepared in a fancy way, it may not taste better than ordinary concoction, but it is definitely ten streets away from the latter in terms of appreciation.

In some of the more established bars, many customers may be more interested in having a few drinks just after watching the dazzling bartenders on the premises.

"This is cool with a wine glass and those rolling pins are cool, it seems to be about the same," Cao Ming muttered to himself.

Picking up the rolling pin, Cao Ming began to make a loud noise: "Hey! Passing by, don't miss it, freshly made and sold pancakes, everyone come and see, such as fake and freshly made and sold! ”

There was still a little childlike shouting, Cao Ming was single-minded, neatly cut off the dough one by one, neatly cut off the uniform small dough, the rolling pin in his hand pulled a beautiful sword flower, quickly rolled it on the cut small dough, and pinched the corner of the elliptical surface with the other hand, and constantly rotated quickly at a small angle, with the dexterous rolling of the rolling pin.

In this way, a perfect circle gradually emerges at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's amazing!"

"Master!"

"How long does this have to take?"

……

A few passers-by were attracted to the scene with surprised faces and whispered admiration.

There was a little girl, staring at Cao Ming's hands that were moving at high speed and precision like a machine with shining eyes, and watched a thin and uniform dough being rolled out in less than ten seconds, completely conquered, and selflessly clapped her little hands to make a crackling sound.