Because the process of making tofu is not complicated, after Zhao Siniang led the Yang family to do it once yesterday, they had already learned it. So the next morning, Zhao Siniang did not stay at home to make tofu with them, but followed Mr. Jiang and them to the shop early.

After arriving at the shop, Zhao Siniang cleaned the stove first, set up the two pots, poured belly lung soup into one pot, and poured bone broth into the other pot, and instructed Jiang Xiaohu, who was in charge of watching the fire, to keep the fire low. Then Zhao Siniang began to knead two kinds of dough, white noodles and three and three noodles, on the noodle table.

By the time Zhao Siniang covered the dough with a piece of cloth and announced that the peace was over, the others had already put all kinds of things in place, and wiped the tables, chairs and benches twice before and after. Only then did everyone sit down and rest.

"The hour is almost up, I guess your mother and they are about to finish the tofu brain and tofu at home, so I'll go back and pull it over." Zhao Yongzhong looked at the sky.

"Dad, I'll go with you!" Zhao Sanlang said busily.

"You keep it! In addition to tofu brain and tofu at home, there is only a bucket of belly lung soup and some bits and pieces left unpulled, and it is enough for me to go alone, not to mention your mother and their help. Zhao Yongzhong said, and didn't listen to Zhao Sanlang's persuasion, waved his hand and pushed the trolley back. Xindao: The eldest son is going to run away later, that job is not easy, let's let him rest for a while!

Zhao Siniang estimated that Zhao Yongzhong would be back in two quarters of an hour at most, and it would be time for the shop to open at that time, so she began to make preparations.

Zhao Siniang first used sweet potato flour and various ingredients to make the sauce, and then stirred the bone broth with a spoon, while pouring the sauce evenly into the pot, so that the tofu brain and fish balls were made by pouring the marinade. When selling tofu brain yesterday, Zhao Siniang directly scooped the belly lung soup stewed in the pot and poured it on the tofu brain to make water. But today she no longer uses belly and lung soup, but uses bone broth instead. Because instead of using the best-selling belly and lung soup, it is better to use the large bone broth that may not sell well as the marinade. Zhao Siniang thinks that compared to the big bone broth made from stick bones that are cleanly scraped and there is no trace of meat on them, the mellow belly and lung soup is definitely more popular.

After pouring the marinade, Zhao Siniang plans to heat up the soybean stewed pig's trotters first, and then start to make dry sausages. But there are only two pots in the shop, and the other pot is still stewing belly and lung soup, so you can only put the pouring brine out of the pot and put it in a wooden barrel. Spring in Youzhou is still relatively cold, and the food placed in the wooden barrel may soon be cold. But don't worry about it now, because the barrel is placed in Zhao Siniang's self-made "thermos bucket".

Since the day before yesterday, when she went to buy wooden barrels for food, Zhao Siniang took into account the insulation of wooden barrels. Is there any way to keep a barrel as warm as a thermos?

At this time, Zhao Siniang remembered her grandmother's "grass cover" in her previous life, a kind of thing made of straw like a thermos bucket. I remember that at that time, my grandmother always liked to continue to put the bone broth that I didn't drink at noon in the casserole, and then put the casserole in the straw cover to keep warm. When it comes time to eat it again in the evening, the soup is still warm when taken out. The soup covered in this way, Zhao Siniang, thought that it was more delicious than the original soup.

In her previous life, Zhao Siniang would go to her grandmother's house from time to time to live, and it was not uncommon for her grandmother to make straw covers, and the grass covers did not have any technical content, so she would also do them. So she asked Mr. Jiang to help her find some straw and come back. What I didn't expect was that the land in Jiangjiatan was barren, and there was no rice at all, not even a single straw. Later, it was the old man Jiang who asked someone to bring back a bundle of wheat stalks from a neighboring village to make this straw cover.

Last night, I put the wooden barrel containing the big bone broth in it, and this morning the soup is still warm, and the heat preservation effect is good. Zhao Siniang looked at the straw cover made by herself and nodded secretly, and couldn't help but be smug for her ingenuity.

"Sister! Younger sister! It wasn't until Zhao Shilang ran over and patted Zhao Siniang's shoulder that Zhao Siniang, who was immersed in narcissism and couldn't extricate herself, came back to her senses.

"Second brother, what's wrong?" Zhao Siniang asked with a puzzled face.

"Guests are coming! Grandpa, I've been shouting at you several times, but you haven't heard it, what are you thinking? Zhao Shilang asked curiously.

"I, I...... What did the guest order? Zhao Siniang avoided answering and diverted the topic and asked.

"Three bowls of belly and lung soup." Zhao Shilang replied.

"Belly and lung soup?" Zhao Siniang looked at Zhao Shilang with incredible eyes.

My sister's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she seemed to be silently accusing: "It's just belly and lung soup, although you are responsible for cleaning up the table, but what kind of table is waiting for you to clean up now?" If you're not here, you can't fight it yourself, and you're still waiting for me to come? Zhao Shilang's face flushed slightly when she saw it, and he explained uncomfortably: "I don't know if the belly lung soup has a good taste......

Zhao Siniang snorted, added a handful of salt to the soup, tasted it herself, felt that it was okay, and said to Zhao Shilang: "It's okay!" ”

Zhao Shilang hurriedly took a tray and put it on the stove, placed three bowls on the tray, and quickly served the soup to the guests.

"Although we sell soup, how can we make it if we really only have soup? At least two slices of belly lungs should be placed in each bowl! Zhao Siniang stopped Zhao Silang and said.

"That's what my sister said!" Zhao Shilang hurriedly took out a small spoonful of belly lungs from the bottom of the pot and put them in three bowls, intending to take them away.

As a result, he was stopped by Zhao Siniang again, only to see Zhao Siniang throw a few slices of green garlic into each bowl, and then signaled that he could go with the eyes of "children can't be taught".

Zhao Shilang said secretly: My sister's eyes are so sharp when she is crazy, which is more terrifying than when the second sister is angry, so it's better to mess with her less in the future!

However, this time Zhao Shilang still failed to bring the soup away, because Zhao Sanlang, who had just gone to fetch water, came back, and hurriedly sent the soup to the guests.

Zhao Siniang didn't know that she had been labeled as "vicious" by Zhao Shilang, and turned around to see three guests sitting in the shop. Looking up at the official road outside, it was empty just now, and now there are passers-by walking around in twos and threes.

So Zhao Siniang no longer covered the belly lung soup, and let it be so open so that it could be fragrant. Originally, she planned to stew pig's trotters with soybeans first, but after thinking about it, she should make dry sausages first, and thought: Although there are not many people on the road, let's recruit a few!

Zhao Siniang turned around and planned to get the fat sausage, only to find that Zhao Shilang, who had just walked away, was pacing back again. I saw Zhao Shilang take out a tightly wrapped oiled paper bag from his pocket, and after opening it carefully, he saw two pieces of yesterday's dim sum inside. He stretched out his hand and handed the dim sum to Zhao Siniang, and said with a flattering smile: "Sister, you are in a hurry to eat breakfast, you must not be full, eat a piece of dim sum to cushion your hunger!" ”

When Zhao Siniang saw the two well-preserved fine points, her heart was warm, and she pushed the dim sum back into Zhao Shilang's hand, and smiled sweetly: "Second brother, let's eat it!" I'm not a big fan of overnight snacks. ”

Zhao Shilang breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart: My sister finally smiled at herself, and she smiled so beautifully, it seems that she is not angry with herself. But sister, even if you want to give me the snacks, can you find a reasonable explanation? Don't eat overnight snacks? You used to be able to nibble on dim sum for half a month!