Chapter 5: Setting up a stall

"Young Master, is it really okay to do this?"

Lin Zhong's dark face was distorted, looking at Lin He, who had been busy on the stove for an hour, the worry on his face was about to overflow into the pot.

Lin He looked at him angrily: "Why can't it?" If you don't get some work, you really can't open the pot. ”

Lin Zhong didn't dare to refute, but muttered: "It's not because the young master wants to rent this big mansion, there are several empty rooms now......

Lin He chopped the minced meat and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhong, I want to glorify the Lin family in the future, what does the small family look like, now it is empty, and it is comfortable to live." ”

Lin Zhong was helpless, this young master always had his own reasons, just like the ingredients he was operating in his hands, once he was determined to rectify it, there was no reason for others to stop it.

Bang bang bang, two kitchen knives flew left and right, a large piece of pork belly gradually turned into a snowflake-shaped minced meat under Lin He's knife, Lin Zhong squatted on the ground, in a big wooden basin, a few black strip-shaped objects have been washed three times, and they are already black and shiny.

Lin Zhong poured another basin of muddy water with a bitter face, and replaced it with a basin of water: "Can this thing really be eaten?" ”

I can eat it! Of course, you can eat it, and some people believe it when they say that they haven't eaten rice, saying that they haven't eaten it, but I'm afraid it's pretending to be a foreigner. It's just that the lotus roots in the Northern Song Dynasty don't seem to have been improved, and they are crooked and crooked, which is very morbidly beautiful. The pond mud in the pond is also viscous like paste, washing with a smell of fermentation, it really doesn't look like something that can be eaten, but this thing is indeed a lotus root.

forced Lin Zhong to wash it twice, and then shaved off the skin of the lotus root, and finally revealed his white and tender true body. Lin He ignored Lin Zhong's grievances, took the lotus root, lined up the kitchen knives, slapped the lotus root into thin pieces, cut it with a knife, and put it into a basin full of minced meat together with the lotus root juice, plus salt and minced wild onions, and then inserted two chopsticks and stirred vigorously.

It's a pity that I don't have much money left at home now, but if I can buy a big fish and scrape the meat puree to fill it, even if I don't have to stir it, I can still make it delicious.

Lin He was stirring the meat filling here, Lin Zhong lit the fire, and the half pot of vegetable oil gradually heated up. Lin You saw that the oil temperature had risen, and hurriedly shouted: "Small fire, small fire!" ”

Seeing that Lin Zhong covered the flames, Lin You carefully kneaded the stirred meat filling into small balls and put them in the oil pot, and watched a lotus root ball splash in the oil pot and fry it all over the body.

One by one, the golden balls were scooped up, and Lin He put them in the dustpan to filter the oil, and Lin Yi's crisp voice sounded at the kitchen door: "Brother, ...... hungry"

Lin He saw that her saliva was about to drip down, and smiled happily: "I don't think I'm hungry, I'm hungry, and I've only eaten breakfast for half an hour." ”

Lin Yi looked at his brother cutely: "This ball, are you going to take it out and sell it for money?" Then I won't eat it, waiting for dinner. ”

Lin Yi is very sensible, since her father died, she no longer cries, but her smile is also much less, it seems that she understands that the environment at home is bad, and she tries her best not to cause trouble to her brother and mother.

Seeing that Lin Yi obviously wanted to eat but restrained herself from being a little adult, Lin You's eyes were a little wet, she was only seven years old! In her previous life, a seven-year-old child was afraid that she was fed anorexia with big fish and meat, and now she doesn't even dare to eat lotus root balls.

"Take it, there is still something that you can't eat."

Lin He filled five balls in one go, copied them in an oily paper bag, and stuffed them into Lin Yi's hands: "Eat slowly, this thing is full, don't hold on." ”

How could Lin Yi still bear it at this time? Bow your head and take a bite, first bite half of the top meatball, the natural aroma of the pork belly filling and the crisp and unique taste of the lotus root crush make the little girl's eyes squint.

"Brother, it's delicious!"

Lin He touched Lin Yi's head dotingly: "There will be delicious food in the future!" ”

"Brother, it's enough for me to eat one, and the rest for my mother."

"It's okay, brother will give you five more, go eat with your mother, if you can't finish eating, put it away, this thing won't be bad."

Lin He watched Lin Yi bouncing around with the balls to find the Yang family, and felt that life in ancient times did not seem to be bad, at least in modern times, as an only child, he had never been able to have such a well-behaved and lovely sister.

"Uncle Zhong, you can also try it, the taste is okay?"

Lin took two for himself and gave two more to Lin Zhong. Lin Zhong followed Lin Zhen in Bianliang City and walked through Chengdu Mansion, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is well-informed.

Although Lin He trusts his own craftsmanship, this matter of eating, one side of the water and soil raises the other side, and what he thinks is delicious may not be able to cater to other people's tastes.

Lin Zhong took the ball, took a bite, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully: "The young master is amazing, the old slave followed the master to the north and south, it is a big restaurant in Bianliang City, and I have never seen such a delicacy." ”

Lin He also finished his share at this time: "That's good, let's open tomorrow." ”

He himself thinks it's good, the pork of the Northern Song Dynasty is more fragrant than the modern pork, the meat is full of flavor, even if there is no condiment, the meat sesame oil and chives are fragrant in one bite, with a crispy taste, if it weren't for eating too much of this thing and getting fat, Lin He couldn't wait to eat his ten or eight.

Lin He is afraid of fat, but the people of the Great Song Dynasty are not afraid. The Song people are good at food, especially fried food.

Lin He came to the street with his cart stall, and saw that eighty percent of the small vendors on the street were making fried food, such as fried quail, fried chicken, fried dough cakes, and fried pork knuckle...... The smell of fried oil on the street gave Lin You a familiar pleasure.

This tastes similar to KFC.

Lin He saw that there were still vacant seats on the street, so he set up his stall at random, and then didn't forget to say hello to the stall owner next door: "Boss, how do you get the rules of the stall here?" How much to pay? ”

The stall next door is a man who sells wontons, he is extremely tall, his face is white, and the clothes on his body are also clean, which makes people feel good at first glance, after all, in this era, there are too few people who are hygienic, as if Lin Zhong will never understand, why must he wash his hands before cooking?

The man saw Lin and Miansheng, and turned back with a smile: "There are no rules, if there is a vacant space, it will be put up, this is a special stall for small vendors, and when the lunch is over, the inspection will come to inspect, and it will be a part of paying three cents a day." ”

Lin He was surprised: "That's not much, do you still want to pay protection money?" That is, give a copy to the splash? ”

The white-faced man laughed: "Lang Jun, has you heard of a book?" Where did he come from, even if he did, he was driven away by Gong Xie. Which one dares to come to grab the job of inspection? Impatient to live? You'll be able to do your business with peace of mind. ”

Lin and arched his hand, it seems that his Water Margin is in vain, and the security of Jiangling is much better than he thought. As for Gong Xie in the man's mouth, of course he knows who it is. As a Hubei native, even after 900 years, he will often pick up Xie Gong Temple, and these temples all over Hubei Province are to commemorate Xie Lin, a famous minister of Jingchu.

Of course, Xie Lin, a feudal official in a province, has nothing to do with him.

Now the priority is to make money!

Lin He opened the hearth, poured oil into the pot, and placed a large pot full of minced lotus root and meat on the table.

He wiped his hands, what the hell is interesting.