Chapter 6 Lunch Market

Lin He knew when he was very young that meatballs were only the best when they first came out of the pot.

If there is a family that will fry their own meatballs for the New Year, they should know that stirring the meat filling mixed with fish puree, pinching out the shape one by one, putting it in a medium heat oil pan and frying it until golden brown, and taking it out steaming, no matter who it is, it is not enough to eat ten or eight.

But once the meatballs are cooled and shaded by the wind, no matter how much they go back to the pot to cook, they will never taste that sweet.

Therefore, if you want to sell lotus root balls, you must sell them freshly fried.

A lump of minced meat was kneaded, thrown into the oil pan, and the aroma of meat wafted out far away. As soon as the first wave started, a man stood in front of Lin You's car with a nose.

"What is this food? Why haven't you seen it before? ”

Lin He put the balls in the dustpan to filter the oil, and said with a smile: "The newly researched food of my own family is quite edible, how many can this guest officer try?" ”

Lin He casually solicited, like a skilled trader, how could he still see that he was the son of an official? Lin Zhong stood aside, his eyes straightened. He didn't know that when Lin He was a magazine editor in his previous life, the physical book market was in decline, and by the time he became the chief editor, the magazine market had become a picture of diabetes collapse. Going to schools, bookstores, and streets to sell books by himself, or even delivering books for free, this work is simply daily for Lin You.

The man sniffed and asked, "What price?" ”

"Two texts and one, how many?"

"What? So expensive? It's pork, right? Cheap meat! How can it be so expensive...... Two texts, you can buy two eggs. ”

The man felt a little sorry for his wallet, but the rich aroma made him unable to leave, after all, fried food was no different from a holy relic to the Song people.

Lin He nodded: "It's really not cheap, if you don't want to eat, it's best to get out of the way quickly, otherwise you will be guilty." ”

The man muttered, "If you don't eat, you won't eat, can you still be offended?" ”

When he looked back, he saw that there were already seven or eight people lined up behind him, with fierce eyes, as if he was about to fight in a group if he delayed for another moment.

Lin He nodded the long chopsticks in his hand: "If you don't buy it, let's leave quickly, this meatball is the most delicious when it comes out of the pot, and if it is delayed, it will be beaten." ”

The man was helpless, and reached out and took out five copper plates: "Five Wen three, let's just say whether to sell or not." ”

Lin He nodded, wrapped three balls and handed them over: "It's time for the opening gift, come, the next one." ”

Lin Zhong took the money and put it in a small cloth bag. He couldn't help with the cooking, so he had to look at his money bag attentively, and secretly vowed to live and die with the money bag.

The man took the ball, took a step away, and took a bite of it, the greasy aroma exploded in his mouth, but there was an indescribable crispness.

"Delicious!"

After eating three large meatballs in one go, the man stretched his neck and exhaled a breath, and when he looked left and right, the person who learned to howl like a goose had already stood for a while. This lotus root ball, it's really delicious, no, I have to buy some more and go back to the mother-in-law and children at home to taste.

The man unconsciously moved his steps, and stood at the end of the line again, and at this time, he couldn't remember that he was still shouting about the cheap meat just now.

Lin He squinted, looking at the long line in front of him, and felt comfortable in his heart, this is life! When he went to work in his previous life, he always ate in a small shop selling pork knuckle rice downstairs in the company, and at that time, he saw that the boss of pork knuckle rice got up early every day and was tired and tired every day, and he had to feel that it was not easy for small families to work hard outside. Until one day, sitting and listening to the boss's chat, I learned that this pork knuckle rice, who has been cooking for five years, has opened three stores and bought three suites in Shanghai......

At that time, he had an impulse to open a small shop by himself, cook delicious food every day, and earn a house of three or two, which was simply a fairy-like life.

Now, Wonderland beckons to him.

There are a lot of people in the lunch market, this street is not very prosperous, but close to the wharf, the most people come and go, before only some people spontaneously set up stalls, and then standardized, demarcated the location, there is a lunch market and a dinner market, and there is also a patrol to maintain the continuity.

The inspection in the Song Dynasty was a bit hard, and basically took on all the responsibilities of the public security, armed police, and urban management in the previous life, not only to arrest criminals, but also to maintain order on the street.

When Lin You's lotus root balls were sold, the lunch time was over. After working hard to finish eating on this snack street, and having the strength again, I went to work to ensure that I could make a few more dollars in the afternoon. After all, lunch is still a luxury, if it is not for the sake of hard work to make money, no one is willing to eat more at noon, but the working people are the most wise, but when someone finds that if they eat one or two pennies at noon, they can carry one or two more boxes of goods in the afternoon, or do a little more work, and even make two or three more big money, the prototype of lunch has gradually sprouted among the working people.

Not far away, there are also messengers from the government office who will come to buy some food, and bring it back to the whole yamen to go hungry at noon, and the business of this snack street can be described as excellent.

And Lin You's lotus root ball stall is the best of the best. Seeing that the lunch market was over, Lin Zhong tightened his small money bag and said nervously: "Young master, today's money bag ...... Shen, I feel like I can have two or three hundred copper coins. ”

This sentence made Lin He laugh angrily: "There are only two or three hundred copper coins in a lunch market, and we still have a fart stall, and there are at least seven hundred of them." ”

Lin Zhong doesn't understand mathematics, arithmetic is the foundation of one plus one plus one, after a lunch market, he has long been confused, in his concept, how much money can a small stall make?

Lin You is different, he estimated before selling balls, this big basin is smaller than the bathtub, it is easy to rub out three or four hundred balls, one ball is two yuan, if all the money is sold out, it is normal to have seven or eight hundred, do more, and there must be consistent money in the account for a lunch market.

And this money will not decay, because others don't have Lin He's craftsmanship, and they even know the raw materials used by Lin He. After all, lotus root ...... Now it really looks worse than poison.

Of course, the vendor in the stall next door was about to roll his eyes when he heard his tone of contempt for two or three hundred dollars. How much money do we have to work all day? Well, at noon, half of the income from the sale of the snack street went.

Of course, these hawkers didn't complain, after all, there were more people in the stalls that came to Lin You, and their business was better. No matter how crisp the lotus root balls are, they are also heavy oil foods, and it is inevitable that they will be greasy if they eat too much. Isn't it good to drink a bowl of wontons hot at this time? Or a bowl of osmanthus stuffed to get greasy?

There are already a few clever vendors who are ready to ask Lin He if he is still setting up a stall here at night, and he has to follow this big thick leg.

Lin He saw that there was no one on the street, and greeted the surrounding vendors with a smile, and he was sure that he would come here to set up a stall at night, and the white-faced wonton vendor next door patted his chest and promised that he would definitely give Lin You a seat.

Hmph, whoever dares to force Lin You's position, he dares to fight with that person, this noon, he sold twenty more bowls of wontons than usual! That's a lot of money!

Lin Youxiao was about to divide the balls and eat them and close the stall, but he never thought that a little fat man suddenly appeared in front of his car. The little fat man smelled the oil and his face was intoxicated, and he was about to drip into the oil pot.

"Boss, there are still a few balls, I've got a round."