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"Big brother, do you smell it?"

"Yes! Why does it smell so good? ”

"Is it fragrant? How I smell it stinks. ”

Mencius said: Therefore, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and be hungry ---- hungry, huh? Where did this smell come from? ”

"Master, it's time to take medicine!"

"Ahem, Xiaoping, what kind of medicine are you cooking today, why is it so fragrant?"

"Master, this strange smell seems to be coming from outside."

"It's coming from outside, cough cough, the medicine is put here first, you can take me to see it."

"Madame, ma'am."

"Xiao Tao, why are you flustered, what's going on?"

"Ma'am, do you smell a strange smell?"

"Well, I just smelled a strange smell."

"I just heard people on the street, and this strange smell came from the Drunken Immortal Residence."

"What? Don't you --- go and see? ”

"Yes!"

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On this day, a "strange smell" suddenly spread in Bianjing City with lightning speed, and after a while, it was full of wind and rain in the city, and the people put down their work one after another and began to look for the source of this strange smell.

Soon, they found the source.

At this time, there was a long queue in front of the Drunken Immortal Residence, until the other side of the river, there were three or four hundred people, there were scholars and scribes, butchers and fishermen, maids and fishermen, and shopkeepers outside the staff, the scene was so spectacular, just like the scene of the pre-sale tickets for the Mike Jackson concert.

At the front of the procession was a large stove with a large pot of boiling oil, and more than a dozen pieces of dried tofu of equal size were floating on the surface of the oil.

In front of the stove stood a young man, with a white cloth wrapped around his head and a basket cloth wrapped in front of him, holding a pair of long chopsticks in one hand and quickly turning over the dried tofu in the oil pot, and holding a long spoon in the other hand to scoop up the fried dried tofu, put it in a small bowl next to it, and then took out a few pieces from the dustpan full of dried tofu placed next to him and threw them into the pot.

This young man is none other than Richie.

"Let's line up first, don't worry, come one by one." On the right side of Li Qi, Wu Xiaoliu was standing on a bench, shouting loudly, looking extremely coquettish and proud, and today he could finally raise his eyebrows. When he went to the Drunken Immortal Residence as a bartender, he happened to encounter the darkest period of the Drunken Immortal Residence, and he didn't see two customers a day, not to mention, the most terrible thing was that all the guests who entered the store almost had to reprimand him severely, and then left angrily.

Today is the opposite of the past, these guests are scrambling to stuff silver into his pocket, looking at the copper coins, Wu Xiaoliu's face is smiling, he finally understands what business is today, hum, doing business has to be done like this.

However, Wu Xiaoliu can't be regarded as the happiest here, the happiest is naturally Wu Furong, the two generations of elders of the Drunken Immortal Residence, from this morning to now, the smile on his face has not disappeared. A few days ago, he was still nervous, and he couldn't even sleep well, but today he finally breathed a sigh of relief, seeing so many people rushing to buy stinky tofu, his excited eyes were moist, even if he died now, I believe he would be able to blind.

Whenever Li Qi scooped up a spoonful of tofu and put it in a bowl, Wu Furong quickly placed the seasoning made of minced garlic, mustard, ginger, sauce and other ingredients on each piece of tofu, and then handed it to the guests.

Compared with the two uncles and nephews, Li Qi is much more low-key, he has not said a word from beginning to end, and has been focusing on fried tofu, which can be regarded as his first battle in the Northern Song Dynasty, and there is absolutely no room for loss!

"Hey, little brother, how do you sell this tofu?" At this time, a white-faced scholar who had just arrived when he smelled the smell asked Wu Xiaoliu.

Wu Xiaoliu pointed to the wooden board standing beside him and said, "It's written on it, you can see it for yourself." ”

The white-faced scholar looked at the wooden board, only to see that the wooden board was written, 'The ancestral secret stinky tofu is made of eight kinds of high-quality materials, three hundred yuan a piece (four yuan per copy), no two prices, due to the limited quantity, each person is only allowed to buy one, until it is sold out, I hope you will bear with me." ’

Stinky tofu? The name alone is enough to attract people's attention, most of the dishes here are named after some gorgeous nouns, the dishes named after the word "stinky" are unique in the entire Great Song Kingdom, coupled with the unique strong smell, it can be called impeccable.

The white-faced scholar frowned, glanced twice into the oil pot, and wondered, "Just these few pieces of tofu cost 300 wen?" ”

300 Wen to buy four pieces of tofu, which can indeed be described as sky-high in the Northern Song Dynasty, but scarce is expensive, who called Li Qi in today's world will do it alone, you go to other places, you can't eat it if you want to.

Wu Xiaoliu shook his head and sighed: "Guest officer, you don't know this, yes, these pieces of tofu are really not worth much, but don't you see what is written on it, this tofu is made of eight kinds of high-quality materials, and it can't make any money at all." ”

Although he said this, he was already happy in his heart, what precious materials, isn't it just pickle juice that others dislike, this Brother Li is really good at fooling people.

These words were naturally taught to him by Li Qi, and in terms of acting skills, Li Qi is still very confident in Wu Xiaoliu.

At this time, a maid at the front of the line asked, "Then what kind of material are you made of stinky tofu?" ”

Wu Xiaoliu smiled and said, "This sister, I just said, this is the ancestral secret recipe of our Drunken Immortal Residence, if you say it, what is it called, my master has to beat me to death, don't you say?" ”

"Haha!"

Wu Xiaoliu's antics, coupled with his aggrieved expression, caused everyone to burst into laughter. The maid suddenly turned red with shame.

Hey! This little sixth son dared to arrange me on the street. Li Qiqiang held back a smile, squinted his eyes, and shouted at Wu Xiaoliu: "Liuzi, don't talk nonsense here, go inside and get some tofu out." ”

"Hey, hey, I'll go." Wu Xiaoliu hurriedly responded. Wu Xiaoliu didn't dare to make a mistake for Li Qi's instructions, so he hurriedly jumped off the stool and ran to the store.

As soon as I entered the hall, I heard all kinds of praises.

"Hmmm--- tsk, delicious, delicious!"

"This stinky tofu is so delicious!"

"Big brother--- that --- you see that my stinky tofu has been eaten, your last piece, if it weren't for the two brothers?"

"Get out! If you dare to rob my stinky tofu, be careful that my brother won't have to do it."

Wu Xiaoliu saw the gobbling up of everyone, and his heart was full of joy, and his face was full of pride, which was undoubtedly revealed.

At this time, a strong man dressed as a butcher ran out of the store with an empty bowl, and smiled at Li Qi: "This little brother, your stinky tofu is really amazing, I haven't eaten such a delicious thing since I'm so old, hehe, can you give me another bowl?" ”

Li Qi smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, our proprietor has ordered, one person is only allowed to buy one, if you still want to eat again, come early tomorrow." ”

The butcher still couldn't finish smashing it a few times, and sighed: "Alas, your proprietor really doesn't know how to do business, if my pork shop has such a good business, even if you want to buy my meat, I am willing." ”

Sweat! Lao Tzu is not a human meat bun, even if you give it to me, I won't want it. Li Qi forced his disgust and smiled apologetically at the butcher.

"Come on, I'd better come back tomorrow." The butcher shook his head, put down the bowl, glanced at the stinky tofu in the oil pot reluctantly, sniffed vigorously, and then left regretfully.

The butcher's words are undoubtedly the best advertisement, and those who haven't eaten it yet, their gluttonous saliva is about to flow all over the place.

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Regarding the issue of updates, because the younger brother has been too busy with work recently, there is no guarantee of two chapters a day at present, but one chapter will definitely be updated between two and three o'clock at noon.

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