Three or four carriages headed in the direction of the east.

Left behind, Xu complained strangely.

Wide Street is so noisy, and the cakes with Chuan are selling faster. Fortunately, the diners were reasonable, and the long column was neatly arranged. As soon as the sky was bright, some people who wanted to go to court and go to school couldn't wait, so they withdrew from the queue.

This retreat is a lifetime of rubbing shoulders with shrimp taro pie...

The diner leaned against the trunk of the tree and "tsk" twice, expressing deep pity.

A hundred cakes, before dawn, Han Chuan was sold out.

The elbow can no longer be raised, Han Chuan's face and back are covered with a thin layer of sweat, as usual after thanking the diners for their support, clean up the food stall and iron crotch, raise his hand to wipe a handful of sweat, and when he opened his eyes, the face of the gentleman who smashed the field first and then wrapped the round, Han Chuan was so frightened that he didn't even react to laughing, "Ouch! Why haven't you left yet! ”

The diner who was called Zhang Saburo by the crowd of onlookers crossed his hands and hugged his chest, his face was very solemn.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time."

Han Chuan lowered his eyebrows and listened carefully, looking so serious, it must be a big deal.

"The shrimp paste is sticky, the taro is sweet and greasy, and the corn is even more distinct, how can there be the effect of filling the soup? The soup dumplings in Suzhou and Hangzhou are filled with soup dumplings because there is gravy in them, and the steamer is easy to get juice when steamed. The gentleman changed his posture, but he didn't change his contemplative expression, "You pancake, there are no ingredients in the filling that are easy to get out of the water, how can there be a burst of pulp?" ”

When Han Chuan heard "you pancake", she thought she was scolding her.

After listening to it, I deeply felt that I was living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Han Chuan followed the train of thought, nodded, squinted and smiled, "Yes!" Guest, why do you think it is? ”

A stalk of stalks.

He wanted to know why, he wouldn't skip the class of the national eunuch!

It's better to pull this little lady to Jing Zhaoyin early in the morning!

Stay here, sooner or later, you will empty out all the wallets of the people in Broad Street!

The gentleman glanced at Han Chuan with an undulating face, and his back molars were a little itchy.

Also.

This is a unique cheat.

Good cooks have their own pedigree, unless they kowtow to the master, no one can expose the unique work at the bottom of the box to outsiders.

He confessed his fate, straightened his cuffs, brushed his sideburns, and was about to reward the girl with a silver ingot, and went to the Guozijian to report, but just raised his feet and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the little girl.

"The guest officer stays."

There was a smile in the girl's tone.

She turned around, only to hear the girl lower her voice, "Pigskin jelly." ”

There was an "ah" sound.

Han Chuan explained in more detail, "Half of the shrimp is chopped, half is cut into pieces, and the cut shrimp is put into the pork skin jelly that has not yet solidified. The pork skin jelly is chilled in a well and formed into cubes, and every pancake has a piece of this pork skin jelly. The pork skin freeze melts when it is heated, and when it is bitten in the mouth, it becomes the 'bursting pulp' in the mouth of the guest officer. ”

The recipe is similar to beef balls in the southeast.

It's just that it's harder.

If the dough is too thin, it is not easy to wrap, and if the dough is too thick, there will be no burst taste, and the flavor will be removed by more than half.

This is extremely demanding for the cook's white case.

He suddenly realized, and even hit the knot, suddenly remembered something, looked around vigilantly, and approached to point at Han Chuan, "Girl, when you go out, you need to have more eyes on everything." If you tell outsiders about your craft and scores, can you still do this business? Said proudly, "That is, tell me Zhang Sanlang, my mouth is as tight as a jar sealed with mud!" ”

Han Chuan pursed his lips and smiled, waving his hand, "Don't be afraid." ”

The little girl suddenly burst out with confidence that she had never felt before, "This is not a craft, this is learned, and there are tens of thousands of recipes, all in my head." If someone else has the ability to reproduce it, then copy it! ”

"Winning or losing on the stove speaks by craftsmanship. If there is anyone in this world who can reproduce the same taste, he will wash his hands and never go to the stove! ”

She was stunned.

If he could have half of this little girl's self-confidence in the entrance examination, his father would not be able to beat him every day.

He hesitated and took out a thumbs up from his sleeve to show his praise.

There is a good-looking little girl on Broad Street who sells 100 cakes every day, and the price is not fixed, as little as five or six yuan, and as much as eleven or twelve yuan, so you have to rush to go at three o'clock in the morning, if you go late, people will close the stall.

I do such a three-quarter hour business a day, and there is a long queue every day, and I have to put someone next to me to hand out number plates.

And he was right.

Han Chuan's business was booming, and there were suddenly several stalls of freshly pancakes in Broad Street.

I made two large stove buckets and two flat-bottomed iron crotches according to the stall with Chuan, and began to sell pancakes.

Some are called fresh, some are called tasters, and some are more excessive, called fresh.

It's just a street of fresh words.

Those who sold rice dumplings shrank at the mouth of the alley.

Diners who couldn't afford to buy "fresh food" and were too lazy to queue up retreated to the next best thing and bought a pancake at another stall.

Han Chuan wiped the sweat on his forehead and didn't take it seriously.

I came to buy cakes every day, because the filling was different every day, and I couldn't guess what the filling was on the second day every day. ”

Han Chuan didn't really want to deal with him.

But given that this is a big customer who can make a round meal in one go, Han Chuan still buried his head in making cakes in the end, and responded, "Look at it, they won't be in business for long." ”

Han Chuan became a prophecy, but on the fifth or sixth day, other shops selling pancakes on the street successively returned to their old jobs.

I didn't figure it out for a long time.

He had bought a family's cakes, and the taste was definitely not as fresh as the season, but if it was an ordinary breakfast, at least it was more comfortable than the flower cake.

Why can't it be done for a long time?

I've asked several times, and it's nothing to ask again.

While Han Chuan was cleaning up the stall, he asked.

Han Chuan thought for a while, and asked him with a smile, "Think about it, what kind of stuffed pancakes are sold at these stalls?" ”

"Liuxian sells shallots and meat pancakes, tastes and sells leek egg pancakes, and sells shredded onion and beef pancakes..."

Han Chuan let out a "hmm" and stopped talking.

I thought about it, I thought about it, I didn't understand it after all.

Han Chuan looked at the squirrel's eyes, and he hated that iron could not become steel, "Ordinary people deal with meat, especially red meat, onions, ginger and garlic are indispensable, otherwise it will be difficult to get rid of the unique fishy smell of meat, right?" ”

He nodded.

Han Chuan raised his chin and gestured, "Look at it, the people who buy breakfast on Broad Street are all from the court and going to school, and if they are doing business, they are probably at the level of the shopkeeper." ”

"This group of people, early in the morning, eat shredded onion pancakes. Do you think people who talk to them face to face can be happy? ”