The woman was watching the situation while making the cakes.

And the two people who were eating, the head of dysentery and another man who looked like a woodcutter did not leave after eating.

It is the traditional virtue of the Chinese people to watch the excitement, and they are also very curious about how this daughter of Lord Zhao made Rou Niang sell sixteen more baked cakes, will it be as unreliable as Lord Zhao's investigation of the case?

They ate two baked cakes for breakfast, and eating too much for breakfast will affect the morning's labor, who will buy an extra baked cake to eat pickles to support themselves?

Rou Niang carried a large wooden bucket in one hand, went to the well not far away and twisted two buckets of water with a wheel, and carried a bucket in one hand, a bucket of water had to be fifty or sixty catties, and the two buckets added up to more than a hundred catties.

Put down the bucket, Rou Niang's two big copper bell-like eyes stared at the cauldron, when she saw the first bubble coming out, she quickly poured a large pot of pickles into the pot, took a large wooden ladle and stirred it quickly, and after stirring thoroughly, quickly scooped the pickles into a large wooden barrel with an iron colander.

The well water of the wooden barrel has been poured into the water tank by Rou Niang in advance, and the pickles have not overflowed into the wooden barrel.

"And then?" Rou Niang asked Zhao Shuang in a bold voice.

Zhao Shuang said: "Soak for a minute." ”

Rou Niang: "How long is one minute?" ”

Well, in ancient times, there was no timekeeping method for hours and seconds, Zhao Shuang said: "You count sixty times at a uniform speed, and then take it out and drain it." ”

"One, two, three......" Rou Niang began to count, and after counting to sixty, she scooped the pickles into a basket and drained the water.

Not only were the two men who ate inexplicable, but even the women who made a living by cooking were speechless, and they only regretted that their bowl of pickles was stained with raw water and less salt, and they were afraid that they couldn't put it down, but fortunately, now that the weather is cold, they can still be sold for a few days before they are rancid.

If Zhao Shuang was not Lord Zhao's daughter, she would have stopped her daughter from listening to Zhao Shuang's nonsense, where could the pickles be boiled in boiling water?

Zhao Shuang estimated the time, and after about a quarter of an hour, the pickles basically stopped falling into the water, and let Rou Niang put them into the crockpot of pickles again, and put vinegar, soy sauce and sesame oil.

During this period, a few more people who ate came, and after listening to the story of dysentery, they all stayed to watch the excitement.

Seeing that Rou Niang was almost stirred, Zhao Shuang said, "Okay, so you can eat it, bring me a pickle." ”

Rou Niang used a little spy to give Zhao Shuang a dish and sent it to her.

Zhao Shuang took a pickle and put it in his mouth, chewed it with a click, and gave a delicious value of 0.0001. Yes, Rou Niang's qualifications, it is a full score to be able to rework the finished pickles like this, mainly thanks to Rou Niang's strength, she can immediately execute it at the time indicated by Xue Cheng.

Zhao Shuang started to eat with small pickles, and Rou Niang's mother was afraid that her tofu brain would be cold, so she added some warmth to the pot.

After eating the small pickles with a delicious value of 0.0001, the effect is obvious, and the most obvious thing is that Zhao Shuang vaguely felt the smell and taste, just like a drop of water seeping out of a huge river dam, and a trace of breath leaked from the confined space.

This shows that Zhao Shuang's thinking is right, by tasting more delicious food and accumulating delicious value, she can restore her sense of taste and smell, and increase various body functions.

Everyone watched from the side: "Miss Shuang'er, how does it taste?" ”

Zhao Shuang said: "You don't know if you taste it yourself." By the way, Rou Niang, these pickles can't be eaten by guests in the future, buy a baked cake to send a small plate of pickles. ”

"Got it." Rou Niang agreed, and she took a chopstick and tasted it.

Rou Niang poked a chopstick into her mouth and squeaked it, then poked another chopstick, crunched, and poked another chopstick...... Regardless of the stares of a group of people, the chopsticks are getting faster and faster.

Rou Niang's mother knew her daughter too well, so she twisted her daughter's ear and said, "Don't eat it, stop it!" ”

"Crunch crunch......" Rou Niang said while chewing: "Mother, you said that I am not allowed to eat nests, steamed buns, and baked cakes, but I didn't say that pickles are not allowed to be eaten casually...... Crunch...... "Said and poked the chopsticks again.

Rou Niang's mother naturally does not have the strength of her daughter, and she can't stop it by her strength, but her daughter listened to her words, and immediately said: "I didn't say before that pickles are not allowed to be eaten casually, and from now on, pickles are not allowed to be eaten casually. ”

Bang-the order is forbidden, the chopsticks in Rou Niang's hand stopped, but a pair of big eyes like copper bells stared at the pickle jar, and saliva flowed down.

Rou Niangniang picked up the chopsticks used by Rou Niang, poked a chopstick and sent it to her mouth, the touch has a trace of tenderness, after biting down the teeth, it is crisp and raw, there is a trace of sweetness, salty, sweet, fresh, slightly sour, refreshing, crispy.

Rou Niang's mother didn't expect that a bite of pickles could be so delicious, it was simply better than anything she had eaten when she cooked for the rich man's family!

She didn't think much about it at all, she just ate the second and third bites, and she was usually very tolerant of the temptation of food, so she ate several bites in succession.

Rou Niang drooled next to her and said, "Mother, you don't let me eat, how many bites have you eaten?" ”

Only then did my mother find out that she had eaten a few big bites, how many baked cakes could be sold, it was really uncompromising! The mother scolded herself fiercely in her heart, but said in her mouth: "It's so delicious, I can't help it." Rou Niang, quick, I bought the baked cake and haven't sent a pickle yet. She knew very well that with this plate of pickles, today's baked cakes would sell well.

Because Rou Niang had just processed the pickles according to Zhao Shuang's method, and the later guests had not yet delivered the pickles, Rou Niang was very reluctant, but obediently filled the pickles with Little Butterfly for a few people.

The first person to eat pickles was Mr. Guo from Chengdong, Mr. Guo is a teacher in a private school, because he passed the government examination in his early years and was a child, so most of the people with a little money in the county will send their children to his private school for enlightenment. He has more money than ordinary people, and his wife is lazy, so Mr. Guo often goes out for breakfast.

He got up late today, and the stall where he usually had breakfast no longer had tofu brains, so he walked a few more steps to Rou Niang's stall to eat. In fact, the tofu brain made by Rou Niang's mother-in-law Bai Cuiqing has never been as delicious as that one.

In front of everyone's eyes, Mr. Guo picked up a pickle, and was very disdainful in his heart, a pickle is just a chew, where can it be delicious?

"Click-" A crunch sound came out of his mouth, and at the same time, it completely shattered his stereotype of pickles.

Click--The sound of chewing pickles continued to come out of his mouth, and he didn't care about eating the baked cakes and tofu brains, and a small plate of pickles was at the bottom.