"That's what I mean."

Unexpectedly, Xie Yinan understands his mind so well, can it be said that this is called a little bit of understanding?

"Then you wait for me here for a while, I'll come when I go, it shouldn't take too long." Song Leshan Road.

"Okay." Xie Yinan nodded and pointed to the tea shed next to him: "I'll drink a bowl of tea here." ”

After that, he found a bench in the tea shed and sat down, and watched Song Leshan enter the door of Shilixiang.

"What do you want to order, pig's head meat, elbows, roast chicken, all just out of the pot, look at the two of them are raw faces, it is estimated that it is the first time to come back and we will buy lo-mei in ten miles, we can also taste it first and then buy it here, what do you want, I'll cut a little for you, taste it first?" When the guy in the shop saw Song Leshan coming in, he enthusiastically responded.

"Little brother, we don't want to buy lo-mei, but we want you to taste the lo-mei I made." Song Leshan took out the pig's head meat he had wrapped and handed it to the guy.

"This ......" the guy suddenly came to his senses: "You want to sell us the braised pork recipe." ”

"Exactly." Song Leshan nodded.

"Then you may have found the wrong place, our stewed pork is famous far and wide, and it has been passed down for two generations, and the whole county can't find a second more delicious lo-mei than ours."

The implication is that the lo-mei brought by Song Leshan will definitely not be as delicious as the ten miles of incense they sell, which can be regarded as a polite rejection of him.

Song Leshan was not discouraged, and only smiled: "Little brother, do you want to taste it first?" If it's not delicious, it's just that I've never been here, and if it's delicious, let's talk about something else. It's just delicious or not, you taste a bite of pig's head meat, and you won't suffer, right? ”

Open the shop, welcome the east, west, north and south customers, that must be a smile, no matter what kind of guests, you have to deal with it well, so as not to provoke the villain, miss the business of the shop.

The guy knew this very well, and even if he was a little reluctant, he smiled and handed over the knife used to cut the meat: "But you can cut a piece for me, and I will taste it." ”

Looking at the color of the pig's head meat, I guess that even if it is not as delicious as the stewed pig's head meat with ten miles of incense, it should be edible.

It's just the same as what the person in front of you said, this eating a piece of meat is earning a piece of meat, and you don't suffer a loss, why don't you taste it?

With this in mind, the guy took the thin slice of pig's head meat cut by Song Leshan and put it in his mouth.

After chewing a few times, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he swallowed the piece of meat, and only said to Song Leshan: "Can you cut another slice for me to taste?" ”

Song Leshan handed over another piece.

The guy swallowed again, his brow furrowed even tighter: "Huh? ”

Seeing this, Song Leshan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "How does the little brother feel about it?" ”

"Wait a minute." The guy hurriedly turned around and walked inside, still not forgetting to tell Song Leshan: "Wait a minute, right away, I'll be back right away, don't leave yet." ”

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain next to him and shouted: "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, come out quickly." ”

"What's the matter, it's in a hurry." Sun Dezhou walked in: "What's the matter, I'm so anxious to shout." ”

"The shopkeeper, someone came outside, saying that he wanted to sell lo-mei recipes." Dude straight.

"Come to my Shili Xiang to sell lo-mei recipes? Didn't this man get kicked in the head by a donkey? Sun Dezhou said with a haha.

"I originally thought so, but the man brought me a piece of braised pig's head meat to taste, and I tasted it, and this pig's head meat is really not bad."

The man said, "To put it mildly, I did taste it, this pig's head meat is better than the ones sold in our store." ”

"Oh?" Sun Dezhou suddenly became interested: "Is there anyone else who can make pork head meat that is more delicious than what I make?" Then I thought I'd go and see it. ”

"Shopkeeper, go and take a look, I'm afraid if it's too late, this person will leave." While talking, the guy pulled Sun Dezhou to run in front of the counter.

"This is the shopkeeper of our Shilixiang, and the shopkeeper also wants to taste it." The guy introduced.

"Under the surname Sun, I heard the guy say that the pig's head meat tastes good." Sun Dezhou said.

"Shopkeeper Sun, please." Song Leshan cut a piece again.

Sun Dezhou took the entrance, and also twisted his eyebrows and chewed carefully like a young man, and swallowed it after a long time, looking at Song Leshan with a solemn and very surprised face: "Dare to ask who the ancestor is?" ”

"Shopkeeper Sun is serious, I'm just a farmer, and my father and mother are ordinary people." Song Leshan explained.

"Don't be surprised, just because this braised pig's head meat tastes really good, and I have had the pleasure of eating food in a lo-mei restaurant in Beijing, it is said that the ancestor of that shop is the imperial kitchen, and the lo-mei made is only for the relatives and nobles in the capital, which is very rare for ordinary people. And your pig's head meat is eight points similar to the lo-mei. Sun Dezhou said.

"It's about a coincidence, I'm from Orion, and I often eat meat on the mountains on weekdays, and I think the stew on weekdays is really bland and tasteless, so I worked hard to develop this recipe."

Song Leshan continued: "It's not a secret, this pig's head meat is not completely made according to the recipe, just because there are no things in the remote town, and some of them have not been bought. ”

"Well, yes, I'm an expert, just say this to you, even if you don't look at it, you know that it must be a good one." Sun Dezhou nodded again and again: "Since you sell braised pork recipes, then tell me, how much do you plan to sell this braised pork recipes?" ”

Song Leshan drooped his eyelids.

Although he can write this recipe, it is indeed a good recipe, but he does not know the market price of this recipe, and he does not know how much it costs.

"How much money is the shopkeeper going to give?" Song Leshan did not answer the rhetorical question.

If you don't know, you can only throw stones and ask for directions.

"Ordinary recipes, the market is only about thirty taels, your recipe is really good, then I will add double the price to you."

Sun Dezhou spread out his palms: "Sixty, oh no, it's eighty taels of silver, what do you think?" ”

An ordinary farmer only has six or seven taels of silver a year, and one recipe is the income of a farmer for ten years, Sun Dezhou feels that it is almost enough for the hunter in front of him who claims to be a farmer.

"One hundred taels." Song Leshan gave a price very simply: "The shopkeeper also said that my recipe is excellent, and the price of one hundred taels, I think it's okay." ”

One hundred taels.

Sun Dezhou lowered his head and thought for a moment, the net profit of Shilixiang in a year is only more than 100, and he will exchange the profit for almost a year......