Ye Qing is an authentic foodie, and he is naturally indispensable where he has food, and he has always coveted the deliciousness of Du Mei's cooking, so he naturally wants to follow this time. Niu Er and Black Jiaolong were hindered by their age, so they had to sit patiently in the cabin.

In the cabin of the ship, which temporarily serves as a galley, a middle-aged man forty miles away is chopping vegetables. A pot of chicken soup next to him was boiling fragrantly, and he looked up and saw that Shopkeeper He led two strangers in, and he didn't speak, but buried himself in his work.

"Ah Xiang, leave the young owner's food to this girl today, you just have to give her a hand." Shopkeeper He patted him on the shoulder.

"Whoa." When Ah Xiang heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he resignedly agreed.

Du Mei looked around the kitchen, because of Song Jiu's poor appetite, although they were temporarily living on the boat, the food was richer and fresher than the food prepared by ordinary people.

"How's that? If there is anything missing, I will immediately send someone to buy it. By the way, there are a few fish in the stern nets. Shopkeeper He was afraid that there would not be enough ingredients, so he asked carefully.

"That's enough." Du Mei saw two dusty jars under the table, and when he opened them, they were actually a jar of pickled cowpeas and a jar of sour radish.

"Miss Meizi, I'm sorry to trouble you to cook. It's almost lunchtime, why don't I let Ah Xiang make more, and you can stay and eat with us?" Shopkeeper He said a little sneeringly.

"Okay. Master Ah Xiang, let's go catch a fish. Du Mei smiled, he likes to cook, and he doesn't think it's a chore.

Du Mei chose a big mullet in the fishing net, and she decided to make a sour soup fish for Song Jiu. The work of killing the fish is left to Ah Xiang, and she begins to prepare the ingredients.

Wash the tomatoes and cut them into cubes, cut off the sour cowpeas, slice the sour radish, winter melon, mushrooms and potatoes into slices, and soak them in cold water for later use.

Ah Xiang's hands and feet are very nimble, and he slices the fish meat according to Du Mei's instructions, and chops the fish bones and fish heads into large pieces.

Du Mei slices the fish into thin slices, marinates it in a small bowl with egg whites, shochu, and salt. Heat the pan with cold oil, fry the ginger slices and green onions, fry the fish bones and fish heads, and scoop the chicken broth into the fish pot.

With a "la" sound, a lot of water vapor rose in the pot, followed by a boiling sound of "gurgling", and a pot of soup as white as milk was boiling.

Du Mei added a few pieces of charcoal to the stove, pressed the fire, and let the fish soup boil on a low heat.

In a separate pot, sauté the tomatoes until they melt into a thick red sauce. At this time, the umami of the fish bones has been completely stimulated, Du Mei poured the tomato sauce and sour cowpeas, sour radish, and winter melon slices into it, and the pot was suddenly red and bright, which was very beautiful.

The newly added charcoal burned enthusiastically, and the bright yellow flame happily licked the bottom of the pot, and the pot boiled again, and the large splash of water was rolling, and the rich fresh and sour smell came to the nose.

Du Mei spread the marinated fish fillets in a pot one by one, sprinkled with sesame coriander and chopped green onions, and poured a spoonful of hot oil on it. The mellow of chicken broth, the freshness of fish, and the acidity of tomato and sauerkraut are perfectly blended together and mouth-watering.

Ah Xiang was originally a boatman, and he could only cook some simple home-cooked food, and they did not come out by water to sell grain once or twice, but this time because of the young owner and the boat, they paid a lot more attention to eating and drinking. But this also stumped him, he can make coarse tea and light rice, but he really can't make fine and delicious food.

Ye Qing couldn't wait, he helped

Ah Xiang brought the dishes he had cooked to the table, distributed the dishes and chopsticks of several people, left a place on the table, and put a rag on it.

Ah Xiang brought up the pot for cooking sour soup fish, and before leaving, he opened the lid of the pot and took it away.

Shopkeeper He invited Ye Qing, Niu Er and Hei Jiaolong to the table, he just wanted to invite Song Jiu, but saw him sniffing his nose and walked to the table suspiciously.

"What's this burning?" He smelled and watched the red pot float with snow-white fish fillets.

"Sour soup fish, plum craftsmanship is a must, if you eat it, you won't lose it." Ye Qing quipped.

"Really?" Song Jiu was skeptical, and for the first time he had the feeling of wanting to eat.

"You'll know if you taste it." When the shopkeeper saw that there was a door, he handed over the chopsticks with both hands and deliberately put him in the army.

"I'll eat a piece." Song Jiu picked up a piece of snow-white fish meat, Although the fish meat was as thin as paper, it was full of elasticity, and it trembled lightly on the chopsticks, but it did not break.

Song Jiu sent the fish meat into his mouth, it was fragrant and sour, smooth ~ moist and delicate, and the mullet had few bones, Song Jiu took a few bites and couldn't wait to swallow it.

The sour taste is mellow, appetizing and refreshing, Song Jiu ate several slices in a row, and his lips and teeth were full of the fresh fragrance of fish.

"It's delicious." Ye Qing looked at it with a blank eye, he also wanted to eat, but thinking that Du Mei was recovering from his illness, it was not easy to cook a meal, so he had to give up.

"This tastes so good." Song Jiu was sweating on his forehead from eating, he hadn't had such an appetite for a long time.

"I really didn't expect that this pot of soup would be more effective than taking medicine." Shopkeeper He watched Song Jiu feasting, and couldn't help wiping the corners of his eyes.

"Because of the spleen and stomach of the young owner, I only made sour soup fish fillet, and when it is better in the future, I can also make sour soup beef, and the bottom soup can also be changed, if you add chili pepper, it is sour and spicy, if you add spicy, it will become spicy sour soup." Meizi came out with a plate of stir-fried lotus root slices.

"Thank you, Meizi, sit down, and let Ah Xiang do the rest." Seeing that Du Mei was sweating profusely, Shopkeeper He said a little guiltily.

"It's okay, just have a pot of meat." Du Mei smiled and turned back to the kitchen.

When the plums were served, a group of people were eating lively, and Song Jiugang had a little appetite, but he was afraid that he would eat too much and would not be used. Du Mei beckoned everyone to try it together. After a while, only red-hot soup was left in the pot.

Ye Qing scooped a spoonful of soup and drank it, smashing his mouth with a sigh of relief: "If there is another pot, I can eat it." ”

"Later, I'll add some more vegetables, don't waste this pot of soup." Du Mei said, and asked Ah Xiang to go to the kitchen with the pot.

Mushroom slices, potato slices, tofu skins, Du Mei poured these ingredients into the pot and stewed.

These three ingredients are tasteless in themselves, and their biggest advantage is that they can absorb the flavor of the soup and blend it into themselves, making people eat a kaleidoscopic taste.

Song Jiu ate a lot of this pot on the table, he especially likes tofu skin, full of soup, but still retains the fragrance of tofu.

A table of meals, the guests and hosts enjoyed each other, and warmed up with each other. Song Jiu was even more sweaty, but he was refreshed. He felt that his whole body was like a cicada in early summer, breaking free from the shackles of its shell and conjuring a pair of wings, light and elegant.

"Meizi, the food you cook is really delicious, it's a pity that these grains are sold, and we have to go back." Song Jiu couldn't help but burp.

"The next time you come, stay in our country, I'll cook a few more days of food for hospitality

You. Du Mei said with a smile.

"Okay, it's a deal." Song Jiu also smiled.

Ah Xiang took the rice bowl, and the shopkeeper He took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and carefully wrote the grain sales contract on the table.

"Do I have to pay a deposit upfront?" Du Mei looked at Shopkeeper He and asked.

"Forget it, I believe you!" Song Jiu didn't wait for the shopkeeper to speak, and grabbed it.

"This?" This made Du Mei a little surprised, and he didn't let it go just now, but now he was generous. Could it be that a meal really has such a peculiar effect?

"Since the young owner said so, let's do it." To be honest, Shopkeeper He is also very optimistic about Du Mei.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Du Mei does not have much cash, and he is afraid that the turnover will not be effective, so he tries not to pressure money.

Both sides signed and pledged, each holding a copy, and Du Mei could be regarded as ordering the grain. According to the agreement, Song Jiu will send grain to the beginning of August, and the price will follow the market.

Because Song Jiu's boat was still moored in Qinghe County, Du Mei and they didn't have a big carriage to pull grain from such a long distance, so it was finally decided that Shopkeeper He would drive the boat directly to Sheshan Town tomorrow, and Du Mei only needed to find a carriage to connect and transport it ashore.

The four of them said goodbye and turned around, Niu Er was familiar with people in Sheshan Town, he went to the town in the afternoon to register, Mei Ji Restaurant is Zhong Yu's question, Du Mei didn't want to change, it was okay to say that it was a grain shop.

The second day came quickly, the grain handover was smooth, the target of 500 stone was too big, and there was no place for Du Mei's house. Niu Er's house has many houses, and it is next to the market, so the rice and wheat are all piled up in Niu Er's house.

Du Mei paid for the guy who bought the rice, and Niu Er and Hei Jiaolong were busy repairing the shop. The people around were curious to inquire, and when they heard that Du Mei had changed to selling grain, they all couldn't close their mouths in shock.

Things are going on in Sheshan Town in an orderly manner, and Du Mei is sorting out the division of work at home. In the past few days, the eldest girl has come when she is free to listen to Du Mei teach her how to do business. The eldest girl recognized a few words, and sold tea alone for a period of time, settling accounts and keeping accounts, and never made a mistake.

The second stunned son also came to Meizi's house every day, and when he knew that Du Mei and Niu Er were partnering to do business, he was panicked, and he was afraid that Du Mei would not let him do things.

The days have a new head, and Niu Er and Black Jiaolong have changed their original appearance. After all the things in the town were busy, they rushed to Du Mei's house to discuss finding a good day to open.

Du Mei didn't want to be too eye-catching, after all, there was still a family in the town, and if she did a big job, she would inevitably attract resentment. She looked at the scrap manuscript and opened it simply and low-key, and only invited those who knew about it to have a meal.

By the time Zhong Yu knew about it, Mei Ji Restaurant had already sold the first bucket of japonica rice. He knew that Meizi had an idea, but he didn't expect his heart to be so big! As an uncle, he can only support silently.

In the eyes of the people of Sheshan Town, the plum restaurant is very special, not only because the boss is a woman, but even the shopkeeper is a woman, and the work is all men. Her japonica rice is soft and glutinous, the price is fair, men, women and children are treated equally, and children are not bullied. As a result, some people soon came, and when the shop was busy, they had to queue up to buy it.

The eldest girl collected money and kept accounts at the counter, Niu Er and Hei Jiaolong were responsible for weighing and selling in the shop, and the two stunned people and eight catties of dog leftovers and King Kong dog eggs, and the five of them were scooping rice in an empty yard of Niu Er's house. Chung Mi is a hard job, if according to the previous temper, the second stunned man would have stopped doing it, and now, he is gritting his teeth and persevering. 2k reading web