Li Jicai walked to the table to smooth out the folds of his clothes, combed his hair, and then said to them with a solemn face: "My stewed pot has been made, I taste it myself and think it is very good." Next, I will ask you to help me taste it and see if it tastes good. If it's delicious, I'll take it out and sell it, and if it's not delicious, I'll call it back and make it again. ”

Of course, this taste can only be sure that it can be served after dozens of attempts, and if it is just ordinary rough craftsmanship, she will never be able to serve it.

So during this time, I spent a lot of food and made some defective products, but these defective products were eaten by herself, and she didn't take them out for others to eat, just to keep a sense of freshness.

Of course, they didn't smell the taste of her cooking, and they probably could guess that the stewed pot she made was a bit heavy, and it was true that compared with the light taste of the Chu people, it might not be very dominant, but there was no need to worry, anyway, as long as the dishes in the world were delicious, they could have a corresponding market.

Mrs. Fan looked at the dishes made by Li Jicai, and did not move the chopsticks in a hurry, but stared at her and said, "Do you know the food of this foreigner." How could the people of Chu accept it? ”

She had already said it very tactfully, not only that it was not possible, but it was completely resistant, and she did it as if she were buying shoes in a place where she didn't wear them.

It's a sure thing to lose money, but do you want to do it too? The old lady was actually very hesitant in her heart, thinking that maybe Li Jicai would give up such food, which was made with raw materials from her hometown.

But in her selfish heart, she has hope, she can really make it and be accepted by others, but if it really doesn't work, she doesn't force it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't accept it, try it first, it's been hard for a long time, I've been in the kitchen, and I've wasted a lot of materials, it's a pity, but it's finally made. Taste it, it won't taste good when it's cold. ”

Li Jiye glanced at her and complained: "You always say try it, then you lift the lid!" ”

Li Jicai glared at Li Jiye: "Are you sitting here for so long to stretch out your hands and open your mouth?" Won't you reach out and open the lid yourself? ”

Li Jiye was not convinced and wanted to go back, but he really couldn't hide his desire for the stewed pot, so he stood up by himself and reached out to lift the lid, but was slapped by Li Jicai.

You Li Jiye said angrily: "Didn't you ask me to open the lid?" Why did you slap my hand away again? Don't let people see it? Still let people eat it? ”

And Li Jicai shook his head, not that she didn't open it for him, but that the lid of the pot was too hot, and his hands were going to be burned off as soon as he peeled it. At this time, the kung fu of speaking, the stewed pot is just not in a hurry.

Li Jicai took the wet rag on the table and put it on the lid, and then opened the lid and put it aside.

A strange fragrance immediately permeated the surroundings, and everyone unconsciously took a deep breath, and then exhaled vigorously.

It smells so good on the outside, isn't it?

The expression on Old Lady Fan's face was a little complicated.

Because the things made by Li Jicai smell like the aroma of those materials, but they don't seem to smell the same as those in his hometown.

The contents of the jar are bright in color and fragrant, and there are vegetables and pieces of meat that can be seen, probably chicken, and there are many chopped peppers and star anise, and some other spices on the side.

Just looking at it in my mouth makes me drool.

The tempting aroma forced them to swallow and swallow. The hand has already unconsciously touched the chopsticks.

Li Jicai saw the two of them looking a little stunned, and felt funny and a little proud.

The reason why she came to work at that store in the first place was that she felt that it smelled so good when she passed by.

But what she did here was many times worse than what she has now.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it's delicious.

Li Jicai pushed the jar to the center, then pursed his lips and smiled and said, "Why do you want me to help you pick up vegetables?" ”

Li Jiye took the lead, but Mrs. Fan was a step slower and didn't move.

So Li Jicai took a piece of chicken with chopsticks, sandwiched some vegetables, put it in a small bowl, and then handed it to Mrs. Fan.

Mrs. Fan hesitantly stretched out her hand to take it, then sat down, staring at the dishes inside in a daze.

Still no chopsticks.

Because, she doesn't know how many years she hasn't eaten, the food made from the seeds brought from her hometown and the things she grows, every time she thinks about it, it hurts her heart.

It is difficult to return to the hometown, and the hometown can no longer be returned.

Li Jiye took the lead and put it in his mouth, and then called ah, wow. It's hot, it's so hot, I almost didn't burn my tongue out.

But he didn't bother to spit out the chicken pieces that he put in his mouth.

That's right, this time Li Jicai made chicken stew.

Selected chicken, already stewed. The entrance is full of fresh fragrance, soft and smooth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

The senses of taste and smell in all aspects of human taste and smell have been greatly stimulated and enjoyed.

At first, it was a little sweet, and the rich sauce was very salty, but after it slid into my throat, it felt slightly spicy, and then the whole person began to get hot.

If this is eaten in the cold winter wax moon, Li Jiye feels that he can keep warm from the cold.

After a piece of chicken belly, the lips and tongue began to numb slightly, making people swallow saliva unconsciously, making a slight sound that was a little spicy, numb and spicy, but at the beginning it was obviously sweet, salty and fresh.

Mrs. Fan ate it, but she burst into tears. After a piece of chicken is eaten, I only feel like I am back to my hometown.

It's not that the food made by Li Jicai is similar to the food of her hometown, but this kind of spicy feeling has not been experienced for a long time.

Li Jicai couldn't help but be shocked when she saw Mrs. Fan's appearance, what's wrong? Is the food she makes so bad that it makes people cry? Or is it not in line with Mrs. Fan's taste?

But she felt that it was still acceptable when she ate it, and she had already put a small amount of chili peppers, very few peppercorns, and very few condiments just to cater to the taste of the Chu people.

Mrs. Fan sniffed her nose, then wiped her tears with her hand and shook her head, but a smile bloomed on her face. She was very touched, very touched to be able to be late again with such food, I don't know how many years I haven't eaten such a thing.

Or she was so excited that she couldn't suppress it, and after taking several deep breaths, she said it was delicious, really delicious.

Li Jicai was beside her, looking at Mrs. Fan in a daze, she didn't know if she had accidentally touched the old lady somewhere, so she shed tears when she was so emotionally uncontrollable.

You must know that in normal times, Mrs. Fan has always been serious and does not reveal any emotions easily.

Li Jicai sandwiched a few more pieces of chicken and a few more vegetables into Li Jiye's bowl.

The excited Li Jiye said vaguely: "It's delicious, it's really delicious, I said sister, you can take out this dish and sell it, really." If I were I, I'd definitely eat this every day, and I wouldn't get bored. ”

Li Jicai walked to Mrs. Fan's side, then squatted down, gently wiped Mrs. Fan's tears, and didn't forget to glare at Li Jiye, didn't you see that her mother-in-law was sad now? And to say this kind of hippie smiley words.

But Mrs. Fan quickly reacted, wiped the tears from her face and immediately straightened her face, and then nodded approvingly and said, "What Sayoko said is right. You can really take this out and sell it.

I also agree, whether you lose money or not, you can take it out and do it, whatever you want, the mother-in-law will take it out to you, and you can sell it. Let's sell it in this southern city. ”

Even if it is a loss-making business, there will always be people who will recognize this fragrance and remember the taste of their hometown. ”

It was she who was able to find her hometown. That's a bonus. At least that's what she thought.

"Okay, since my mother-in-law said it was delicious, then I will follow this method, and tomorrow I will carry the burden to the street to sell, how does my mother-in-law think such vegetables should be sold and how much will I charge?

To be honest, I still have a little lack of management now, and I still need my mother-in-law to help give me advice. ”

The old lady nodded in recognition of Li Jicai's words, and then she pursed her lips.

After thinking for a while, he raised his head, looked at Li Jicai seriously with slightly reddened eyes and said, "Thirty Wen." ”

When Li Jicai heard this, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Osmanthus red bean Lantern Festival is only five cents a bowl. It's eightfold all at once, is it really okay?

But the old lady could naturally see Li Jicai's worries. She sighed softly and said, "If you sell too cheaply, people will think that it is cheap and not good, and the taste is average, and only a little special aroma is not enough to attract those people." Therefore, it is also appropriate to raise the price to attract the attention of others, and this will be able to sell. ”

Li Jicai thought about it and felt that what her mother-in-law said also made some sense, so she nodded happily and approvingly.

Thirty dollars is thirty dollars. Then sell it. Whether you can sell it or not, you have to try. What if?

With the help, encouragement and support of Mrs. Fan, Li Jicai finally took the first step, but she was not ready to take out the things in the jar directly and sell them, but just covered them and then sandwiched a small crack.

The vegetables are still sold normally, and they come back after selling the vegetables every day, walking the streets and alleys, people ask her what the things in the jar on her right are, she just smiles and doesn't say a word.

For three or five days in a row, she has been selling vegetables alone, and the things in the jar on the right are not taken out to sell, just pressing a small crack every day, waiting for the fragrance to slowly drift on the street, and then going to walk over with a burden in a leisurely manner, smiling, and not answering people's questions.

In this way, under the curiosity of many people, Li Jicai hung people's appetites like this. She thought that in a few days, she would reveal the real secrets of the altar.