"Sauce is the essence, Dad, besides, I plan to sell it separately, if the customer thinks the dipping sauce tastes good, then buy an extra spoonful of sauce, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it, let's bring it back and steam the sauce beans to eat." By the way, Dad, I will bring all the cut bamboo tubes for a while, and serve pork skin jelly to the guests. ”

Lan Erlang nodded, but he was reluctant to move, he wanted to see what such a delicious pork skin jelly tasted like when dipped in sauce!

As soon as Lan Xiaoqing adjusted the sauce, Lan Erlang cautiously asked, "Can I try another piece?" ”

"Of course! Dad, give me some advice, is it salty or light? Is it spicy or not? Is it sour or not? ”

Lan Erlang couldn't wait to dip the sauce and taste a piece: "It's not salty, it's not light, it's not spicy or sour, it's very fragrant when you put sesame oil!" No wonder sesame oil sells so expensive, much more expensive than rapeseed oil! ”

"It's okay, I just put a few drops, it's delicious!" Lan Xiaoqing said, and she tasted a piece of it herself.

In the end, Lan Xiaoqing also gave the pork skin jelly a makeover and gave it a high-end and atmospheric name, called 'White Jade Crystal Jelly', which is absolutely in line with the appearance of this dish, not to mention the raw materials.

In order to prevent the pig skin jelly from melting by heat, Lan Xiaoqing deliberately laid a layer of washed pebbles under the clay pot, poured a shallow layer of cold water, and then spread the pig skin jelly on the upper layer to keep it cool.

After doing all this, the father and daughter began to go to town. On the way, someone asked where they were, and Lan Erlang said that he was going to the town to sell books according to Lan Xiaoqing.

When the people in the village heard this, they all felt that the sun was coming out in the west, and Lan Erlang actually gave up the scientific examination! But most people think that this is a wise move, everyone is born in mud legs, unlike Mu Xiucai, who was born to study, so he should farm well to support his family.

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There is a small mobile market at the entrance of the town, where you can set up stalls and do small business without affecting traffic.

However, most of the stalls there sell breakfast and tea, because most of the people who enter and leave the city gate are in a hurry, spending money just to quench their thirst, even if the crystal pork skin jelly is delicious and beautiful, others would rather spend a penny to buy a filling than a big cake to eat.

So Lan Xiaoqing took Lan Erlang straight to the largest restaurant in the town, this restaurant has two floors, and there are more than a dozen tables in the hall, and when Lan Xiaoqing went, there were already about five or six tables of people.

As soon as the father and daughter entered, the second child who ran the hall came over to greet them: "Come objectively, please here, what do you two eat?" ”

Lan Erlang hurriedly took a step back: "No, no, no, we're not."

Seeing this, Lan Xiaoqing hurriedly pulled Lan Erlang, pulled him to find a table in the most lively place and sat down, and said to Xiao Er: "Let's sit here, what kind of dishes do you have here to introduce to me and my father." ”

As soon as the shopkeeper heard that this was a father and daughter, he thought that the one who was in charge should be the father, so he sang the names of the dishes in the store to Lan Erlang.

In ancient times, there were not many literate people, and it was very likely that the shopkeeper in this hall was illiterate, so there was no menu, and all the names of the dishes were sung by the shopkeeper.

Singing is also good at singing, and the bland name of the dish seems to come to life when the clever mouth of the shopkeeper sings, which makes people want to eat.

But Lan Xiaoqing didn't buy any of them, so she asked for two bowls of Yangchun noodles. The shopkeeper is not dissatisfied, his house is the largest restaurant in the town, even Yangchun noodles are more expensive than others, and he earns more.

As soon as the shopkeeper left, Lan Erlang's expression collapsed, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Qingqing...... We're here to sell food, not to buy something to eat. Can... Don't spend money? ”