Wang looked at Zhou Ziyi with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see her through.

If Zhou Ziyi was just a twelve-year-old girl, she would definitely not be able to hold back. She wasn't, though.

Shaking his head lightly, "It's okay, it's the thing I got back just now, Gu Gongzi said that he seemed to have seen it in the mountains, so he went to find it." ”

Wang frowned, "Just for that thing?" ”

"This thing is good!" Zhou Ziyi said with a smile, "You'll know when it blossoms and bears fruit after a while." ”

All right! Wang didn't understand the brain circuits of these two children very well, so he went back by himself.

Zhou Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking that it wouldn't be long before she might be able to eat tomatoes, Zhou Ziyi's mood improved again.

Because she came back late today, she didn't go to town. After going back to the back room to rest for a while, Zhou Ziyi got up and looked at the pickles that the Wang family had scalded yesterday.

Today it had turned yellow, so she scooped up all the pickles.

The whole family also came over to help, cutting the pickles into thin strips and squeezing out the water.

Then add oil to the pot, add a little Qin pepper and minced ginger, and fry the pickled vegetables in the pot. Because there is already salt, there is no need to put salt.

After the aroma of the pickles is stir-fried, it is ready to be cooked.

Wang and Zhou Changcun both looked at the hot pickles with some surprise, "It turns out that this cabbage can still be eaten like this." ”

"A taste?" Zhou Ziyi slapped a plate and handed it to them,

Just then, the rice stewed in the pot was also cooked. The family ate a beautiful meal on this plate of pickles.

Zhou Zicheng's small belly was filled three times.

"The more you eat, the more you want to eat." Zhou Changcun said.

"That's not it, this pickle also has a name called next meal, that's it, the more you eat, the more you eat!"

After this tasting, the family is full of confidence in the sale of this hot pickle. After eating, I took out the oil paper I had prepared before and packaged it in a half-catty package.

Then tie the cross cotton rope on it, and it looks very quick and neat.

This kind of fried pickled vegetables will definitely not be bad if you eat it for three or five days, and it will definitely be eaten in three or five days.

The next day, Zhou Ziyi and Zhou Ziyue went out together. Because it was the first day to buy pickles, Wang was not at ease and went along.

After the three of them arrived in the town, Zhou Ziyi took out an old bracelet that had been placed there from Piaoxiang Building and placed it in the opposite position across the road.

I'm afraid it won't sell well, so Zhou Ziyi only made thirty packs yesterday.

Twenty packets were placed here, and another ten packets were brought into the Piaoxiang Building, and they were placed in a conspicuous place in front of the lobby.

Everyone was familiar with the furnishings in the lobby, and they were all curious when they saw those oil-paper bags, "This is?" ”

"This is the pickled vegetables in the store, if you don't have enough to eat, you can take some back from here, two pennies a pack."

Before the words fell, the people who came to buy pickles two days ago were busy. "Then you leave me a five-packet, my wife can eat three bowls of rice porridge at a time when she eats this dish."

Because of that man's words, the rest of the people were busy.

"Then leave me a few packs too!"

"I want it too."

Zhou Ziyi hurriedly raised his hand to stop it, "This pickled vegetable is available every day." Don't worry, it's the same to buy it after eating, otherwise if you eat badly, it will be worth the loss! ”

Zhou Ziyi's words were very pertinent, and everyone nodded one after another.

"Then give me two packs first, I have a lot of family."

"Okay!" Zhou Ziyi smiled and went to pack.