When Tian Xinmiao returned home, Wu had already anxiously looked back and forth at the door several times.

"Xinmiao, why did you come back, did you get lost or did something happen?"

"Mother, father, it's nothing, I just went to the vegetable market there to see if I could do some small business."

"What, you want to do business? There are no fruit trees except for the vegetable sellers, which seem to be selling some home-grown fruits and the like, but there are no other fruit trees in our house except the apple tree in the back field and the walnut tree in the yard. ”

Ruan Yongsheng's brows furrowed slightly, in the early years, he was busy making furniture to earn money, and he didn't think about planting more fruit trees.

Now that I think about it, I should plant a few of them, and when the fruit comes down, I can exchange it for some money.

"Dad, what I want to sell is a fresh food, but I don't know if I can sell it."

"Eating? Xinmiao, what kind of food do you want to sell? Wu couldn't help but ask with some concern.

She remembers that there seemed to be sellers of steamed buns and braised pork, and the reason why the steamed buns could be sold was because the workers didn't care about making them themselves.

As for the braised pork, it's just a freshness, and it seems that the business of that house is not too good.

"Mother, I'll make it tonight, you and Dad will taste it first and see if we can sell it."

The time was not early, Tian Xinmiao and Wu came to the kitchen together.

Tian Xinmiao first washed a few potatoes brought by Tian Xinzhuang, then chopped them into crumbs, put them in a basin of water and rubbed them vigorously until almost all the artichoke crumbs disappeared.

Although Wu didn't know why, he still spontaneously helped Tian Xinmiao knead the artichoke crumbs.

In order to make the finished product look translucent, she still strained the starch paste with a colander.

Tian Xinmiao put aside the porcelain basin containing the starch paste and let it settle slowly, while she stirred some white batter in another small porcelain basin.

"Mother, we won't cook tonight, I'll make some cold skin, add fried cold powder, make do with it!"

"Stuffed skin?"

When there is a temple fair in the village, there will be a person in the opposite village who walks through the streets and alleys to sell cool skins to set up a stall.

She took Ruan Haoyan to eat it once, that thing was quite delicious, but it was a little expensive, could it be that that Xinmiao wanted to sell?

Also What is fried jelly?

Seeing the puzzled look on Wu's face, Tian Xinmiao smiled at her and said, "Mother, this cool skin and cold powder are not sold here in us, but they must be available in the county and provincial capitals, so they are not fresh." ”

The workers of the ferroalloy factory must have seen much more than the people in the village, so they may not be able to sell.

But fried jelly is not yet available in this era, so she wants to try to see if she can appreciate the value of the artichoke through fried jelly.

"Oh, Liangpi is also sold here, maybe it's too expensive, so when the person from Fuxing Village opposite comes to sell it, few people buy it."

Tian Xinmiao knew in his heart that it was because everyone had no money in their hands.

However, this high burden cold skin is good, if it is washed, few people buy cold skin, it is cumbersome!

Wu helped to light the fire, and Tian Xinmiao first steamed the cool skin in a porcelain basin.

Then she poured out part of the water on the surface of the artichoke starch paste, controlled the consistency, and beat the cold powder.

At this time, Ruan Haoyan just entered the door, and Tian Xinmiao asked her to take five cents to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy a pack of chili noodles.

Hearing that there was delicious food, Ruan Haoyan rushed out of the door.

After the jelly cooled, Tian Xinmiao cut half and kept half of it.

Then, in less than ten minutes, half a pot of fragrant fried cold noodles came out of the pot.