Five days later, the stinky tofu experiment was successful, and when Wen Rou just took it out, Mother Wen looked at the long hair on the tofu, sniffed it, then covered her nose and raised her head, stared at her with idiotic eyes, and asked, "You cut the Xia Baibu that I married, and spoiled so much tofu, so you made these stinky things?" ”

"yes, it's going to stink." Gentleness took out the tofu from the vat covered with dry straw, lifted the white cloth on it, and nodded: "Fry it again later, mix the marinade and eat." ”

"What! You're going to waste oil to fry this? Mother Wen's eyes widened, and she hurriedly said, "No! If you have a bad stomach, you have to pay for a doctor for you. ”

smiled gently, ignored her, picked up all the stinky tofu by himself, and took it to the kitchen. After a short time, there was a stinky burnt smell wafting out of the kitchen, which was strange to say, it was obviously a disgusting smell, but for some reason, it was a bit appetizing, Wen's mother couldn't help but sniffle, and even Wen Gang, who was in the house, put down his pen and ran out to ask what the smell was, so weird.

When Gentle brought out the fried stinky tofu while it was hot and poured it with the seasoning marinade, Wen Gang couldn't help but take a piece and stuff it into his mouth to eat. The fried stinky tofu just out of the pot was fresh and hot, burning his tongue painfully, but he was reluctant to spit it out, so he had to inhale desperately into his mouth.

Wen Gang ate three pieces of fried stinky tofu in one go, and slightly relieved his slander, feeling that his body was originally a little cold, but then the warmth came, and he shouted: "It's so happy!" "It's so painful and fast.

Mother Wen's eyes widened, her son's movements were too fast, and she didn't have time to stop it, so she saw him continue to bury his head in eating, and said unconsciously worriedly: "Don't eat it, it's so dirty, it hurts for a while!" That being said, she was also a little curious, this stinky thing was really delicious?

Wen Gang, who was watching Wen Gang gobbling up, smiled, and handed the chopsticks to Wen's mother and said, "Try it while it's hot, otherwise he will eat it all." ”

"I don't eat it." The terrible appearance of the long hairy tofu is still in front of her, and Mother Wen, who has lived a poor life all her life, although she sometimes eats some rotten rice and stinky vegetables, is not outrageous enough to eat this kind of stinky tofu!

"Taste! I'll have something to discuss with you later. Gentle couldn't help but say that she stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, ready to go into the kitchen to fry another plate, and brought it to the next door for the old widow and Xiaohuan to taste, took two steps, she turned around, and saw Mother Wen frowning, carefully going to the golden fried stinky tofu in the plate, unconsciously funny again, secretly thinking in her heart, if you really want to do this business, before others eat, don't let him see the stinky tofu that is not fried, and wait until he pays to eat it and then see it, even if she wants to vomit, it is none of her business.

Hey, is she a profiteer?

The old widow and Xiaohuan didn't see the stinky tofu before it was fried, and they were more acceptable, and the plate of stinky tofu that they gently served, at first they smelled the stinky smell and frowned a little, but after tasting it, they were not welcome, and they ate it all by dividing it by two. The old widow ate the last piece with her mouth open, and after tasting it for a while, she was puzzled: "It's strange, such a stinky thing tastes fragrant, and there is a smell of umami." ”

"yes, I'm still a little afraid to eat it." Xiaohuan chuckled: "It's really stinky, before you came over, I smelled it through the wall, and I think it's cooking with stinky shrimp sauce." ”

The gentle fried stinky tofu experiment was successful, there was no problem with the taste, everyone seemed to be able to accept it, and the price of this snack was not much expensive, and it belonged to the food that ordinary people could afford. After discussing with her family, she decided to set up a stall first, anyway, there are not many things to buy, but two small tables, a few benches, and a small oil pot and a small stove, and the cart can be pushed to set up a stall. In addition to some small porcelain plates and bamboo chopsticks, Wen Rou also prepared a number of bamboo skewers and dried lotus leaves, so that diners can skewer stinky tofu on bamboo skewers and eat while walking, or wrap it up and take it home.

It doesn't take much effort to prepare these things, they are all done in two days, and there is no problem with the manpower of the stall, there are many idlers at home, Wen's mother was sent to fry stinky tofu on the stove, and Wen Gang and Wen Gang are collecting money to wash dishes to greet guests, Xiaohuan can't show his head, so he is responsible for making stinky tofu and housework at home.

The division of labor is clear, things are done quickly, and the stall for fried stinky tofu is quickly put out. When I came back from the stall for the first time, I carefully counted the copper coins sold this day, and found that it was only about 400 yuan, and after deducting the cost, the net profit was only more than 100 copper coins, which was not much, just enough for the family's expenses for a day, and it had not been amortized into the monthly rent.

This will not work! The family worked hard all day, but the money earned back was beyond their means! It's impossible to save money. Gently stared at the copper coin on the table, frowning silently.

"Why don't we eat more in the future?" Wen's mother has no ability to make money, and she thinks that it is already very good to have more than 100 yuan a day, but she has always felt that the food at home is too good.

"No! This cannot be saved. Gentle disagreed: "Making money is just to be fed and clothed, and my younger brother and Xiaoxi are growing up again, so it's not okay to eat more." In fact, she herself is still developing, she needs to eat more nutritious things, and as a chef, she is more picky about what she eats than ordinary people, but she doesn't want to eat bran all day long, otherwise, what else is there to do in such a day?

Xiaohuan thought for a while and said: "No one has ever eaten this fried stinky tofu, and when it comes out of the stall for the first time today, I'm afraid that many people don't dare to taste it because they smell it, right?" I think in a few days, more people will come to eat. ”

Wen nodded silently, and took the hairpin to pick the wick for Wen Gang, who was immersed in writing, so that the light would be brighter.

Xiaohuan's words are really right, a week after the stall is put out, the smell of fried stinky tofu can fill the whole street every day, attracting many curious diners, after tasting it, I think it tastes good, and there are many guests who continue to care for it.

A month later, the smell of fried stinky tofu has become an indispensable part of the street scene, and the gentle calculation has made a net profit of nine hangs, deducting food, rent and other odd expenses, and can save three or four hangs, although it is not much, but it makes her see the hope of the future, and she has a little more longing for a better life in her heart.

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Merry Christmas~