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Although Lin's skills in making pickles are not bad, but what the situation in the capital is has not yet been figured out, if you directly rent a small courtyard of twenty taels of silver, plus other expenses such as deposits, I am afraid that it will not take long for the one hundred taels of silver to be consumed.

After pondering it carefully, Lin said: "It's better to have a house on West Street, please find a courtyard with a better location, let's take a look first......

"This is natural, and I will definitely not treat Madame badly."

Ya Po said some good things again, and then took the Lin mother and daughter to the West Street, in fact, the West Street is not much worse than the East Street, but it is far away from the barracks, but as long as the door is locked at night and a local dog is raised, there should not be any big trouble.

After walking to the West Street, Lin looked at several small courtyards, the land price in the capital is not cheap, these houses are very small, fortunately, although the sparrows are small, the tables, chairs, benches and other utensils are complete, although they are a little old, but they can also be used, less silver, plus the location of the small courtyard is close to the front street, you can set up a stall when you go out, and you can save a fortune. After discussing with the dumb woman for a while, the rent was lowered by a few points, and after paying the rent for three months in a row, and giving a deposit for another month, the mother and daughter finally had a place to stay.

After settling down, Pan'er held the money bag distressedly and began to count, only to feel that when she was in Shiqiao Village, she had never spent so much in a day, but now when she arrived in the capital, the silver poured out like flowing water, and the speed of going was really faster, and now there was no entry, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious in her eyes.

The mother and daughter brought out not much of the things they brought out from Shiqiao Village, as long as they were a little tidy, they were almost cleaned up, and then Pan'er went to the street to buy some firewood, rice, oil, salt and other things, the capital is worthy of being the most prosperous city in the whole industry, with a complete variety of things, and she has never seen many spices, or Lin explained in a whisper, she knew what the thing was.

I bought shiitake mushrooms, cucumbers and other vegetables, these things are easier to pickle, as long as the ingredients are prepared, put in the jar with a large stone with a lot of weight for a day, you can taste it.

Because of the hurry, Pan'er has not eaten the pickles made by Lin for a long time, when Lin stood in front of the stove and lit the stove to cook the old soup, she felt that her saliva was overflowing, her eyes kept staring at the milky white soup that kept tumbling, her nose twitched, and she didn't move. When Lin went outside to pick chives, Pan'er took the opportunity to take out the white porcelain bottle and dripped two drops of spiritual spring water into the pot.

The soup boiled on the cauldron all night, and when Pan'er got up on the second day, she went to the kitchen to take a look, and found that the whole chicken that was put in yesterday had now been boiled and the bones were crispy and rotten.

Pan'er swallowed her saliva, added a lot of salt to the soup according to Lin's instructions, adjusted the taste, and then scooped out the two bowls of old soup and poured it into a wine jar.

Picking up a dry soft cloth, Pan'er wiped the sweat on her face, turned her head to look at Lin who was boiling porridge, and asked, "Mother, if we set up a stall tomorrow, will we only sell one kind of pickled vegetables?" ”

Lin put down the spoon and asked with some hesitation: "What else can you sell besides pickles?" ”

"I think pickled vegetables and porridge are good, if you can wrap some wontons and the like, so that people who get up early in the morning can warm their stomachs with some hot food, it is estimated that there ......are many people who buy it."

Although Lin's craftsmanship is good, he has never done business, and now when he hears Pan'er's words, he can't help but think for a moment, and he also feels that there is some truth: "Then let's make some wontons tomorrow and try it first, if it doesn't work, we will only sell pickles......"

Seeing Lin's anxious look, Pan'er had a little bottom in her heart, she had a spiritual spring in her hand, and then used the best chicken soup as the soup base, and the boiled wontons must be delicious soup, she didn't believe that there would be no business coming to her door. As long as the things are good, it doesn't matter how high the price is, after all, there are as many rich people in the capital as carp crossing the river, and they don't have any rules to spend money, so they definitely won't care about such a little money.

After determining what she was going to sell tomorrow, Pan'er went to the street again, walked a long way to find a stall selling pork, bought some good pork leg meat, and used well water to calm it when she went home, adding two drops of spiritual spring water to it, so that the taste would not change quickly.

If you want to sell wontons, you must get up earlier, and it will definitely be a lot harder than just selling pickles, after all, if everything is prepared in the morning, it will definitely be too late, so Pan'er and Lin chopped the filling or something at night, and the wonton skin was also rolled out, and the wontons were wrapped and stacked one by one on the bamboo curtain, sprinkled with some flour, and saved sticking together.

Early the next morning, the mother and daughter got up before dawn, put the charcoal and food on the cart, and pushed to the front street, although Pan'er's strength is not small, but pushing the cart also feels very laborious, fortunately, it doesn't even take a quarter of an hour to go to the front street, and soon arrived at the ground, she and Lin set up the stove, after burning the charcoal fire, then put the soup prepared yesterday on the pot, and slowly boiled it over low heat.

A lot of spiritual spring water is added to the broth, which makes the taste of the soup very fragrant, this aroma continues to drill into the nose, and the Lin family is as beautiful as a flower, although he is not young, he is almost thirty years old, but he still looks like he is in his early twenties, so that the pedestrians around him can't help but pause and look back at the newly put out stalls.

"What is this selling?"

Pan'er still wore a hat on her face, blocking the delicate little face, but the exposed hands were like peeling onion roots, not only white and thin, not even a cocoon, compared to those pampered young ladies in high-ranking families.

I only heard Pan'er say heartily: "This soup is used to cook wontons, ten cents a bowl." ”

After saying that, she added: "If you want to just taste the soup, you don't want silver." ”

A bowl of wontons for ten cents is not cheap in the capital, but think about the ingredients used in the broth, which one is not a good thing? Not to mention the spiritual spring water that Pan'er put in it, after drinking it into the stomach, it can also have a nourishing effect on the body, and the so-called medicine is not as good as food, which is exactly the truth.

Hearing that there is free soup to drink here, and it smells very delicious, naturally many people want to take advantage of it, and squeeze to the front as if they were in the fun, and open their mouths to ask for a bowl of free soup to drink.

Pan'er took the bowl and gave these people a spoonful, about two or three sips of it was gone, the person who got the soup bowl at the beginning just tasted it, and the soup went straight to the bottom, he looked at Lin, and said with a shy face: "Let's have another bowl......

Lin opened his mouth with a smile: "The free soup can only be drunk one bowl per person, if you still want it, you can only ask for it early tomorrow......"

As soon as they heard this, they were a little more shrewd and saw the routine of the mother and daughter, they knew that the things they sold on the stall were delicious, because the price was high, I am afraid it would be a little difficult to sell, but now these people have tasted the taste of the soup, some people can't wipe off their face, and have to take out the money to buy a bowl of wontons to taste, and some people feel that this food is right for their appetite, although ten cents is not cheap, but it is not outrageously expensive, if there is really such a good taste, the silver is worth it.

There were a lot more people buying wontons in a moment, Pan'er's face hidden under the hat hooked a smile, and the big and round apricot eyes were slightly hooked, like a crescent moon on the horizon, it was very good-looking, she sent wontons to those guests, and Lin was collecting money on the side, and she was a little in a hurry for a while.

There are not many people in the early morning on the front street, most of them are merchants, and when they eat almost the same, Pan'er finally poured out the effort to brush the dishes and chopsticks, and saw that the wontons wrapped out last night have been sold almost, and the broth boiled out of a whole chicken is even more bottom-up, she put out the stove, and then opened the pickle jar, and put a pickled cucumber on a saucer, the pickled cucumber is oily green, very smooth, only the thickness of the thumb, with a dark brown sauce, which makes people look a little greedy.

Because it was only put in the jar yesterday, this small dish does not taste enough in Shiqiao Village, but compared to the general pickles, it is already a very good thing, especially because of the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, this small cucumber that has lost some water is now very crisp and raw, and it is a world of difference from before it has not been pickled.

Merchants are a little more generous than ordinary people, although this stall is not big, only the mother and daughter are cooking, but the taste is extremely good, compared to those restaurants in the capital are not bad, and the merchants who know the goods look at the pickled cucumbers, ask the price and buy one, and directly use chopsticks to pick up and send it to the mouth.

The merchant was not young, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and after eating a bite of pickled cucumbers, his face showed a look of shock, and he said to Pan'er: "I want all the pickles you have brought here." ”

Hearing this, the people around were also stunned, and muttered in whispers from ear to ear, first at the beautiful proprietress and then at the bearded merchant, although they thought that the pickled cucumber should be good, but if there was as much as there was to buy, where could they finish eating? If there is anything left, won't it be a bad thing?