The slow and rhythmic curfew drum beat like a thunderstorm rolling up in the sky, and the drum tower of the West City Department beat the drum at the same time, announcing that the market would be closed today.

The scholars and officials who are still staying in the West Market should consider their own shelter. There are brothels in the West Market, but they are all bearded girls, and their scale and appearance are not as good as those of Pingkangfang, and most of them are for entertaining Hu customers. Some liquor shops in the West Market are open all night, and as long as the customers ask for it, the owner can order the orchids to take turns to dance with the wine all night, but they must close the doors and windows, and the waves must not be noisy.

In addition, the entire West Market fell into a dead silence, how bustling and noisy it was during the day, and how lonely it was at night.

The Wuhou of Jin Wuwei began to drink and have fun in the wine shop, and the only thing that the curfew could not stop was them, as long as there were Jin Wuwei figures, they could enter and leave every square market in Chang'an City.

The Wuhou shop in the west market no longer cares about the affairs of the city at night, they only patrol around the fang wall, and only catch those who want to enter and those who want to come out, this situation is called committing nights.

Li Siye gathered more than 100 people on the side of the release pool, each with a torch in his hand, and the shadow was very spectacular.

Michagan and Jiang Tongbao worked together to push open the door of the warehouse, but only opened a gap wide one person. The crowd saw Li Siye set up his belongings in this gap, the yellow flame was dancing in the clay stove, the greasy black pan was on the stove, and the fragrance of green onion cakes was already coming.

Sha Li stood opposite the crack in the door, holding the basket in his hand and shouting: "Li Langjun fought with his life to save the recipe for making cakes, not just to make money. In order to thank you for fighting with the Xionghuo Gang in Xishi today, Li Langjun reduced the franchise fee to 400 yuan, hoping that everyone can pay the money enthusiastically. ”

The vendors had already prepared, took out the money from their arms, lined up in a long line and walked to the warehouse, and every time the sand received a piece of money, they put one person in, and when all the hundred or so people entered, the bamboo basket in his hand was already full, and he could not lift it with both hands.

The crowd used torches to surround Li Siye's stall in a semicircle. He glanced around at everyone with a solemn expression, clapped his palms, and reached out to tie the linen apron around his waist, quite a sense of the master's approach to the altar.

"Brothers, before making cakes, I have a suggestion, in order to unite everyone, we should also have an organization, what other people call the Chamber of Commerce, so-and-so gang, we can call it the West City Food Association. Do you think it's good? ”

"Okay," the crowd responded with less excitement than in the morning.

It was predictable that they were gathered here today just for the benefit of the scallion cakes. Once you learn the skills, who cares about your food association.

Li Siye didn't care, he would have a heavier bomb thrown out later, which was like a game of fishing with hooks and bait.

"You look carefully, I'll only do it once, and I'll only explain it once. Sixty percent flour, forty percent water, knead into a soft dough, cover with a wet linen cloth and wake up a column of incense time. ”

He grabbed the dough from the basin and threw it on the cutting board, smeared a rolling pin with mutton fat and rolled it out to prevent it from sticking, brushed the dough with oil, pinched chopped green onions from the jar and sprinkled them with peppercorn salt.

"Both wild onions and green onions can be made, and the peppercorns should be roasted and browned, and ground into powder with crushed salt."

The dough was rolled into a roll, and Li Siye used a kitchen knife to cut it into several equal sections, twisted one of them into a twist shape, and then rolled it into a thin cake.

The pan was heated by the fire, and green smoke rose on it, Li Siye carried a brush to brush the mutton fat on it, and picked the rolled cake on the pan with bamboo strips, and immediately made a sizzling sound, and the fragrance of the cake began to overflow and drift away.

"It's that simple." There were whispers from the crowd, and some people felt that their four hundred dollars had been wrongly spent.

"This recipe, really mother's, as long as I buy and eat him a few more times, I can deduce that this cake is like this."

A few shrewd people had a feeling of being deceived, but the money had been given away and the craft had been learned, so they had to hold back the unpleasant feeling and prepare to leave the warehouse.

"Everyone," Li Siye suddenly let go of his voice and said loudly: "In addition to teaching everyone to make cakes, I also have a little gift to give everyone a free taste." ”

When everyone heard this, they all turned around, since it was a free thing, they didn't taste it in vain.

Li Siye took out a disc from the bottom of the desk, covered with white linen, and this kind of concealment aroused everyone's curiosity, and they looked at each other to guess what was inside.

With a sly glint in his eyes, he observed the expressions on people's faces through the slits of his eyes before lifting the sackcloth that covered it and setting it aside.

Exposed to the light of the night fire and in the eyelids of everyone, it was a thin pancake, but this pancake was different from the bread they had seen before, white as clotted fat, crystal clear, reflecting a faint luster.

The people in the veils pushed each other on tiptoe and opened their mouths wide to guess what it was.

Li Siye is very proud of their reaction, and the highlight of his life is here. He glanced at everyone with a smile on his face, and then gently lifted a layer from the pancake, and gently shook it in his hand, like a ripple of white jade pancakes, through which people could see the torches on the opposite wall.

"It's so thin? So thorough? ”

"What is this pie called?" Someone asked loudly.

"Is this Huaiye Lengtao?"

"Fart, the locust leaf is green, this is the texture of white jade, and it is naturally very different."

Li Siye answered everyone's questions: "This is a cold skin, I'll cut it out for everyone to taste later." ”

He rolled it up on a cutting board, cut it into thin strips with a kitchen knife, then grabbed it and put it in a black porcelain bowl and poured in pepper water. He peeled the garlic cloves in front of everyone, pounded them into garlic in a small porcelain bowl, added vinegar, mixed them into the cold skin, and stirred them with a spoon to mix.

The aroma of garlic and vinegar is immediately revealed, and the bowl is filled with a crystal clear and ultra-thin cold skin, which has an extraordinary allure on a hot summer night.

The vendors stared at this bowl of cold skin with burning eyes, and some people wanted to rush up first, but they were stopped by the people next to them: "Don't want to grab it, line up!" ”

Li Siye held the bowl, and his voice was full of temptation: "There are not many of them, everyone can only taste one bite, and they can come one by one." ”

He stretched out the bowl to Jiang Tongbao, who was standing next to him to maintain order: "Jiang Tongbao, you taste it first, and pass it on after you taste it." ”

Jiang Tongbao took the bowl in a hurry, picked up one with a spoon and swallowed it in his mouth, feeling cool and elastic, sour and fragrant, he had not tasted it carefully, and accidentally slipped into his throat. He was a little stunned, still remembering the taste in his mind, the bowl had been taken from his hand.

"Don't worry, come one by one! Only one bite! ”

A large black porcelain bowl was passed over the heads of the crowded people, Li Siye laughed, lifted the kitchen knife and cut the remaining cold skin, prepared two more bowls, and handed them to everyone to compete for taste.

Three bowls of cold skin thrown into more than 100 people are only equivalent to a waste, some people have not tasted it, some people may have eaten two more bites, but the gluttonous insects aroused by everyone have not been pressed down, this is the hunger marketing of Chiguoguo!

"Li Langjun, this, what is Liangpi made of?"

Li Siye shook his head with a smile: "This is a trade secret." ”

"I know!"

Li Siye looked up suddenly, his heart rate increased, could it be that this thing already existed in the Tang Dynasty?