The lard stew was all poured on the ground.

Li Meimoth pulled Lin Mian back with a bowl: "Son, you are really confused, what is the relationship between our family and the Song family's Xiaonizi family?" ”

"Do you really think of her as a daughter-in-law? She's here to plague our family. ”

Lin Lan glanced at Song Xiaoai and defended: "Mother, after all, I can't live with the Song family!" ”

After Lin Fugui finished eating the lard stew, he continued to collapse on the ground, staring blankly at the inn that had become a ruin.

There are three meals a day, and if you want to live the next day, you must not just pick up some rotten vegetable leaves every day to live.

After eating, Lin Lan lowered his head again and searched in the ruins, and found a small stone mill, as well as two taels of broken silver, and a few square tables and benches with missing arms and legs.

Lin Lan fused some of the memories of this era, the Wu Dynasty did not have tofu brains, the cost of tofu brains was low and the operation was simple, and the things found were just enough to use.

took the broken silver, wrapped himself tightly, and Lin Lan went out again.

When he came back, he had ten catties of soybeans, a few catties of dried shrimp, and three catties of eggs on his hands.

Li Meimoth and Lin Fugui sat on the ground again, snuggled together, and when they saw Lin Luo coming back, they just glanced at it and continued to be in a daze.

The two old men still didn't react to the blow of the inn.

Lin Lan first soaked soybeans in well water, and then went to the pot to fry dried shrimp.

He was also a little hesitant, he had only seen the video of these things, and he had never tried them himself, so he didn't know if he could succeed.

Fry the dried shrimp to dry the water, and while the residual temperature is still there, pour it into a stone mill and grind it into powder.

The crunch of the ground shrimp comes and goes, and under the rotation of the stone mill, the dried shrimp powder gathers more and more.

Lin Lan clicked the shrimp powder with his finger and put it in his mouth, the taste was very delicious, comparable to the chicken essence of later generations.

Li Meimoth saw Lin Lan's busy figure, and sighed a lot: "Fugui, don't you think that Xiao Lan's appearance this time is different from before." ”

Lin Fugui raised his eyelids weakly: "Fart!" ”

Li Meimo's fat hand quickly reached Lin Fugui's waist, pinched a piece of meat and twisted it clockwise.

Lin Fugui's painful facial features distorted: "Yo Yo Yo! We mean we want to fart. ”

Only then did Li Meimoth let go: "Where did my son cook for us before." ”

Lin Fugui said quickly: "Peeing ...... in the sour soup balls, yo yo yo ......!" ”

Lin Fugui's facial features were distorted again.

From noon to dusk, two bowls of tofu brains were brought to the two of them: "Dad, mother, try the new dishes I made." ”

The tofu brain is divided into slices by a spoon, poured chicken essence on top, and sprinkled with a few green onions.

The simple combination of white and green is refreshing just by looking at it.

Li Meimoth couldn't wait to bring it over: "This dish made by my son is so beautiful!" ”

The smooth tofu brain slid down the esophagus as soon as it entered the mouth, and the deliciousness of the soup hit the taste buds, and Li Meimo's eyes couldn't help but widen a little.

"Hmm, it's delicious!" Li Meimoth felt that the pores of her whole body were opened, she had never thought it would be so delicious.

Lin Fugui looked disgusted: "The soup is not like soup, the dish is not like a dish, what kind of system." ”

Li Meimoth was so delicious that she forgot to beat Lin Fugui, and pulled the other party's robe vigorously: "Master, taste it quickly, it's really delicious." ”

Li Meimoth picked up the bowl and slammed it in Lin Fugui's face, Lin Fugui's body retreated, wanting to stay away from the bowl: "Don't eat this water urine soup." ”

Li Meimo's eyes were bent into crescents, and she couldn't wait for Lin Fugui to taste it: "Taste it, just a small bite." ”

Li Meimoth used a spoon to pry open Lin Fugui's lips and sent some soup in.

Lin Lan stared at Lin Fugui nervously, he knew that his cheap father was born as a chef, and if he could get his approval, this dish would be a success.

Smack! Lin Fugui smacked his mouth twice, took the initiative to take a big sip from the bowl, and tasted another bite of tofu brain.

Li Meimoth cried with joy: "Master, isn't it delicious, our son is out of breath, and he will create his own dishes!" ”

After Lin Fugui ate a bowl, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face, tried his best to calm down, and lightly tapped his fat chin: "Well, it's better than the things on ordinary food stalls." ”

Lin Lan breathed a sigh of relief and said his suggestion: "Dad, mother, I want to set up a stall to sell tofu brains." ”

Li Meimoth held Lin Lan's hand, and two lines of tears flowed down: "Okay, my son knows how to be motivated, okay, woo." ”

Lin Fugui poured a basin of cold water down: "These days that you have been in prison, there are many fewer diners in our family." Now, our family is a street rat in Yunzhou City, which one dares to come to eat? ”

Lin Lan looked at Lin Fugui's eyes gently: "Dad, don't worry, I've already figured out a way." ”

"Let's hurry up and make tofu brains now, and I'll give you the method."

Lin Fugui hesitated for a moment, and was helped up by Lin Yuan, this dish is really delicious, it shouldn't be buried.

Because of the tofu brain, the three of them seemed to see new hope, and they worked hard.

The next day.

The square table in the backyard of the Lin family, which was missing arms and legs, was cushioned with stones and temporarily used as seats for diners, and a bucket of hot soup was boiled, and the tofu brains of Bai Huahua were served in wooden barrels.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!

Lin Lan found a wooden sign hanging around his neck and hanging it on his chest.

It's time to open a stall, Li Meimoth was a little scared: "Son, they won't smash our stall, right?" ”

"Is anyone really coming to eat?"

Lin Mian took Li Meimo's fat hand: "Mother, you can rest assured." ”

Li Meimoth saw the wooden sign hanging around Lin Lan's neck: "Son, what are you hanging?" ”

Lin Lan looked down at the wooden card, and his face was full of determination: "Father, mother, the child wants you to promise one thing." ”

Lin Fugui turned his head and squinted his eyes: "If there is a fart, let it go." ”

Li Meimoth jumped up and slapped Lin Fugui in the head: "The surname is Chen, can you talk to your son well." ”

Lin Fugui raised his fist and gestured in front of Li Meimo's face, grinning: "I can't get up a little bit." ”

Lin Lan clasped his fists at the second elder: "Dad, mother, no matter what happens, you just sell tofu brains to collect cash, don't interfere." ”

Li Meimoth didn't understand what Lin Lan meant: "Son, what are you talking about?" ”

Lin Lan didn't explain, he walked out wearing a wooden sign and shouted loudly: "Sell tofu brains!" Ten cents a bowl! ”

Lin Lan's shouts were more effective than the sound of firecrackers, and a large circle of people soon gathered around.

"Lin Lan, what a bullshit tofu brain! Lao Tzu doesn't eat murderers' things. ”

"I heard that the Lin family spent all the money in the family in order to marry their daughter-in-law, and it turned out to be Miss Song, hahahaha, the Lin family is going to die!"

"Miss Song is really powerful, you should do this to deal with the wicked, so that they can live a restless life!"

The evil words were like sharp knives, poking straight into the hearts of the Lin family.

Lin Lan, who had his back to the second elder, lifted the wooden sign on his chest, and there were two rows of big characters written on it!

"Tofu brain is ten cents a bowl!"

"Eat it and punch Lin Lan!"