She picked up the palm of the hawker's hand and showed it to everyone, "You all rely on the sea to eat the sea, you should know that the palms and tiger's mouths of perennial fishers are calluses, but this eldest brother's calluses are born in the fingertips, which shows that he is not a person who fishes at sea for many years." ”

The peddler's face froze, and he saw Wu Shuang raise his eyebrows and ask him, "Am I right?" ”

Wu Shuang continued: "Although the checkered snail is similar to the ordinary sea snail, but you can still see the subtle differences if you carefully distinguish it, one kind of thread is slightly thinner and the top is sharper, while the other is smoother, our sea area does not produce checkered snails, and further south of the sea, this kind of snail is very common, and because it is slightly poisonous and no one eats it, it is easier to catch than ordinary sea snails." ”

The local fishermen were simple and kind, and never thought of such speculation as shoddy.

At this time, a well-informed fisherman came forward to distinguish and pointed out that what Wu Shuang said was true, because of its tenacious vitality, this kind of conch is still alive when it is transported from the native sea to other places in the summer when the temperature difference is not large.

"What else do you have to say?" Song Qingyuan twisted his backhand, grabbed his entire arm along his wrist, cut it behind the man, and held him and refused to let go.

"You are not a fisherman at all, you just want to take advantage of the opening of the snail market here, and use this poisonous snail to take the opportunity to make a profit, the checkered snail is bigger and fatter than the average snail, and it can be sold at a higher price, and there will be no obvious symptoms if you eat less, if you really die, you will have run away long ago, where can you still find your head, you are really wishful thinking."

The hawker was exposed in public, and he was annoyed and angry, "You guys are obviously in the same group!" He pointed to the fisherman, "I also specially found a nursery to act." ”

Wu Shuang brought the pot of boiled snails to the vendor, "Since you insist that there is no problem with your own snail meat, then in order to prove your innocence, eat this pot." ”

The blood on the peddler's face faded little by little, and he stared at the pot of snail meat and said, "I—I don't like to eat snails." ”

Wu Shuang smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said clearly: "Oh, in that case, who wants to prove it for you?" You? ”

She asked the guy who was helping behind the vendor, and the guy quickly bowed his head and neck, refusing to squeak.

No one present was willing to touch this pot of snail meat, and the onlookers discussed it one after another.

Seeing that everyone's attention was not here, the peddler suddenly made a force, pushed Song Qingyuan away and ran out lifelessly.

It's a pity that he didn't run two steps before a big horse fell to the ground, full of dirt and two knocked out front teeth, making his head and face bloody.

Song Qingyuan's sleeves were windy, but they were slightly folded, and others couldn't see the doorway, but Wu Shuang knew that this was Song Qingyuan's credit, and his gaze at him couldn't help but be a little more probing.

At this point, what Wu Shuang said had become an ironclad fact, and several enthusiastic fishermen stepped forward to twist the man to the yamen.

Boss Wang was still afraid for a while when he thought about it at this time, this little girl of the Wu family was not his nobleman.

If there was no her today, he would have bought these poisonous snails and sent them back to make the guests eat problems, and his restaurant would have collapsed as soon as it opened.

Thinking about it like this, Boss Wang immediately regarded Wu Shuang as the life-saving benefactor of his whole family, and thanked her: "Thank you Miss Wu today, the girl is admirable for her knowledge, if it weren't for the girl's family not doing this conch business, I would really want to buy it from you." ”

Wu Shuang smiled: "Who said I wouldn't do it? ”

As soon as this remark came out, someone said: "Your family has made a lot of money selling fish, and now you are coming to do conch business, everyone lives on the sea, and you don't leave us a way to live." ”

This remark is said to everyone's heart, the conch business is not as good as selling fish, only these two months are the peak season when the temperature is suitable, there are only so many things, if there is one more person to share the soup, they can make less profit.

Although everyone is grateful to Wu Shuang for finding out the snail vendors, they all have to support their families.

Song Qingyuan saw that everyone was so meritocratous, and it was not worth it for Wu Shuang, "Let's go, let's go home and don't worry about them." ”

Wu Shuang didn't care: "Who said I had to deal with them." ”

She cleared her voice and said to everyone: "Don't worry, I don't sell conch. ”

If you don't sell conch, then what?

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Wu Shuang was selling.

Next to the stall in front of you is a small pile of small snails picked from the conch, and it is inevitable that you will catch some worthless small things by mistake when catching snails, and this small snail is one of them.

"I'll sell this." Wu Shuang picked up a small flower snail and said to everyone.

This kind of snail is small and thick-skinned, and it takes half a day to get only a little bit of snail meat, what is there to sell, this girl from the Wu family looked very shrewd just now, why is it that she doesn't know how to work hard for a while.

Everyone talked about it, and Boss Wang saw that Wu Shuang was confident, and thought that she could make fish skin and bones into delicious dishes before, and his mind moved, "The girl borrowed a step to speak." ”

The three of them came to a secluded place, and Boss Wang asked, "I wonder how the girl plans to sell the snails?" ”

Wu Shuang said: "I will visit in person tomorrow afternoon, and it will not be too late for Boss Wang to purchase when he thinks it is suitable." ”

On the way back, Song Qingyuan was worried, "I've never heard that snails are edible, don't you usually throw away this kind of snail when you catch it?" ”

It was past noon, and the sea breeze was coming, along with the curling smoke of the cooking houses.

Wu Shuang's stomach "gurgled" uncontrollably, she took out the rice bran slices prepared in advance from her arms, broke half of them and handed them to Song Qingyuan, "Eat some cushions first, we will be busy in a while." ”

Song Qingyuan was worried about what Wu Shuang promised Boss Wang, and now they didn't even have a snail in their hands, how could they go to the appointment on time the next day.

He waved his hand, "I'm not hungry." It's a pity that as soon as the words fell, my stomach screamed very shamelessly.

Wu Shuang smiled and stuffed the rice bran slices into him, and found him under the stairs, "I have improved this rice bran slices, and it is much better than the previous ones, you can taste it." ”

Song Qingyuan saw that this thing was the same as before, it was the same wrinkled and difficult to swallow, but when he got closer, it seemed to have a special fragrance.

He tried to take a bite, and it was crispier and more delicious than before, and there was a special fragrance mixed in with it, which was appetizing.

Song Qingyuan finished eating the rice bran slices in three or two and asked, "How did you do it?" ”

This is definitely not your ordinary rice bran flakes.

Wu Shuang stuck out her tongue at him, put her index finger to her lips, and said mysteriously, "Keep it secret." ”

In fact, the rice bran flakes are still ordinary rice bran slices, but she just changed the production method from the original direct paste on the pot to baking.

The sesame seedlings rewarded by the system are just ripe, and she uses them to sprinkle on them to add to the aroma.

Song Qingyuan didn't understand these explanations, and the main task now was to collect enough snails to complete the next dish given by the system - finger sucking snails.

They went to the wharf to wait for the ship that had just returned from the sea, bought the snails at a low price and prepared to be discarded, borrowed a small net, and collected half the net of snails in a short time.

Wu Shuang originally wanted to carry Song Qingyuan back alone, but Song Qingyuan didn't let her do it at all, threw off the half of the net snail, and easily carried it.

The two met villagers along the way, and everyone laughed and teased them, "Xiaoyuan still knows how to love his daughter-in-law." ”

Wu Shuang blushed and explained one by one, but Song Qingyuan was like a dumb person, so he just walked forward with his head held high.

The next day, Wu Shuang dragged the eldest brother and the second brother over and assigned them each task, some were responsible for lighting a fire and boiling water, and some were responsible for cleaning the conch, while she herself went into the small kitchen to get busy.

This dish is actually blanching the whole conch and then mixing the seasoning and stir-frying, the process is not complicated, and the time of the day is completely enough for her.

Wu Xiuwu put the half-finished snails in a large pottery pot and brought them in, and the aroma of the snail meat was scattered, but it had a little earthy smell that could not be concealed.

"Is Boss Wang really willing to ask for this thing?" Song Qingyuan had already told them what had happened today.

Wu Shuang left the things behind and pushed the person out of the kitchen, "You just wait." ”

The condiments she took out from the system warehouse had already been prepared on the board, and the green onions, ginger and garlic were put into the pot together, and then the snails were added after the fragrance was stir-fried, and the most important thing was to add rice wine after stir-frying.

As soon as the wine is served, the earthy smell disappears instantly, replaced by the fresh aroma of snail meat, and then add light soy sauce and green pepper, and this finger-sucking snail can be out of the pot.

Outside the kitchen, the two elder brothers and Song Qingyuan were wondering what Wu Shuang was doing inside, when they smelled a soul-hooking fragrance wafting out from inside.

Wu Xiuwu couldn't help but was about to push the door in, but Song Qingyuan stopped him, "Second brother, let's wait a little longer, since she doesn't let us in, she has her reasons." ”

Wu Shuang pushed the door out and saw three people gathered at the door, the pottery bowl in her hand was full of snails, drunk and fragrant, which was dotted with green green peppers, full of color and fragrance.

"Come and taste it."

Wu Xiuwu couldn't help it for a long time, swallowed his saliva in a big gulp, and was the first to pick out the snail meat with a bamboo stick.

In an era of scarcity, everything can be eaten, and even this flawed ingredient can be made delicious when cooked properly.

Wu Xiuwu ate one after another, Wu Xiuwen couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped him on the back of his hand, "If you eat like this again, you will eat it before you can sell it." ”

Wu Xiuwu scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's so delicious, I forgot about it for a while, Xiaoshuang, I'll push the cart for you, let's go to the town." ”

There is a distance from the village to Boss Wang's restaurant, and such a large pot of snails is not an easy task even if it is pushed with a cart, but fortunately, Wu Xiu's strength is strong enough.

Although Wu Xiuwu said that he was not tired, beads of sweat the size of beans kept hanging on his head, Wu Shuang looked distressed, and was thinking about how to fill the family with agricultural livestock all the way.