Lin Hao, this guy, actually drank and talked happily in the courtyard, and the meat he ate was so fragrant, it was simply inhumane!

"Lord Song, if you are hungry, this palace will leave you a leg of lamb and eat porridge tomorrow morning?"

Zhu Gaoxu looked at Song Li's continuous swallowing of saliva, he couldn't help it, and said with a smile.

"How can this official care about the desire of the tongue, there is no need, you are open to eat."

As soon as he said it, Song Li was almost repentant, and he couldn't wait to give himself two big mouths.

If you don't eat the leg of mutton, you have to save face, and when you think that you can have a mouthful of gruel and a leg of lamb tomorrow morning, how comfortable it is, my heart is dripping blood.

His eyes stared at the whole sheep on the oven, this sheep was estimated to weigh forty pounds, and the people present had already eaten the roast chicken before, and it was impossible to eat it anyway.

As long as I wait until they leave, hide the remaining mutton, and eat it tomorrow morning, my heart is finally a lot more balanced.

After three rounds of drinking, Song Li looked at the mess all over the ground, it was distressing, a huge sheep, there was really nothing left, even the shredded meat on the lamb chops was gnawed clean!

And the hour was not early, and the people scattered in all directions.

Song Li set his eyes on the sheep's spine, and there seemed to be some minced meat in the gap, but it couldn't be wasted.

I found a bone chopping knife from the back kitchen, chopped off the sheep's spine one by one, and put it in an enamel bowl.

Early the next morning.

Lin Hao was half asleep and half awake, smelling the smell of meat wafting from the yard, thinking that the peaches had made breakfast, and got up in a daze.

In the middle of the courtyard, an iron pot was erected.

The soup in the pot was white and rich, and Song Li skillfully cut the two live crucian carp and put them into the pot, and then cut a few white radishes into large pieces and threw them into the pot.

As it is heated by the firewood, it boils again, and the fragrance becomes more and more intense.

Seeing Lin Hao come out, Song Li couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, what could stop him, as the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, his hands-on ability was not ordinarily strong.

There is not much meat on the spine of the sheep, and if it is eaten dry, there must be nothing to eat, so I thought of a way of eating it when I was in the Jurchen tribe, which seemed to be called messy stew.

The crucian carp was caught by the Imperial Guards when he arrived at the mouth of the canal early in the morning.

As for the big radish, it was pulled out of the vegetable field of the people's house, thinking to himself, he had six books, for the country and the people, and he had done his best to die, so what was wrong with eating a radish.

First, the sheep's spine was thrown into the pot and boiled with water, and the fragrance suddenly came out, and the minced meat that was originally adhered to the spine because of the roasting also became rotten.

The only fly in the ointment was that the soup was too bland, so Song Li brought a bottle of condiment called Sanhua evaporated milk from the back kitchen and poured half a bottle into the copper pot.

I didn't forget to sprinkle a handful of salt, it was so delicious that even the gods had to jump over the wall.

As for how the salt came from, after returning from Wangjiang Tower yesterday, he instructed Zhao Heng to return the golden pot, and when there was still salt in the jade wrench, Song Li quietly left two taels.

In these years, salt is worth more than silver, especially this fine salt, Your Majesty can't eat it, of course, I also told Lin Hao last night, Lin Hao didn't care.

With the 21st century coarse salt purification method, the cost of fine salt is extremely low, and the cost of the two taels of silver in Song Li's collection is less than ten yuan.

This time, the color came up, and the original meat flavor was mixed with a rich milky aroma.

After Lin Hao washed, Princess Xianning also ran out, picked up the enamel bowl, took a spoon, and came out with a piece of sheep's spine.

Ignoring the heat, he gnawed it directly, and took a sip, the faint milk fragrance, accompanied by the fragrance of radish, and the fresh fragrance of crucian carp, filled the taste buds.

The minced meat is also full of strength, and the chill is immediately dispelled.

"This is too delicious, Uncle Song, what is this thing called?"

Princess Xianning shook the gnawed sheep spine in her hand.

Song Li suddenly made a difficulty, it was impossible to let everyone know that he quietly stole the leftover sheep spine eaten by the big guy last night, as a Shangshu lord, he still wants to be faced.

Seeing that the spine section in Princess Xianning's hand had three prongs, in a Y-shape, which looked like the flamboyant shape of the scorpion, Song Li suddenly paid attention: "This thing is called a sheep scorpion, how does it taste?" ”

"What, it's a sheep and a scorpion, can a scorpion eat it?"

Princess Xianning had never heard such a strange name, and only thought that Song Li was joking.

Only Lin Hao knows that Song Li inadvertently created history, if memory is not mistaken, the sheep and scorpion in history only appeared during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

Even he didn't expect that there would be such a delicacy as a sheep scorpion.

"No matter, it's delicious anyway, Uncle Song is amazing."

Princess Xianning shook her little head, took out a piece of radish from the pot, blew it, and handed it to Lin Hao, blinking with the eyes of the little star, full of anticipation.

Lin Hao was not polite, stretched out his index finger, gently scraped the tip of Princess Xianning's nose, and swallowed the radish in one gulp.

"it!"

The feeling of heartburn almost didn't burn Lin Hao to death.

caused Princess Xianning to laugh and dance happily.

The peach hiding in the shadows, Chen Ruohan, is almost bitten by the back molars.

"Lord Lin, in terms of eating this, you are not as good as Song, this sheep and scorpion, the best place is soup."

Song Li proudly took out a piece of cooking cake, put it into an enamel bowl full of mutton soup, waited until it was full of soup, sandwiched it, and took a bite, extremely satisfied.

Seeing this, Princess Xianning hurriedly asked for a piece of cooking cake, and she learned to stuff the cooking cake stained with soup into her mouth, and her eyes were about to pop out.

The original dry and difficult to enter the throat of the cooking cake, with a rich soup, the fragrance of the cooking cake combined with the milk fragrance, what kind of fairy way to eat!?

Lin Hao naturally knows that he was still a dick before the crossing, and every morning, he always likes to make a bowl of soy milk and go down with steamed buns, not to mention how satisfying.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was belated, tasted it, his eyes were closed: "Since the palace has eaten the food of Taoyuan, the only thing that can be eaten is made by you, Lord Song has this craft, and what else do you do, simply partner with the palace to open a restaurant in Yingtian, I have thought of the name, it is called mutton soup cookcake, guests only need to buy a bowl of mutton soup, and the cookcake can be eaten unlimited." ”

As mentioned in Taoyuan Business Learning, as a successful investor, you can't miss any good business opportunities.

"His Royal Highness laughed, not to mention whether His Majesty is willing to let go of the minister, how much silver can a bowl of mutton soup sell, even if the cooking cake is cheap, but those individuals don't stop eating, won't they have to die of loss."

Song Li smiled bitterly and shook his head, let the six books of the hall resign and go to open a restaurant, and the second highness must be the first person in ancient and modern times!

"How will it be, after all, the amount of food is a minority, on average, you can make a profit, not to mention that you have to remember, we are playing capital, as long as there is this food, the signboard of the mutton soup cooker can be hung in every corner of Daming, and the store is divided into franchise and direct sales, although the mutton soup cookcake is a good project, but the gross profit is too low, not suitable for direct sales."

"If you want to learn, everyone pays twenty taels of silver, hands over the technology to them, and returns to the local area to open a restaurant, if this sheep soup cookcake can have 10,000 people to join in Daming, but it is 200,000 taels of silver, or if there is any secret recipe, we can control it, 200,000 taels is just the beginning, and the follow-up can continue to earn."

Zhu Gaoxu ate the cooking cakes and talked eloquently.

Song Li has a feeling of being sudden, how can he listen to Zhu Gaoxu say this, and feel that the silver is so easy to earn!?

200,000 taels, with his annual income of hundreds of taels, he has to work for thousands of years without eating or drinking.

I can't help but be a little shaken in my heart, and when the canal matter is completely resolved, I will be able to tell His Majesty to return to my hometown, and when the time comes, I will get the Taoyuan household registration.

He still has to retire, there is silver everywhere, and after seeing these delicacies, he has been faintly worried that after retiring, his annual income will be less than one-third of when he was in office.

There are less than 100 taels left, and you have to support your family, and whether the remaining silver is enough to eat yourself is a problem.

It seems that you really want to find a way to get some silver, Your Royal Highness's idea is good, as a senior gourmet, I know the charm of this sheep scorpion, I believe that not many people can resist.

It's just that Song Li forgot that the most important thing in this pot of mutton soup is fine salt and the Sanhua evaporated milk......

Fine salt is okay, even if it is a little secondary, it can be replaced by coarse salt, Sanhua evaporated milk, but it is firmly in the hands of Lin Hao.

What is the capital of all evils?

Zhu Gaoxu saw that Song Li was moved, and after breakfast, he pulled Song Li aside: "Not all the businessmen of Jiangnan Mansion will be present today, take this opportunity to make a fortune in this palace." ”

"I can't help it, Second Highness, Song has been an official for more than 30 years, and his sleeves are clean, how can he do such a thing!?"

Song Li subconsciously thought that His Royal Highness wanted him to hint at those businessmen.

After all, with his identity as one of the six Shangshu, with a casual word, many people will squeeze their heads and think of a way to give him silver.

"Old Song, what do you want, what does this palace mean, you prepare these ingredients, and when you have lunch, you will cook a pot, let those businessmen taste the taste, and forget what this palace said about the franchise fee?"

Zhu Gaoxu glanced at Song Li angrily.

Song Li hesitated and said, "That's good, but it's ......"

"What's the matter, now my father and emperor have opened a tobacco department to do business, and Guozijian has also opened a business subject, so why not earn money with your ability?"

"This palace knows Lao Song's intentions, and after the canal matter is over, this palace will help you deal with the Taoyuan household registration, and you don't want to be able to only look at others at that time, drinking beer, eating fried chicken, and holding Huazi in your mouth, and you can only hide in the corner and silently nibble on the cooking cake."

"Those businessmen, this palace will do it for you, you only need to provide the formula, this official will give you 30,000 taels of silver, a one-time buyout, 30,000 taels will not be spent in your life."

Zhu Gaoxu constantly brainwashed Song Li, although he couldn't look down on these hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, but mosquito legs were also meat.

Once his real estate project is launched, the amount of silver needed is astronomical, and he will definitely not give up any way to earn money.