There are several rooms in the backyard of the inn that are close to the stove room.

It was not dawn, and the strong smell of rice wafted in through the window paper.

A few guests felt like they were in a trance, dreaming about good food.

Some tenants sat up in annoyance, foaming at the mouth and muttering to themselves, "Who? What are you doing, it's going to hook people before dawn."

There are also a few tenants who take advantage of the peeing to go around the outside of the stove room to take a second look, wanting to see what is going on inside.

At this time, in the stove room, preparations began at two o'clock in the morning, and it was already five o'clock.

There is already a small half pot of sesame paste noodles on the pot table, which is about to enter the oil paper package.

A pot of fried flour exudes the aroma of cooked flour.

Mrs. Xu said that fried flour was an afternoon tea in the 80s, and the old people who couldn't afford to eat sesame paste ate it at that time, and they were hungry and toothless.

Even the meat sauce eaten on the road has been prepared and put on the altar.

There are three cauldrons on the stove, and now one cauldron is boiling tea, eggs, tofu skins and other things, and the tea egg shells are broken and have already soaked in the juice, and they can be put in the jar and taken away after boiling for a while.

A big pot in the middle is making the meal that everyone eats this morning, steaming rice on the curtain, Mrs. Xu uses the method of scooping rice, stewing a pot of beans and shredded gourds, potatoes and corn under the curtain, and a pot of vermicelli is soaked next to it, and the vermicelli should be put last, so as not to stew too badly in the pot.

In the third pot, Mrs. Xu was cooking sausages, but she put less meat and more starch, and it became a starch sausage. In fact, she didn't want to make sausages and eat them on the way before she bought the ingredients last night. Troublesome, I want an enema, but I went to the vendor to buy lean meat for meat sauce, and I saw that there was a casing that sold for a lot of money for only a few dollars, so I temporarily changed my mind.

The sausages have to be cooled first as they are fished out, and Mrs. Xu took advantage of the fire in the stove pit to see her granddaughter's little face frying instant noodles, and this time the granddaughter who made instant noodles was the main force.

I thought: After a while, I will fry two sausages for my granddaughter to relieve my hunger.

"Are you done with the instant noodle seasoning? Give me some." Sprinkle on top while frying sausages.

Mrs. Xu was still pondering, looking back, she had to sell this starchy sausage.

Her restaurant is not suitable for selling this kind of snack, and she needs to set up a stall in the town and county where people come and go. I wholesaled to small merchants and peddlers, and bought sausages from her.

If the candidate is not good, it is still Zhao Dashan's daughter-in-law, and the small stall in Zhao Dashan's town is suitable for selling these.

Before she came, Mrs. Xu had already taught Dashan's daughter-in-law how to make a pot helmet, and she even went to the blacksmith shop to buy what kind of oven to order.

Pot helmets have already been sold here, for example, there is one in the county and several in the prefecture. It's just fried in a pan, not on the stove, but it doesn't matter if it's fried or grilled, there is nothing in the town where they are located.

This doesn't take into account Zhao Dashan's favors, giving gifts is not as good as giving people to make money. The point is, how many silver taels do you have to give as a gift? Right. She also has no money.

Dashan's daughter-in-law also hired her nephew to make baked cakes, and asked Mrs. Xu to say that the income was not enough to hire people to work, she was a little worried that Dashan would lose a little money, and she couldn't stand it and taught the pot helmet practice.

I also thought that I couldn't wait for the news of the mutual market to be confirmed before saying it, so it seemed like I saw a rabbit before I threw an eagle, so I hurriedly finished teaching before I came. Since she finished teaching this, Dashan's daughter-in-law called her a music and sent her all the way outside the city gate. Otherwise, she can rest assured that the address of Zhao Dashan's shop is left for Fucheng and county restaurants. The relationship is not the same as when it first came in. Look at the book

When Mrs. Xu fried her granddaughter's intestines, Xu Tianxin was sweating profusely.

The instant noodle seasoning is made by Xu Tianxin.

She crushed star anise, dried garlic, pepper, cumin, and added a little salt, which is the instant noodle seasoning.

The instant noodles are also all steamed and fried by Xu Tianxin.

At the beginning, Xu Tianxin still had the leisure to knit sweaters for noodles with chopsticks, which made her tired, and then he used more than ten chopsticks to make the noodles look like perming her hair. The fried dough was slightly smaller than the bowl her family bought for the restaurant.

They went out and brought pots for the cattle to drink and eat, but they did not bring bowls for themselves. When I came, I only had a clay pot to boil water and boil potatoes to eat, but I used a new bowl to eat on the way back, so I could make the most of it

I used it.

Xu Tianxin persuaded himself: If you want to make instant noodles like modern, do you still have to prepare vegetable bags in advance and cut them in advance to dry? Do you want to prepare a seasoning oil packet? When you go out, you can't be so eye-catching, it's delicious, or you can make a pack and taste it yourself, and broadcast it live to your family.

Family: Taste it!

Just as Mrs. Xu handed over the fried intestines.

Xu Tianxin accompanied the background music of rice fragrance, a mouthful of instant noodles, a mouthful of intestines:

"Well, that's the smell, family, I succeeded."

Mrs. Xu asked her granddaughter how her intestines were? It's all starch and may not taste as good as sausage. A person as good as her granddaughter should have eaten meat for the rest of her life.

Xu Tianxin smiled when he ate: "Milk, I like to eat starch sausages, not starch, I don't like it yet."

It's just frying it, it's oily.

When grilled and eaten, it is full of flavor and seasoning.

The family members in the live broadcast room complained that they had to lose weight when they opened their eyes early in the morning.

Mrs. Xu disagreed with this very much: "What kind of fat do you lose, it's not that you can't afford to eat. Take advantage of the beautiful weather and order a McSpicy Chicken Leg Burger." She and her granddaughter couldn't eat as much as they wanted.

At the same time, Xu Youcang came back from feeding the mules and oxen and found three people standing outside the stove room who were probing their brains.

"Who are you?"

The three of them hurriedly inquired, "Is it the breakfast prepared by the store today?" The meat and rice in it are fragrant and fragrant.

Xu Youcang replied, "No, we rented the stove house by ourselves and ate on the way."

「…… Do you want to sell it?" It just so happens that they are also leaving today, and if the price is right, they want to buy some food on the road.

Xu Laosan paused: "Not for sale."

While talking, he didn't mention the two people, and even he couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he sniffed his nose.

And the aroma of this instant noodles and fried starch sausage caused trouble, and a large group of people in the village were sitting on the kang, and there was no table, and when they were eating with vermicelli and bean shredded stew mixed with rice, the innkeeper came to find it.

This time, the strong guys in Erdaohe Village witnessed it with their own eyes, and the shopkeeper nodded and wanted to order with the Xu family's aunt.

Liu Laozhu sighed: If you don't accept it, you can't do it.

In order to persuade Mrs. Xu not to look down on his small shop, the shopkeeper explained that she couldn't afford to order fried food:

"Don't look at my old house and small storefront, you think that the people who fight here are poor. In fact, many of them are for word of mouth.

My family from my father to *** inn for decades, I dare to say that other inns encounter night checks, if you don't find a way to be arrested and no one cares, but as long as you live in my place, the guests are not arrested at night, I really go to the yamen to help the guests send the way to attract people, there is no shortage of people who can afford to go south and north, they live here with me, rest assured, and get used to living."

Mrs. Xu thought to herself: This is not sleepy, there are pillows, and she used to think about selling wholesale sausages, but now she wants to sell them and have them.

I could only smile and say yes to the store, pointing to Xu Youcang and introducing: "This is my son, please ask the store to set aside the small room we live in after a while, it is better to give it cheaper, and then he will deliver the goods next time, we will decide." Wait for him to bring some next time."

Becoming and becoming successful.

Mrs. Xu and her entourage are at the inn where they left under the gaze of the store after the store.

They didn't leave the city right away, and Mrs. Xu had to go to pick up the custom-made utensils and load them into the car before leaving.

After all the things were loaded, Xu Tianxin sat on the high cargo wearing a hat to protect herself from the sun and rain, carrying her small basket on her back, which contained instant noodles and pastries, as well as grapes, apples, and pears that her grandmother had washed for her, and a few oranges left, and a meat sauce jar in front of her.

In another car, Mrs. Xu wore a gray cloth headscarf, and also sat in a pile of cotton holding a jar, carrying a cross-body clothing burden behind her, salted duck eggs hidden in her change of clothes, and a bunch of intestines wrapped around her shoulders, her flesh was full of fragrance.

When crossing the city gate, everyone should get out of the car and show the officials the way.

The guards waved their hands to Mrs. Xu and Xu Tianxin in the high place, forget it, look at the two of you

Like, it's too hard to get off, don't mess with the old cow and turn over here.

Two days later, the group of people from Erdaohe Village never expected to be neighbors with Huo Jiajun in the wilderness.