"Uncle knows about peppers?"

Lin Xiaoman checked on the Internet that the chili pepper was called pepper when it first came from abroad, but she didn't expect that someone here would recognize the pepper.

The man smiled, "I am the one who sells steamed buns opposite you, my surname is Jiao, I used to work with merchant ships when I was young, and I have traveled to some places. Pepper was seen in a small country far away. However, the pepper is spicy and stinging in the mouth, but I am not used to eating it, but I don't know what kind of delicious food the little shopkeeper can make. ”

Lin Xiaoman smiled mysteriously at him, "Uncle Jiao, wait, it will definitely make Uncle Jiao's food unforgettable!" ”

Uncle Jiao smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'm going to try the craftsmanship of the little shopkeeper." ”

Someone next to him laughed, "How old is your little girl?" is to learn cooking from the mother's womb, can it be compared to the chef in the restaurant? Don't talk big! ”

Lin Erhu glared at the man angrily, but Lin Xiaoman didn't care, and quickly took out the blanched chicken nuggets, put them aside in a large basin to wash off the blood foam, and then fished them out and drained them. He also blanched the mushrooms he had broughched and fished them out.

Taking out the lard jar, Lin Xiaoman dug a few large spoonfuls all over the ground.

The white grease melted at the bottom of the pot, and someone swallowed their saliva, "The little shopkeeper dares to put so much lard, can the chicken not be fragrant when it is fried?" ”

"Hey, I hope that Rausch pepper doesn't ruin the good chicken and lard."

"Little shopkeeper, why don't you fry the chicken and sell it, and don't add any peppers?"

"Yes, yes, with so much oil, I don't have to make spicy flavors to eat."

Lin Xiaoman couldn't cry or laugh, "Uncle, what I make is spicy hot pot chicken, there is nothing brilliant about stir-frying like this." ”

After speaking, he picked up the jar and poured about two bags of hot pot base into the cauldron, the people here have never eaten chili peppers, they are afraid that they will be too spicy to accept it, Lin Xiaoman has already reduced a lot of amounts on the basis of what she and Lin Erhu eat.

If you encounter something spicy in the future, you can also add a little more spicy base.

Add green onions, ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, stir-fry the blanched mushrooms, pour the chicken pieces into it and stir-fry together, until all the chicken pieces are coated with chili oil, add a lot of water and cook together.

The spicy and spicy smell wafted out, choking the crowd and sneezing.

The smell was so domineering that it made people feel a little uncomfortable, and they all began to wonder if the chicken could still be eaten.

But after sneezing, I felt that the smell was irritating, but there was an indescribable fragrance, and there was even more saliva secretion in my mouth.

At this time, it was almost noon, and the smell of choking people floated for most of the street, and many people came to inquire about the smell, and heard Lin Xiaoman say that the chicken would be stewed for another hour, some left disappointed, and some stayed to try it.

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu moved out the tables and stools in the shop, and on each table was a wooden board bought from the carpenter's shop.

Immediately, someone sat down at the table and waited, and the most striking of them was a richly dressed boy in a green shirt.

This man looked about twenty, with a slender figure and an extremely handsome appearance, but his face was frighteningly cold. Lin Xiaoman twisted his face back after a glance, and always felt that if he looked at it for a while, this person was about to open his mouth to scold.

Next to him sat a young man dressed as a scholar, sixteen or seventeen years old, but his appearance was too rough, and he was five or three thick, and he was more like a guard.

Someone next to him kept asking when the chicken would be good, and Lin Xiaoman also felt that the chicken here was too old, and he couldn't bite it if he didn't stew it for an hour, and it couldn't be cooked after a while.

Moreover, a chicken costs fifty yuan, which is not as cost-effective as a white-striped chicken that costs twenty or thirty yuan a piece. Why don't you go there every day to buy chicken and come back to make it?

When the chicken was about to come out of the pot, Lin Xiaoman asked Lin Erhu to burn some charcoal in the pottery oven and put it on the wooden board. She stewed a pot of radishes in a small clay pot.

When the radish was ripe, Lin Xiaoman took out a bowl and put it on the table, and asked Lin Erhu to hand out bamboo sticks to people next to him.

The first person who took a bamboo skewer pricked a piece of radish and put it in his mouth, immediately looked weird, and the next second he fanned the wind in his mouth with his hand, and his mouth made a snorting sound, "It hurts!" This thing pierces the mouth! ”

The person next to him who also tied a piece of radish with a bamboo skewer was not eating, nor was he putting it down. When he was hesitating to turn around and leave, he saw that the man fanned for a while, and then tied a piece of radish with a bamboo stick in his hand and ate it in his mouth. ”

Lin Xiaoman took out a washed clay pot, filled a pot of mushroom chicken nuggets, and added some soup to it, "Such a pot of chicken is fifty wen, and the chicken can be refilled with soup after eating, and each person can add ten yuan, and the dishes here can be boiled and eaten casually." ”

Everyone looks at it, a pot is only a quarter of a chicken, the amount of mushrooms is not very much, it is a little expensive, and one person can barely eat, but it is very exciting to eat vegetables for ten cents per person.

The first person to try it hesitated for a moment, "Little shopkeeper, don't eat chicken, only eat vegetables?" Your turnips are better than meat. ”

Lin Xiaoman thought for a while, "Success is success, but it will cost you another five cents of charcoal fire." ”

The man immediately took out fifteen cents and put it on the table, "I only eat vegetables." ”

Lin Xiaoman served him a pot of soup, put it on the pottery stove, and handed him a big bowl, "Whatever dishes the guests want to eat, they will add it after eating." ”

The man picked up the bowl and sandwiched a few pieces of tofu and some turnips, poured them into the pot, and then came over and sandwiched a bowl of cabbage, and then sat at the table and waited for the vegetables to cook in the pot.

The people next to him saw it, and some people followed to eat a vegetable pot for fifteen yuan.

After listening to Lin Xiaoman say that a small bowl of chicken costs only 20 yuan, and someone spent 15 yuan to buy a vegetable pot, he spent 20 yuan to buy a small bowl of chicken and poured it into the pot.

Lin Xiaoman didn't expect to be able to be flexible like this, and praised this person's wit.

When the chicken was eaten, the man's tongue was tingling with spicy.

"It hurts, it's numb, it's hot."

But just like that, the chicken in his mouth was not willing to spit it out, but chewed a few times quickly before swallowing, and then put a piece of chicken in his mouth, and said while hissing: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Seeing this person's reaction, those who were still watching also ordered a vegetable pot and a bowl of chicken.

There are also a few people who order a chicken pot together, and then pay ten yuan per person.

Even the person who bought the vegetable pot at the beginning came over and bought a bowl of chicken and poured it into the vegetable pot, and praised it after eating, "The meat is still better than the vegetables!" ”

The cold-faced boy in the green shirt asked his scholar to come over and buy two chicken pots and two vegetables, one for each master and servant.

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu only prepared ten pottery stoves, some were still waiting for the guests to finish eating, and some directly bought a bowl of chicken to eat.

Uncle Jiao from the steamed bun shop also wanted to come over to eat a pot, and as soon as he came over, he heard Lin Xiaoman say: "Uncle Jiao, I don't have steamed buns at home, you go and get some steamed buns to sell." ”

Uncle Jiao didn't expect that this would still be able to get business, so he ran back to get steamed buns happily, and steamed a few more baskets of steamed buns with his son who was busy in the store, but he forgot about eating hot pot chicken.

A large pot of chicken had been sold by this time, and the young man in the green shirt ordered two more chicken pots at the table, and Lin Xiaoman added enough chicken to their pot, and also exempted them from the money for eating vegetables.

The scholar thanked him and went back to talk to the boy in the green shirt, and the boy in the green shirt looked at Lin Xiaoman.

I don't know if it's because of the delicious food, the face of the young man in the green shirt is not so cold, but the face that was like white jade before was spicy and red, and there was still moisture in his eyes, and sweat was dripping down his cheeks and chin.

It can be seen that this person loves spicy food, but he is not good at eating spicy food.