After tasting it, Mo Jingchun felt a little light, but this was exactly the effect she wanted.

When she was cooking the pig's head, she invited Mo Qinglin, Gao's, and Mo He to taste the braised meat bought from the town, most of which were too salty, she thought that the stall owner might think that the taste was just right when cooking the meat, but the braised meat was soaked in the braised soup and sold, and it became salty after time of precipitation.

So when she cooks it, it tastes a little light, but it's just right.

She took a clean knife and divided the bones into different parts, cut the pig's ears into strips and put them in a pile, the tail and pig's trotters were chopped into small pieces, and the other parts were also sliced and arranged in piles.

Soon, the dismantled meat was piled up into several hills, and only a skeleton remained of a dozen catties of pig's head.

Adhering to the heart of not wasting it, it can be thrown into the braised soup and boiled, which can also add flavor to the braised soup.

Put the pig's head meat into the big bowl bought, each hit a spoonful of braised soup and soaked it, and went to the vegetable garden to pick a dozen cucumbers, a dozen garlic, and red peppers back, burned oil to chop the peppers and garlic and poured hot oil, cut the cucumbers into pieces and mixed them, divided into two parts, and added coriander leaves to one -

Some people are not used to eating this taste, so they divide it into two jars.

The braised meat and sauce were all ready, and Mo Jingchun finally smiled.

Intermittently busy from the afternoon to the evening, she sealed everything before going to bed to prevent the ashes from falling.

Mo He could clearly hear Mo Jingchun working in the kitchen in Gao's house, and she didn't understand: Mother just took the silver to Chun'er to go to Huohuo to play?

Thinking in his heart, he looked at Gao several times with desire to speak and stopped.

Gao Shi was impatient to hold everything in his heart like her, and said while talking: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Mo He hurriedly smiled: "Mother, it's okay, what can I do." ”

Gao Shi poked her: "I've hit three or four, what are you still in a daze?" ”

Mo He looked down and saw that it was really what Gao said. She lowered her head and hooked for a while, then put down the silk thread in her hand, and said, "Mother, can you earn back the money by giving Chun'er so much silver?" ”

Gao glanced at her: "You didn't eat your niece's cooking last night?" ”

"It's delicious, but," she muttered to herself: it's not enough to make money by cooking deliciously!

Gao Shi saw what she was thinking, and did not tell her that most of the current silver in the family was earned by Mo Jingchun, but just persuaded her not to think so much in her heart: "You are young, why don't you think about it as much as my wife?" Even if you can't sell it, you won't waste it if you take it back and eat it for a few days. ”

Mo He didn't say anything anymore when he heard it, but he still disagreed in his heart.

Gao looked at her like that and went with her, anyway, whether she could earn money or not Chun'er had her own number, and she wouldn't gamble all her belongings.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Mo Jingchun called Mo Qinglin to accompany her to the town.

Mo Qinglin pulled the cart and donkey borrowed from Liu, and Mo Jingchun carefully sat beside the braised meat to protect them from falling.

Walking to the town and paying the entrance fee, the two began to look for a place to set up a stall.

Finally, the two of them squeezed in next to a noodle stall, the owner of the noodle stall was a husband and wife, and when they saw that the two were young and came out alone, they kindly made some empty space for them, while trying to talk: "Yo, little brother, you and your sister came out to sell things by yourself?" What are you selling? ”

Mo Qinglin was helping Mo Jingchun tidy up, and replied to him with a grin: "Big brother, this is my niece, I came with her!" ”

"Oh, oh, oh, your niece," the stall owner and his wife took a closer look at them and boasted, "you two are really sensible, and the adults in the family will come out to set up their own stalls." ”

Mo Qinglin is cheerful and lively, Mo Jingchun is delicate and well-behaved, and the first impression of the elders on them is very good wherever they go.

Mo Jingchun smiled softly, and didn't explain that it was her own idea, but replied to the noodle stall owner's last question: "The braised pork we sell." ”

"Oh? Then you are heading back. ”

When the noodle stall owner heard what she was selling, he swore so confidently.

"Why, big brother, how do you know?" Mo Qinglin took a look at it curiously.

"The most famous braised pork stall on our street is there, No." It was the female stall owner who was busy scalding noodles who replied to him, "Almost no one buys the rest, so there used to be seven or eight braised meat stalls on our street, but now there are only two or three left." ”

Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin looked over with the female stall owner's flower head, and found that it was the one she bought yesterday, which was also a husband and wife stall, the man was tall and thin with a bamboo pole, and the woman was generally tall and round with a round face.

Mo Jingchun whispered: "Yesterday we ate the least salty one." ”

As soon as she said this, Mo Qinglin remembered, he let out a long "oh", and said, "It's better than other families, but I think it's lighter, not as delicious as my niece's marinade." ”

"Uncle!" Mo Jingchun was so angry that he secretly kicked him.

Mo Qinglin didn't know how to restrain the volume, although there were few diners, it attracted several nearby stall owners to hear it.

Everyone had eaten the braised pork, and they all thought it was delicious, and they couldn't help but turn their heads to see who was so confident.

When I saw that it was two and a half old children, I laughed, and felt that Mo Qinglin's "wild words" were really cute, and the pork stewed by the two children could be compared to other people's old stalls for more than ten years?

Mo Jingchun saw the smiles on their faces in disbelief, and felt normal in his heart, but this cooking is not something that can be won after a long time, mainly because of the word talent.

It's not that she was born so confident, but Aunt Hu and her husband often praise her for having a good tongue and a good nose.

A good cook is often a glutton, and she knows the key to a certain dish as soon as she tastes it, so it's no wonder that she is confident in it.

Mo Jingchun's braised pork was neatly stacked in a large shallow basin, and the sauce was placed next to it, and the owner of the noodle stall looked at it and said that he had an appetite, but he didn't know how it tasted.

The sun gradually rose, and sure enough, as the stall owners thought, the people who came to buy braised pork basically went to the old stall, and only a few people passed by the other two braised meat stalls.

And they are uncared for.

Some people are reluctant to try and make mistakes when they see the new braised pork stalls, and when they see the stall owners so young, they subconsciously feel that they are not delicious, so they ignore them.

Mo Qinglin was anxious, and when he saw the diners walking in front of him and no one stopped, he was so anxious.

Mo Jingchun reminded him several times not to stand up and block in front of the stall, and after a while, he got up again and walked to the front to look - embarrassed to let him sell.

Mo Jingchun sighed helplessly.

Then I heard a familiar voice sounding overhead: "Little boss, how do you sell braised meat?" ”

(End of chapter)