"Why can't you eat it?"

Zhang Mingyuan also showed a hint of interest in Lin Zhou, who his father said, and asked.

"He went to the top of Qinhuang Mountain to sell porridge this week."

Zhang Mingyuan: ???

For a moment, Zhang Mingyuan suspected that he had gotten up violently early in the morning, and he was a little auditory hallucination.

Who's a good guy goes to the top of the mountain to sell porridge!

"According to what you said, this Lin Zhou's cooking skills are not bad, making steamed buns is delicious, and making porridge should be delicious, anyway, you have to climb the mountain every morning, you can continue to be with him."

Zhang Mingyuan still knows his father's work and rest habits quite well.

Since his retirement, he likes to climb mountains and fish, drink tea, play chess and other activities for his old age.

It's good to have someone with him now.

As for whether you will be deceived.

Zhang Mingyuan didn't worry about it at all.

His father has been galloping in the mall for so many years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the old fox can play with him.

Zhang Mingyuan dared to say that his rank was against his father's hope.

"Makes sense."

Zhang Jianjun was a little unhappy when he said to Lin Zhou that he couldn't climb the mountain together, but when he heard his son's idea, he became happy again.

When you are old, you are afraid of being lonely.

In the past few days, I have climbed the mountain with Lin Zhou, and now it is really a bit embarrassing to let him climb the mountain alone.

It seems that his father really likes this young man named Lin Zhou.

Zhang Mingyuan shook his head when he saw his father's happy look.

"I'm done, Dad, I'm going to work."

"Go, go, don't forget this week's blind date."

Zhang Jianjun was busy sending a message to Lin Zhou, without raising his head, he waved his hand casually, and sent his son away.

Zhang Mingyuan: ......

This father-son relationship is too weak!

......

On the first day of selling porridge, business was bleaker than Lin Zhou imagined.

From the morning to the afternoon, Lin Zhou carried the empty bucket down the mountain.

Even at noon, he drank the porridge he sold at the top of the mountain.

Lin Zhou felt that it was definitely not a problem with his craftsmanship.

It should be that the pricing of system tasks is high.

Let many people forget to stop.

Even if the porridge is delicious, most people will not try a bowl of porridge for 100 yuan.

Only people who come out to travel and spend money are willing to try it if they don't care about it.

When he got home, Lin Zhou decided to change to a smaller bucket tomorrow and prepare for less.

Otherwise, if he can't sell out, he won't want to come back, and the stall will take too long.

The task does not stipulate how many copies must be sold.

Only the time, food and price are stipulated, and there is still a lot of room for manipulation in the middle.

didn't sleep well, Lin Zhou took a shower and lay down on the bed when he got home, and slept first.

When I woke up, it was already late at night.

In the new week, he completely forgot about the diners who were waiting at the gate of Huaguo Mountain at 8 o'clock in the evening to eat steamed buns.

But the diners who didn't see Lin Zhou appear until eight o'clock experienced the same situation as after they couldn't find Lin Zhou's stall last week.

"No, isn't the owner of the bun stall here yet?"

"It's nine o'clock, won't you not come?"

"No, the boss obviously came over on time at eight o'clock every day."

"What's the situation? Do you know your boss and make a phone call to ask? ”

"They are all here to buy steamed buns, who knows the boss!"

", no, I've waited from six o'clock to nine o'clock, if the boss doesn't come, I'll really cry to death!"

“......”

In the crowd, Wang Chuanjuan and a group of square dance aunts were waiting in the square.

One of their dance troupes is now fans of Lin Zhou's steamed bun stall.

Every day, the square dance is stopped, and when the point comes, I wait in the square at the gate of Huaguo Mountain, waiting for Lin Zhou to set up a stall.

There are dozens of people in the square, standing and sitting, looking forward to it, and you can tell at a glance that they are all waiting for the bun stall.

I didn't expect the owner of the bun stall to come to set up a stall today!

So many people ran away!

"It's past nine o'clock, I'm afraid the bun stall won't come, right?"

"I guess there shouldn't be any buns to eat today, can you still dance?"

"Don't jump, go home and wash up and almost sleep."

"Hey, I was there every day last Sunday, why don't you come today."

Wang Chuanjuan didn't eat the buns, so she sighed regretfully.

The two daughters on the side also sighed.

"I'll check back tomorrow."

After the aunts finished speaking, they glanced at the location where Lin Zhou usually set up the stall, but it was still empty, so they packed their backpacks and prepared to go back.

The rest of the diners asked around, but no one knew the owner of the bun stall, and everyone couldn't find anyone, so it was useless to stay here.

People left one after another, and the square was empty in a few moments.

It's particularly bleak.

Because the steamed bun stall didn't come, many people who waited hungry for hours went to the fried skewer stall and barbecue stall next to it to buy something to eat.

As a result, the business of the owners of the fried skewer stalls and barbecue stalls tonight is not good.

What an unexpected surprise!

Unexpectedly, the bun stall could not come, but their business improved.

They also knew that it was their turn that there were too many people waiting for the buns, and they didn't eat until they were hungry.

Tomorrow the steamed bun stall will come over, and their business is expected to return to the state that no one cared about before.

But it's also good to be able to rub this wave of guests and make more money.

Even if they didn't eat the buns, they were a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, they made a lot of money, so that they would not be too uncomfortable.

Those who have waited for hours in vain and have nothing left are uncomfortable!

Sure enough, the misery is all contrasted, and when someone is more miserable than them, the mood is immediately much better.

When many people left, they still held the idea that Lin Zhou just didn't come today, and maybe he would resume setting up stalls tomorrow.

I didn't dare to think about the terrible thought that the bun stall would not come to set up a stall in the future.

......

Lin Zhou felt hungry when he got up.

I only drank porridge in the morning and at noon.

He had the illusion that he hadn't eaten for a day.

To say that there is another bad thing about living in a villa, it is inconvenient to order takeout.

The villa is quiet and remote at the same time, and some takeaway shops are basically not in the delivery area.

Lin Zhou glanced at the takeaway, there was nothing to eat.

I got up and cooked a bowl of clear soup noodles by myself.

In a few minutes, a bowl of delicious noodles was made very quickly.

After sucking and eating, I felt alive.

After eating and drinking, he also knew that his routine was completely messed up.

Take a nap in the afternoon and get up at night.

At the break, you can leave at one or two o'clock to buy ingredients wholesale ingredients.

By the way, what kind of porridge is sold the next day?

The salty porridge sold yesterday is now selling sweet porridge.

Sweet potato porridge?

Sweet sweet potato porridge, with its own sweetness, is a kind of porridge that Lin Zhou likes very much.

There is a home-cooked delicacy, and you can't eat it outside at all, it's just too home-cooked and ordinary, so there is no place to sell it.

To make sweet potato porridge well, the selection of ingredients is very important.

According to the recipe, you must choose a sweet and firm sweet potato, which tastes a lot like fried chestnuts with sugar.

Among the varieties of sweet potatoes, the most famous is "Houlonghong", it is said that this kind of sweet potato, the potato flesh is red like cinnabar, fragrant like a lotus lotus, and also has a sweet taste similar to honey, which can be called the best in potatoes.

Lin Zhou wasn't sure if he could buy it, so he could only go to the market to take a look.

......

When he arrived at the market, it was only two o'clock, and Lin Zhou shuttled in front of various stalls, looking for sweet potatoes.

As a full-level chef, he not only has the most complete and delicious recipes in the world.

There is also an innate ability to choose ingredients.

Among the various ingredients, he can pick the best ingredients almost without thinking.

"Auntie, how do you sell this sweet potato?"

In front of a large truck, a middle-aged couple is carrying sweet potatoes.

A whole whole car, the quality is very good.

The eldest lady heard Lin Zhou's words and greeted warmly.

"Handsome guy, how much? My sweet potatoes are all good varieties grown at home, although the price is more expensive, but the package is sweet, roasted, boiled and eaten are delicious, sweet and flowing honey. ”

Lin Zhou nodded and asked for a snakeskin bag.

This thing can be put in a lot, you can keep it and eat it slowly, not tightly, and you can also make sweet potato flour to eat.

When encountering good ingredients, Lin Zhou couldn't help but buy too much.

The business of a snakeskin bag is a small business for the wholesale market, and it is scattered.

The mosquito is also meat, and the aunt greeted happily, "Do you want a bag?" Buying more can give you a discount. ”

The wholesale market can also bargain, generally the more you buy, the more favorable the price will be given by the merchant.

Because the amount here is huge.

"No, I'll buy it and eat it myself, and I won't finish it if I have more."

Seeing that Lin Zhou was eating by herself, the aunt immediately stopped greeting.

It's a lot for one person to buy so many sweet potatoes.

"That's okay, go slowly~"

In addition to sweet potatoes, Lin Zhou also bought pearl rice, and different porridges are also particular about using different rice.

Pearl rice, also known as "fat rice", looks like a round fat boy, full of grains, white in color, oily and sweet in taste.

It is used to boil sweet porridge, which is more suitable.

Compared with salty porridge, sweet porridge takes a small and fresh route.

It's not as sticky as yesterday's porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork.

When Lin Zhou returned home, he washed the pearl rice first, poured it into an iron bucket, soaked it in mineral water, and then picked out some good-looking sweet potatoes to peel and cut into pieces.

A well-shaped sweet potato must have a smooth skin, oval shape, fat in the middle, and pointed at both ends.

The unpretentious skin is peeled off, revealing a golden sweet potato with a hint of sweet fragrance inside, cut into pieces and thrown into an iron bucket before fire.

When cooking, you have to boil on high heat first, boil until the rice grains bloom, and then boil slowly, after cooking, you can't open the pot immediately, you must use the residual temperature to continue to stuffy, so that the rice reveals gum, condenses a layer of soft and smooth porridge skin, is the perfect state.

The porridge skin can be gently picked up with chopsticks, just like a mask, which Chinese medicine calls "rice oil", which is the essence of porridge, nutritious and delicious.

The porridge was boiled, and during the stewing, Lin Zhou also made a few egg cakes, ready to eat them with sweet potato porridge.

Going to set up a stall without breakfast, he was sure that he would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain.

With yesterday's experience, he knew that he wanted to reach the top of the mountain at six o'clock, and if he still had the energy to spare, he should leave at least one to two hours for himself to climb the mountain.

Otherwise, if he was in a hurry like yesterday, he wouldn't be able to last two days, and his body would be sore.