I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

The aroma of fried skewers wafted across the street.

People in Huaizhenfang have never seen such extravagant food, the big pot is full of oil.Yin Xuan pays great attention to hygiene, not only the environment, but also the ingredients.

The oil used for frying can be reused, but at most one day, that is, if it is used today, it must be replaced with new oil the next day.

Although the cost will be higher, but compared with health, the cost is nothing.

Frying oil many times will produce a carcinogenic substance.

No matter how profiteering, you have to follow the most basic morals.

Freshly fried things are very fragrant.

After a while, a lot of people gathered in front of the paving, both men and women, they all had a common feature, they were all young, and they were just in the middle of their appetites.

Half-grown children eat poor old men
It's just that this group of people just watched, and no one asked the price.

The presentation is really good.

The wooden counter is clean, there are various brightly colored foods on the trays, and the built-up stove is also square.

Can something so clean and looking so good be cheap?
Don't ask the price, they can still look at it to satisfy their hunger.

If you ask the price, they can't afford it, and they can't even keep watching it to satisfy their cravings.

However, some people couldn't help it. After swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, they asked, "Miss Wang, what are you selling? Why is it so delicious? What is the price?"

The neighbors on this street know each other without looking up.

Mrs. Wang welcomed the guests with a smile: "This is fried skewers. Vegetable dishes cost a penny each, meat dishes cost two pennies, and my son's secret golden fruit costs ten pennies a piece."

They don't even think about ten cents a piece.

Don't look at the name of the golden fruit or something, if you can't afford it, you can't afford it.

On the contrary, one article or two articles can be considered.

The person who asked the price took a closer look, and muttered: "Is the portion of your bunch so small?"

Three slices of eggplant, three slices of green vegetables that cannot be named.

The meat dishes were just three slices hanging on a skewer.

In comparison, one penny can buy Hubing, which is about the size of a palm, and two pennies can buy a bowl of soup cakes cooked in broth.

The portion of fried skewers is indeed a bit small.

Mrs. Wang smiled, and tapped the iron pan lightly with the long chopsticks in her hand: "Look, these are all deep-fried. I said Zhang San, you have eaten oil since you grew up."

Zhang San blushed and muttered, but he has grown up so much, he has never eaten oil, all of them are boiled vegetable soup and corn, when has he seen oil and water?

He squeezed his purse, there was not much copper in it, so he had to save some money.

But the feet didn't listen, as if they were nailed to the pavement and couldn't move it.

Zhang San sighed, hesitated for a long time, hesitantly took out two coins from his purse: "Miss Wang, just bring me a bunch of meat."

To him, only a fool would become a vegetarian.

It's a good thing to eat a little meat if you eat vegetarian for most of your life and spend an extra penny.

Mrs. Wang picked up a bunch of pork belly and carefully put it into the oil pan. When there was a creaking sound, there was a burst of oil blossoms, and the aroma bloomed from the oil pan.

The people who looked around swallowed hard again.

Count one, two, three, four, five in my heart.

Mrs. Wang took out the pork belly skewers, controlled the oil for a while, poured some sauce on the skewers, and handed them to Zhang San.

Zhang San had been waiting impatiently for a long time. After receiving the pork belly skewers, he bit a piece of meat and tore it off. The sauce and the smell of meat melted into his mouth.

The long drought is like nectar.

He had never eaten good food before, and this little meat skewer gave his world a new flavor from then on.

The three pieces of meat were quickly torn off, and Zhang San didn't miss the sauce on it. He greedily sipped several sips of the skewer.

Fortunately, Yin Xuan had noticed this kind of problem a long time ago.

The sign specifically asked to do it well, otherwise, I'm afraid it would have been blood-splattered by now.

Looking at the sticks in his hand, Zhang San felt a little disappointed. This string did not satisfy him, but instead created a greater emptiness.

It turns out that there are such delicious things in this world.

"Miss Wang, do you still want this wooden stick?" Zhang San asked suddenly after standing for a long time holding the stick.

Wang shook her head.

Yin Xuan told her that there is no need to recycle the lottery. If it is a worthless thing, even if it is recycled, he will not be able to pass the test in his heart.

Zhang San heaved a sigh of relief, held the sign tightly, and walked back to his home step by step.This small stick will become his sustenance and longing for a better life for many days to come.

It's not that he doesn't have any money in his pocket, he still has some, but he can't use all of them to eat fried skewers. Once in a while, he will be very satisfied if he tastes such a skewer.

This bunch of fried skewers, half a bucket of corn, enough to feed his family for half a month.

A longing suddenly arose in his heart, a desire to struggle.In the past, he just muddled through his life. Today, he earned ten pennies from busy work, and his family made do with the northwest wind for a month.

If I earn twenty or thirty yuan a month, I can add some chicken, which is not meat, to the family, and I can buy a little wine for myself.

But he is still alive and walking dead.

Now he is eager to eat this kind of meat skewers every day, just like a nobleman in a restaurant, jumping up and down to ask for a full plate and pouring it full of sauce.

Is it worth fighting for such a bite to eat?
Zhang San's mouth and esophagus were telling him that it was worth it.

There is Zhang San who is the first person to eat crabs.

More and more people started to buy fried skewers. Of course, they bought one skewer or two skewers.

Wang's face was full of smiles, and she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Little things add up, and after an hour, she also sold nearly [-] cents—it was not comparable to her own son, but compared to her own before, it was too much to win.

There were no shortage of onlookers, all sniffing the aroma and greedily watching others eat.

Wang did not drive them away either.

They are all hard-working people, and smelling the fragrance will not make them lose a few coppers.

The sound of hoofbeats came from afar.

No one cared about the sound, and it is normal for noble people to pass by occasionally.

Until the sound of horseshoes stopped in front of Tongfu Restaurant.

A daughter Lang in a red dress got off her horse and looked at the facade of the restaurant.

"Tongfu restaurant."

"The first floor in the world."

These two signs seemed to be the place I was looking for.

Mrs. Wang was a little dumbfounded, she had never seen such a heroic girl, her daughter was dressed like a man, she didn't look obtrusive at all, she was very handsome with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

He came on horseback with a horizontal knife pinned to his waist.

Which rich family's girl is this?
When the girl entered the restaurant, she greeted her, "Where is the store?"

Wang was taken aback.

I didn't come to eat, but to find my son.