delicious master

Chapter 28 Erya Can't Be Thin

The busiest time in the morning is when the breakfast stall owners come in. After everyone is busy, it is Tang Xiaokang's turn. A large group of people come to Dongju in groups. Enough to be busy for a while.

But after these people leave in twos and threes, it will be much better.

After Gou Fu asked the question, he paid the money and left, and the other stall owners naturally understood the relationship between people and lovers, so naturally no one asked stupidly what to do with the mutton soup, it was all for business, Naturally understand the reason why secrets should be held in hand.

What's more, this is still a family handed down craftsmanship. In the past, it might have been passed on from male to female, and even my own family members might be on guard. If outsiders like them are chasing after the root of the problem, they are really a little brainless. up.

One by one, after drinking the mutton soup and warming up their bodies, they gradually left.

Every time you pay, everyone will subconsciously feel heartache and feel that it is a bit expensive.

But every time I finished eating, I completely forgot the heartache when I paid. I only left with a warm body and a smile on my face. This meal was really worth it.

Shakespeare once said that no one can escape the law of true fragrance, unless, without unless, even if it is not a person, it cannot escape.

The above is all nonsense, but looking at the winter melon subconsciously drinking goat milk while sleeping in front of him, Tang Xiaokang feels that this law should really be universal.

It's only been one morning, and the goat milk powder has been soaked for it three times. Tang Xiaokang is a little suspicious, whether he has brought a piglet back.

When the old man came here a few days ago, he heard that the Erya in the family was a little thinner, which made Tang Xiaokang worried.

Why did Erya lose weight? I don't know if it's enough to sell during the Chinese New Year.

During this period of time, the price of pork has skyrocketed. If Erya doesn't have enough to sell during the Chinese New Year, it is estimated that the family's big dish of slaughtering pigs this year will be in vain. For the Tang family, it will be an incomplete year.

And there will be no new Erya next year, and there will be less expectations for next year.

Suddenly, Tang Xiaokang found out that whether Erya could go out of the slaughterhouse smoothly was a very important matter for the entire Tang family.

In Lao Tangjia, only a big dish with pork can represent the wealth and success of the year. If there is not a pork dish that is enough to win the show on the Chinese New Year table, it will definitely be a failure.

Thinking of the level of the old man's cooking, Tang Xiaokang realized very deeply that the tradition passed down by the old Tang's family for so many years cannot be broken this year.

Otherwise, this year, I won't be able to taste the big dishes that the old man has exerted with great effort.

First, I sent a message to the old man Tang Youwei, telling him to take good care of the Erya at home.At the same time, Tang Xiaokang also told his father, Comrade Tang Qingbo, about this matter on WeChat.

Comrade Tang Qingbo, who is at the same level as his son Tang Xiaokang in the Tang family, immediately understood the meaning behind the message from Tang Xiaokang.

I also became anxious. If I can't eat the big dishes that the old man worked so hard to cook this year, it will definitely be a difficult year.

After thinking about it, I sent a message to my old man, asking him to take good care of Erya at home, and asked the company to send a batch of high-quality fruits and vegetables back to the countryside regularly in the past two months. One make up.

In Fat City, Hui Province, the old man was sitting in the yard in the countryside, looking at the two messages sent on his mobile phone, a little puzzled.

"What are you looking at, so lost in thought?"

Grandma Wang Cuihua, who just came back from playing mahjong, saw her old man staring at his phone in a daze as soon as he entered the yard.

Looking up, seeing his wife came back, Tang Youwei also expressed his doubts.

"You say it's strange. Today, Xiaokang and Qingbo both sent me messages asking me to take care of Erya at home. Qingbo also said that he would send someone to bring some food to Erya in the past few months, so that I can take care of Erya. It makes up for it."

"Anything else?"

Stepping forward, looking at Comrade Tang Youwei's cell phone, Grandma Wang immediately figured out what it meant.

"Oh, it's really hard for the two of them. It must be because the price of pork has risen outside. The two of them can't eat anything good, especially Xiaokang. I have to manage the shop in Dongju and Qingbo. The little bastard doesn't know how to help his son, see how hungry my poor grandson is, and I'm starting to miss Erya."

As she spoke, Grandma Wang handed the phone to Tang Youwei.

"This year's New Year's Eve dinner, you have to cheer me up and give me [-] points of strength. If my grandson is hungry, I will never finish with you! No, the aunt of the old grandson's family who just played mahjong will give me I bought some fresh radishes, and I will give Erya some of them to make up for, this year I must not let him starve, and I will feed my grandson!"

Tang Xiaokang, who lives far away in the east of Ningcheng, naturally doesn't understand that his grandma has begun to prepare a heavy love for him.

At noon, Hong Tao still came to Dongju on time to have a bowl of mutton soup, basically treating this place as a cafeteria.

Regarding Hong Tao's behavior of flaunting his wealth, Tang Xiaokang has always upheld a supportive attitude, and even hoped that he would come sooner or later. It is not easy to meet such a person with a mine at home.

"I said, Master Tang, when will the salt-baked chicken I tasted last time be served? I've been thinking about it for the past few days. My anxious mouth is already bubbling!"

Pointing to a blister on his lip, Hong Tao wanted to know if the delicious salt-baked chicken would still come out. Since he tasted it last time, he felt very ordinary when eating other meats, which made him die of pain .

If there is no comparison, there will be no harm, but if you can't get it after the comparison, it will hurt more deeply.

With a light glance, Tang Xiaokang felt calm.

"You drink too much mutton soup, and you are starting to get angry. If you have time, go home and eat more Guiling jelly to reduce the fire. Autumn itself is easy to get angry, and the mutton itself is dry, and the mutton soup is more beneficial." Blood, if you eat it every day, it’s no wonder you don’t get angry.”

"Your mutton soup is so delicious, I can't give it up. I haven't had anything else for so many years. I just like this one bite. It's so uncomfortable if you don't give it to me. I'd better go home and eat more tortoise paste to reduce the fire." Bar."

Smiling and talking to Tang Xiaokang, Hong Tao firmly stated that it is impossible not to drink mutton soup. Even if you, the boss, ask yourself, I still want to drink mutton soup.

"The price tag for the salt-baked chicken is already being made, and I think it can be sent today. It will take two days, and new dishes will be available in two days."

Tang Xiaokang didn't hide anything from Hong Tao who had tried the dishes. He glanced at his phone just now before the seller delivered the goods. It is estimated that the delivery will not be successful until the afternoon, and there is still a day or two before arriving in Ningcheng.

But thinking of Hong Tao's previous taste, Tang Xiaokang couldn't help but start to look around.

In the future, the delicious salt-baked chicken will start to be sold. You must find a suitable place to hide before you can serve Hong Tao, otherwise it will be a little dangerous.

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I still owe a chapter, I guess I can't make it up today T_T
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