Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Is it really that delicious?"

"Dad, it's true. We'll know when we try it later. Just use mushrooms, nothing else." Zhuoma emphasized again and again.

Today the whole family went out together.

Zhuoma mentioned Cao Wei's stall and wanted the whole family to try it.

The other fathers didn’t care, mainly because it didn’t cost money, they just exchanged it for mushrooms.

How much are mushrooms worth? There are so many of them on the mountain.

As long as you can change it, then change it.

As usual, we went into the mountains in two batches.

After going down the mountain for the first time, Zhuoma couldn't wait to pull her father to exchange for a bowl of mushroom soup.

Actually, Cao Wei meant that you bring the mushrooms, I will help you process them, and then I will pick out 10% or 20% of them as my own labor fee. But Qin Huairu said that this was not realistic. It takes a while to make mushroom soup, and not every family has the time to exchange. Moreover, this exchange is for a whole pot, so it is better to exchange the mushrooms directly for ready-made ones.

Later on, if someone is willing to let them process it, we’ll talk about it later.

This proposal was supported by everyone, which led to the incident where Zhuoma came over to exchange for a bowl of soup.

Drink a bowl of soup.

Zhuoma's father and mother were silent.

"How is it? Isn't it delicious?" Zhuoma licked her lips with satisfaction. She felt that this was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in her life. Even the fat chef in the town center was not as good as this boss.

Cao Wei smiled and said, "If you want to eat more, you can pick them yourself and bring them to me and I will cook them for you. But it will take some time, probably about an hour. There is a big pot."

Cao Wei pointed to the mushroom pot soup bubbling on the makeshift stove.

"Can you get any materials?" Zhuoma's father (hereinafter referred to as "Zhuoma's father") licked his lips. Obviously, the taste just now had conquered him. She spoke the half-familiar Mandarin and communicated with Cao Wei.

"Sure, sure. As long as it's food, I'll arrange it for you."

"for free?"

"Even if we don't want money, we still want a share."

"It should, it should."

After Zhuo's father finished communicating with Cao Wei, he turned around and saw his daughter and daughter-in-law looking at him eagerly. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go pick some today, and see if we can catch Kun. This soup will definitely taste good with Kun added."

"Great!"

A little kid came over timidly, carrying a bag in his hand.

Cao Wei recognized him as the child who came to exchange the mushroom pot soup yesterday.

"Uncle." the child shouted.

"What's the matter?" Qin Jingru came over and asked in a soft voice.

"This... this." The child held up the paper-wrapped thing in his arms: "Can I exchange it? I want to invite my sister to eat it."

"Yes, yes." Qin Jingru agreed before even looking at it. They don't rely on this to make money.

"Really? Then I'll go and bring my sister over!" The child answered and ran away.

"Here." Qin Jingru handed the thing to Cao Wei nonchalantly.

Cao Wei opened it and exclaimed, "What a good thing!"

"what?"

"Rice noodles."

"This is something."

"The ones in Yunnan are different." Cao Wei shook his head: "Oh, it's still Physalis rice noodles."

Rice noodles are available in many places, and the tastes vary. For example, Guangzhou's rice noodles and Chaozhou's rice noodles have similar ingredients. But in terms of the complexity of the production process, Yunnan's rice noodles are the most complicated. Yunnan's rice noodles are divided into dry rice noodles and winter rice noodles. Winter rice noodles go through many processes such as fermentation, grinding, filtration, steaming, and extrusion, and the lines are thick and tender.

This kind of rice noodle can be regarded as the king of rice noodles.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious. I'll make you some bridge rice noodles later."

"Can't we put it in the mushroom soup pot?"

"That's fine."

There is no particular requirement for what kind of pot you use to cook rice noodles. It doesn’t matter what kind of pot you use or what side dishes you add. It all depends on personal preference.

"Okay, since we've accepted this bundle, let's make a pot for the kid." Cao Wei rolled up his sleeves and started working.

The women had no objections. Sometimes, eating delicious food and enjoying beautiful scenery is one thing, but seeing others smile involuntarily after eating the food they made is also a very comforting thing.

The soup pot was bubbling.

Today was not like yesterday when no one was interested. On the contrary, under the advice of some children who were brave enough to try new things, many adults came to the stall to inquire about the mushroom pot soup. Many people also took out mushrooms to exchange for a bowl of soup. After drinking it, their eyes were bright and they planned to go to the mountains to get some and make a pot to try. The taste was really comfortable.

The little kid who had just put the rice noodles in the pot came over, and behind him was a little girl who was a head taller than him.

The little girl's eyes were empty, and she seemed to not be able to see the road clearly. She kept shouting, "Brother, slow down, slow down."

Behind the two children, there was a woman who looked a little haggard, but in good spirits. She followed silently without making a sound.

Everyone at the market recognized the baby and the girl. One of the uncles picked up the girl and said, "Little Mushroom, where are you going?"

"Uncle Aza." The girl responded.

The uncle was so happy that he couldn't see his teeth and eyes: "Come on, uncle will carry you for a ride, where are you going?"

"Over there, over there, I'm taking my sister to eat something delicious!" The little boy straightened his waist, crossed his hands, and was so proud that his nose was almost sticking out another ten centimeters, looking very arrogant.

"The new guy who makes mushroom soup? Is it delicious?" The uncle was stunned for a moment. He had smelled the aroma before, but he had never tasted it. The most important thing was whether the two siblings had been cheated.

"It's delicious. I exchanged it for the rice noodles I made myself!"

The little boy walked up to Cao Wei with great momentum, and seemed like a completely different person from his previous timid appearance.

"Boss, is my mushroom soup ready?"

"Okay, here, go sit over there and I'll bring it to you."

The arrival of the little boy and girl attracted a lot of attention at the market. People at the market were all from nearby villages and knew the family situation of the little boy and girl.

Cao Wei didn't care about other people's eyes.

He picked up the casserole, motioned Qin Jingru to bring the bowl and chopsticks, and walked over.

The little boy was stunned when he saw the whole pot.

"Boss, is this... so much?"

"Yeah, one for one. Your rice noodles are pretty good. I saw that they are of a very high standard."

"Really...really." The little boy's eyes lit up and he turned around: "Auntie, Auntie, Uncle Aza, come quickly, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Hey, kid, if you don't have so much, you might not want to treat me." The uncle joked.