Culinary Specialization through Farming

Li Maoshan brought back some fish from the fish pond, and Chen Yan cooked several fish-based dishes in one go.

A group of people ate in full swing. The only complaint is that the fish is too spicy.

"Boss, this boiled fish is really spicy, but the pickled fish is better."

Everyone gathered around the table, drinking water while eating.

“Sauerkraut and fish are more fresh, I like it.”

After Xiao Xin was so hot that she shed tears, she only focused on eating pickled fish.

Chen Yan put less chili in the sauerkraut fish, the slightly spicy taste is very suitable for everyone's taste.

A large pot of pickled fish was eaten up quickly, but there was a lot of boiled fish left.

Chen Yan saw that the others had stopped their chopsticks, and only Agui and Wang Saner were still eating boiled fish.There were satisfied smiles on the faces of the two, but the sweat was dripping from their foreheads, which showed that the spiciness was not enough.

When the two finished the boiled fish, the shop assistants who stopped their chopsticks early because of the spicy food looked at them with admiration.

"You two are too powerful."

"That's right, the spiciness is too high for you to be able to eat it."

Several people chattered, Xiao Xin hurriedly poured two cups of tea for the two of them.

Agui and Wang San'er just smiled, gulped down the tea, and then let out a deep breath.

"How about it?"

Chen Yan asked nervously, he did put enough chili in this boiled fish dish, after all, if it is not spicy, it will not be flavorful enough.

It was only after he ate it himself that he realized that the spiciness of this chili exceeded expectations, and even he didn't dare to eat much.

If it weren't for seeing the two of them eating happily, Chen Yan would be afraid that they would have problems eating, so he wanted to persuade them not to eat.

"Delicious." Wang San'er didn't say much.

Agui opened his mouth and was still exuding the spicy taste in his mouth. Seeing Wang Saner's stuffy gourd, he couldn't give any reliable opinions, so he had to say by himself: "Boss, this boiled fish is delicious. Although it is a bit spicy , but that’s what you want. If it’s slightly spicy like pickled fish, then there’s not much difference between the two.”

Wang San'er nodded in agreement.

"I know. There are differences between these two dishes. The spiciness is the first, and the ingredients are the second. The meat quality of the fish is also different." Chen Yan nodded, pointing to the pickled fish with only soup left, "This dish I have reduced the spiciness of the sauerkraut fish, some of you still find it a bit spicy. But if the fish is not spicy, it will lose its uniqueness.”

"Then it depends on the needs of the guests." Li Maoshan pondered for a while, "Didn't you think of a few degrees of spiciness for the guests to choose from? This is not suitable."

"En." Chen Yan responded, "These dishes are made according to different levels of spiciness, but I don't know what level of spiciness the guests can accept. Don't let me make them. If they don't like spicy food, then Trouble."

Chen Yan introduces new dishes every once in a while. The fresh, diverse and delicious dishes are deeply loved by diners, which is the main reason why his restaurant has such a booming business.

"Boss, you can see that we all have different tastes. Wang San'er and I prefer spicy food, Xiao Xin and the others can only eat mildly spicy food, and the other two don't dare eat at all."

As Agui spoke, he nodded at those people, and the shop assistants who were named all pouted at him.

"We call it light taste." A clerk who was named not to eat spicy food was a little unconvinced, "Eating light is good for your health."

"That's right, the boss doesn't often say to eat light and keep healthy."

"You two come here, don't think that I don't know that you are having fun secretly drinking and eating." Xiao Xin immediately revealed the truth about the two of them.

Seeing that they were making a fuss, Agui continued to say to Chen Yan: "I think, when the time comes, boss, you can adjust the level of spiciness and let the diners order according to their own taste. If they still think it's spicy, it's their own fault." You can't blame the boss for the problem."

This is also the method Chen Yan thought of from the beginning, after all, people here rarely eat spicy food, and it would be a bit embarrassing if someone cried when it was spicy.

However, the scene he just thought about casually actually happened.

Once the pickled fish and boiled fish were launched, they really attracted many diners.

On this day, there was a table of guests who were eating boiled fish.

"Boss... woo... still..."

A young man about 20 years old was crying while eating boiled fish. He was obviously very hot, but the chopsticks in his hand were still holding slices of fish into his reddened mouth.

The lips were already flushed red, and the tears in the eye sockets had not stayed for long before sliding down the eyelids.

The companions who came to eat with him felt quite ashamed when they saw his virtue.

"Don't eat it if it's spicy." The companion clamped his chopsticks for picking up the fish slices in the boiled fish bowl, and looked at the man with a good temper and amused, "You should eat something else."

The man retracted his chopsticks with all his strength, and glared at his companion with tears in his eyes: "I will eat it. What's the matter with the spicy food, I will eat it too." Then he called out the boss again.

When Chen Yan learned that a regular customer was crying while eating a portion of boiled fish, especially when he saw the other party's big face crying miserably, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Boss, bring me another boiled fish." The man opened his bright red mouth and yelled at Chen Yan, "I want this level of spiciness."

Hearing what he said, Chen Yan saw his companion winking at him, so he could only say, "I'm sorry, you still have more than half of it left, you'd better order it after you finish eating, it's not good to waste it."

The chopsticks that the man held in mid-air paused for a moment, looking at the slices of fish in the big red bowl, he chuckled, "All right, boss, you're right, I'll order after I finish eating." Turning around, he yelled at his companion, "You should eat, don't whine, it's still a slow meal."

His companion didn't dare to eat such a spicy boiled fish, and only tasted it carefully with the steamed fish between them. When the man urged him, he was also straightforward, and said directly: "Your ugly appearance has affected my appetite."

The man snorted: "How ugly am I, if you do this again, I won't invite you to dinner next time."

The companion pretended to be a man crying, and said with a smile: "Every time you ask me, but I don't pay the money in the end, you are so kind."

"Heh heh heh, I'll pay this time." The man choked, and took out the money angrily, "Boss, take it. Give me another portion of everything later, I'm happy to eat my own today."

Chen Yan was stuffed with money, and looked at the table full of dishes, and was amused by him.

"Don't laugh, I might be eating it, I'll keep it for you to eat it all." The man laughed as he said that he hadn't finished half of the dishes on the table. Bursted.

Pickled fish and boiled fish are loved by diners with different taste preferences, and Chen Yan can laugh out loud when he makes so much money in his dreams.

Li Maoshan was equally happy to see him counting the money every day in a happy manner.

"It's good to earn some money, but you also need to pay attention to your body, it looks like you've lost weight again."

Squeezing Chen Yan's slender waist, Li Maoshan's eyes were filled with deep pity.

"Are you thin?" Chen Yan put down the money that he had counted in his hands, and touched his stomach. He really felt that he was fat.

Li Maoshan took his hand and held it in his hand, and wrapped his other hand around Chen Yan's waist, and said in a low voice: "I'm thin, it's time to mend it."

A deep voice sounded beside his ears, with warm breath on his ears, Chen Yan felt a little itchy, and turned his head to avoid it.

"Just lie to me. I'm fat. Look, there's fat on my stomach."

"Is there any? No matter how I touch it, there is no meat. Let me take a closer look..."

"Oh? Don't take off my clothes, I still have to draw pictures..."

He also made an appointment with the master blacksmith to make a grill for fish tomorrow.

The next day.

Chen Yan took the time to draw a simple model diagram of grilling fish tools. This is a tool that he modified slightly based on modern tools to be more suitable for ancient times, including grilling fish racks, grilling fish clips, and grilling fish plates.

Grilled fish will serve as a replacement for pickled fish and boiled fish.

It's just that grilled fish is much more troublesome than boiled fish with pickled cabbage, not only in ingredients, but also in making tools.Chen Yan also looked for several blacksmith masters before he found a master who was skilled enough to help him make grilled fish tools.

It's just that no matter how skilled a person is, they don't know what the tools look like, so Chen Yan had to start drawing by himself.

"The drawing is a bit ugly."

Although he disliked his painter, Chen Yan still went to the blacksmith's shop with his proud work in mind.

The master blacksmith is a middle-aged uncle with a strong body. When Chen Yan arrived, he had just finished killing a pig knife.

The sharp blade glowed with a cold light, and the hair was easily broken into two.

The blacksmith uncle smiled with satisfaction, put away the knife, and waited for the pig butcher to come to pick up this special butcher knife.

"Uncle."

Chen Yan stood at the door and shouted.

The blacksmith uncle looked up and said with a smile: "It's just in time, I just finished my work."

Seeing Chen Yan coming in, he hurriedly reminded: "Be careful where you step, there are a few nails on the ground that I forgot to pick up."

"It's okay." Chen Yan replied, carefully avoiding the miscellaneous tools on the ground. He also saw a few nails and picked them up.

The blacksmith uncle cleared the table, asked Chen Yan to sit down, and poured him a glass of water.

Chen Yan took out the drawings from his pocket and spread them out: "Uncle, can you see how easy these tools are to make?"

The blacksmith picked up the blueprint and studied it.

"I'm not very good at drawing. If you have any questions, you can directly ask me." This thing is not available here. Chen Yan was afraid that he would not understand its use, so he explained it to him.

The blacksmith uncle finally tapped on the drawing of the grilled fish rack, and said, "I'll make one first, and then you can see if it looks like what you want."

Chen Yan nodded.

"That's troublesome uncle, I'll come back when you're done."

It's not difficult to make a fish rack, but it's the first time the uncle blacksmith has seen this kind of thing. The two made an appointment, and Chen Yan left the blueprint and went straight back.

It's just that Chen Yan left the blacksmith's shop, thinking that when the grilled fish tool was made, he would be able to make a small profit and then smile, but there was trouble at the food shop.

The author has something to say: This chapter makes up for yesterday's =-=

It's about time to update today's share at night.