I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

After returning home, Ji Mingwen was already waiting for dinner at the door.

When she learned that Ji Mingwu was cooking the lunch, the little girl looked disappointed; but seeing so much pork on the trailer, her eyes lit up again, and she asked pleasantly, "Brother Moji, do you still eat meat tonight? "

"No, I'm going to set up a stall tonight. You can eat at home or I'll make pancakes for you." Yan Moji replied as he unloaded the pork from the trailer, "These meats are used for cooking. Braised goods."

Braised goods!

The little girl's eyes lit up again, she leaned forward and asked courteously: "Brother Moji, is there anything I can do to help?"

Yan Moji glanced at her, seeing through the little girl's unconcealable gluttony, and secretly smiled inwardly.After thinking about it, after preparing the marinade by himself in advance, there really isn't much hard work behind it, and it would be nice to ask Ji Mingwen to help, so he nodded:

"It's okay to help if you want to. I'll teach you after dinner."

After eating, Ji Mingwu went back to the carpentry workshop to process the wood. Yan Moji simply cut up some pork and pork offal, and then instructed Ji Mingwen how to wash the meat, rinse the water and other follow-up treatments, and see how well Ji Mingwen did it. When he was ready, he went to cook the semi-finished marinade that he had prepared before.

Yan Moji originally thought that a little girl of Ji Mingwen's age would hate dealing with these things, but he didn't expect that although Ji Mingwen looked disgusted, he still gritted his teeth and started doing it, but he kept mumbling something.

Yan Moji listened carefully, and the little girl muttered: "Braised pork, stewed large intestine, stewed pig's ears..."

Yan Moji: "..."

All right, little sister, as long as you are happy.

After Ji Mingwen has processed the meat and offal, put it on the pot and cook it slowly, then pour it into a jar with the marinade and seal it up, and then take it out and eat it after a while.

Yan Moji prepared several kinds of marinade with different flavors, and finally made four jars of marinade, sealed it up and said with satisfaction: "I can take some out to taste at night."

Ji Mingwen next to him was salivating because of the aroma that came out of the pot just now, and he couldn't help but look disappointed when he heard that he couldn't eat it until evening.

Yan Moji patted her head with a smile, and turned around to prepare the raw materials for the evening stall.

In the afternoon, Yan Moji was about to pack up his things and go out of the stall, when there was a knock on the door suddenly, and a strange man's voice sounded outside the door: "Does Mr. Yan Xiaolang live here?"

Looking for him?

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, went out and opened the door, only to see a simple and honest young man in black and gray shabby clothes standing outside the door, his body was stained with plaster, and he was holding a bundle of red branches and leaves tied with straw ropes in one hand .

The simple and honest young man saw the door opened, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "But Mr. Yan Xiaolang from the pancake stand?"

Yan Moji probably had an idea in his mind, and said with a smile, "Is it Dalang from Zhao Wajiang's family? Please come in."

Zhao Dalang waved his hand: "Father is still waiting for me to go to work, so I won't go in. Here are the rusty leaves that Dad said to send over, you can take them back."

When Yan Moji went to Zhao Wajiang's house yesterday to discuss the business of renovating the shop, he happened to see Zhao Wajiang drinking a kind of red water that he had never seen before. It smelled sweet and refreshing, so he asked casually; Zhao Wajiang is a bold person , I immediately said that I would send him a bundle of rusty leaves... I didn't expect that my son Ding would send it the next day?

Yan Moji took the rusty leaves and wanted Zhao Dalang to come in for a drink, but Zhao Dalang was in a hurry to go back, so Yan Moji had to let him wait, and ran back to the kitchen by himself to fish out a few pieces of marinade from the marinade jar The meat and stewed large intestine were cut and wrapped, and taken out to Zhao Dalang:

"Zhao Dalang, here is a snack I just made, take it back for you to try."

Zhao Dalang originally wanted to refuse, after all, these rusty leaves can be picked casually in the woods outside the town, but the family can't afford refreshing tea, so they cook it to make do with it, so what's the value in exchange for food?

It's just... the oily paper bag in Mr. Yan Xiaolang's hand exuded a strong fragrance, which made Zhao Dalang swallow subconsciously, and the words of refusal were held in his mouth and he couldn't say it out.

This... What kind of food is this, how can it be so fragrant?

It smelled like stewed goods, but Zhao Dalang grew up so big, he had never seen such a fragrant stewed goods before he tasted it, and his mouth began to drool through the oiled paper bag.

Seeing Zhao Dalang swallowing his saliva, Yan Moji couldn't help feeling satisfied with his unregressed craftsmanship, and passed the oiled paper bag forward in his hand: "I've cut it all up, you can take it back, it just so happens Help me taste it and see if I can sell it."

Just for this fragrance, a large group of people are willing to pay for it just by smelling it!

Zhao Dalang subconsciously felt that it was embarrassing for him to show his greedy face, but the food smelled so delicious, Yan Xiaolang-jun said so again, so he had to take it with a blushing face, and thanked him repeatedly.

In the evening, as soon as Zhao Wajiang came home from work, he smelled a strong fragrance of marinade in the house, which made his already drumming belly feel even hungrier and thirsty. "What did you eat today, how can it be so delicious?"

The old wife of Zhao Wajiang came out with a plate, and said with a smile: "Da Lang went to Yan Xiaolang Jun's house to deliver rusty leaves, and Yan Xiaolang Jun sent some stewed meat and stewed intestines, which smelled delicious. I thought that my daughter-in-law would not be able to eat after she became pregnant. , and made some appetizers."

"Made by Yan Xiaolang's family?" Zhao Wajiang understood, "I heard that he is going to open a restaurant, it seems that this craftsmanship is indeed very good!"

This stewed meat is rich in taste, fragrant but not oily, and everyone in the Zhao family has a round belly for one dinner. The daughter-in-law of the Zhao family, who was unable to eat due to pregnancy and lost a lot of weight, made an exception and ate more. They didn't vomit after eating, but the Zhao family was overjoyed and made up their minds to buy some to eat when Yan Xiaolangjun's shop opened.

The old lady of the Zhao family even praised how delicious Yan Xiaolang's stewed pork was when she met everyone when she went out. Before Yan Moji knew it, his stewed pork became a signature.

In the past few days, Yan Moji has repeatedly adjusted the marinade according to the stewed meat that came out of the altar, striving to make every taste perfect, so greedy that the little girl Mingwen ran to Ji Mingwu's house as soon as it was time for dinner. Can't stop it.

Of course, Yan Moji also asked the little girl to take some of the stewed goods out of the altar for the old couple of the Ji family to taste, and also gave some to Aunt Zhang and the owner of the tea shop. good.

In addition to braised pork, Yan Moji also prepared some convenient snacks, and tried to choose the types that are rare in this town, striving to have both delicious and novelty.

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A few days later, all kinds of preparations were made, and on an auspicious day, Yan Moji's gourmet shop finally opened.

The sound of firecrackers shook the sky, the spacious door was opened on both sides, and a black lacquer plaque hung on the door, with the words "Assorted Food" written in big characters.

This is the name of Yan Moji's gourmet restaurant in his previous life.

After Yan Moji's unremitting publicity for a while, the store opened today, and many regular customers and curious new customers who passed by came in to have a look.

I saw that the small shop looked clean and tidy. There were rows of counters on both sides against the wall. There were various kinds of food in various ceramic square plates. On the left were some stewed pork, pig ears, On the right are meat dishes such as sausages; on the right are snacks such as fried biscuits, jujube paste cakes, and chicken cakes; there are also several large earthen pots placed on small clay stoves, and the half-open pots exude a strong aroma.

A wall in the middle was hollowed out halfway, so that people who entered the door could directly see the scene in the back kitchen. Yan Moji and Aunt Zhang stood in the kitchen, happily waiting for the guests to order.

As soon as the first guest came in, he sniffed and looked around in surprise: "Hey, what makes this smell so fragrant?"

When they arrived in front of the counter, the guests were amazed. On the wall behind the counter, there were rows of wooden signs. The wooden signs were vividly carved with various food reliefs. Every detail must be seen. The lingering strong aroma in this store makes people want to taste it.

A little girl stood at the counter and asked with a smile, "Guest officer, what do you want?"

She pointed to the assortment of wooden signs on the wall behind her, "These are all the food in the store, and they are all delicious. Would you like to try them?"

Yan Moji entrusted Ji Mingwu to carve these wooden plaques. After he discovered that his brother Wu's carving skills were superb that day, he first made up the poignant story of "the master woodcarver lived in seclusion because of a broken leg", and then immediately I thought of asking Brother Wu to help make this kind of alternative "menu".

After all, people in this era are not very literate, and most restaurants rely on the waiters to report the names of the dishes. Yan Moji did not plan to make this kind of restaurant, so why not make a copy of those delicacies as they are, and ask Brother Wu to carve a model for reference Come out and use it as a menu.

The guests who entered the store were all amazed by these exquisite food wood carvings, and they all ordered their favorite delicacies, and then sat down at the small square table.

The arrangement of tables and chairs in the lobby has been carefully calculated by Yan Moji, and every table can see the scene in the kitchen.He purposely dressed up to make his eyes look better. When he spread the pancakes, his movements were chic and handsome. With his current young and handsome face, with a confident and bright smile, he attracted the attention of many guests.

The new store opened, with Yan Moji's accumulated popularity, the small store was quickly overcrowded, and the seats in the lobby were already taken up, and many people could only buy takeaways.

For today's opening, Yan Moji specially prepared a lot of new snacks, such as easy-to-make Roujiamo, simple and delicious grilled cold noodles, and multi-grain pancakes of various colors spread in advance.

Every kind of food is carefully selected and carefully adjusted by Yan Moji.

Aunt Zhang has learned a few simple snack recipes from Yan Moji in the past few days, and she is basically competent now, but on the first day of opening, the two of them were still too busy to wipe off their sweat, and the movements of their hands never stopped.

On the first day when the store opened, all the customers who entered the store were very satisfied with the food. All kinds of special foods that have been seen and never seen before, not only look good, but also taste delicious. While eating, you can enjoy the little boss's smooth flow Action, extra enjoyment!

And after entering the store, each table was given a small pot of green tea, which is fragrant and pleasant, with a slightly bitter taste. People can't help but want to drink a few more glasses.

"Little boss, the things in your store are really good!"

"Why is this stewed pork so much better than other places!"

"Give me another serving of that Roujiamo, I'll take it home and give it to my mother-in-law to taste!"

"That red tea, can I have another pot?"

Such a full popularity has attracted curious passers-by to come in, and within a long time, the reputation of "Assorted Food" has spread.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to brother Moji for mentioning his first shop after Moji three chapters! _(OvO」∠)_

Coach, I want to eat stewed pig ears (/YwY＼)