Ji Mu was too anxious after returning, "This person is gone, what about the restaurant? If it doesn't open, it will lose money every day."

"Your father is sick again." She said, turning around again. "No, I have to go to them one by one."

Ji Huai pulled her back, "Don't waste your effort. Since they have this mind, how can they stay? Unless it is processing money, but if it is added, our family will lose more."

"Don't worry, I will think about it."

Ji Mu's face was sad, and she was restless.

Father Ji wants to drink "medicine" every day, and the restaurant is the only source of income. Although it has fallen, it still has income. If it breaks, they will have nowhere to go.

"Cough cough cough."

Ji's father's voice kept coming from the room, and his hoarse and feeble voice called Ji's mother's name.

Without the help of the maid, Ji Mu had to prepare meals for the whole family. She rarely entered the kitchen in the past. During this time, she was tortured enough.

After finally comforting Father Ji, she went out, smelling a scent from the kitchen, "confused" in her eyes, raised her foot and walked over.

I only saw her son standing in front of the stove and working, the hay was burning and the smoke was choking.

Ji Huai’s clothes were stained with soot, and his hair was a little messy. His movements were rusty and stiff, which made Ji’s eyes wet.

Because they are old enough to have a son, the two doted on him. When did they suffer such suffering?

She tried to wipe her tears, and quickly stepped forward, "Leave your mother here, you can go outside and wait, the kitchen is so smokey that it makes your eyes dirty."

"No, I'll make it soon." Ji Huai said as he lifted the lid, a strong aroma hits, he quickly stir-fried it twice, and the braised pork with sticky gravy was poured into the bowl.

Ji Mu looked over, her "color" was darker, but she didn't seem to be fuzzy, and smelled very good, "This is?"

Compared to cooking, she was more surprised that Ji Huai, who had never been in the kitchen before, could cook it. Although it didn't look very good, it was not easy.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe it.

"Broiled pork, mother can taste it." Ji Huai took the dish aside, raised his hand and said, "It is written in the book of grandfather that the pork meat is cut into small pieces, blanched and removed, put in cold water, and stir-fried with sugar until sugar. Color", then add green onion and ginger"

He spoke slowly, explaining the steps one by one. At the end, he was a little excited, "So, the braised pork has a full taste, and the meat is not fat! Not greasy, it melts in the mouth."

Grandpa Ji used to be a chef in a big family in the city, and he was also accepted as an apprentice by a master chef.

After returning to open the restaurant, he also thought about the "color" of his own dishes. In the past, the Jijia restaurant was quite lively, a well-known long-established brand in the town.

And Ji's father is not that piece of material, the recipes in the study have never been turned over, and many of them are lost. Since the death of Grandpa Ji, the restaurant has started to go downhill, and can't compete with others. The two couples are honest and friendly, the partners are listless, and the business is getting worse and worse.

Ji Mu was persuaded by him, holding a piece of slightly black meat with chopsticks, and already thinking about how to comfort Ji Huai who was excited.

It should be very salty, should she show it?

At the moment of the entrance, she only felt that the juice was thick and soft, the salty sweetness was moderate, the fleshy skin was somewhat elastic, but it was just right, she suddenly raised her head to look at Ji Huai.

This is definitely better than the restaurant Yang Mian made, more than several times better.

Seeing Ji Huai's eyes also have expectations, she gave a strong affirmation.

Immediately afterwards, as if encouraged, the other party removed the steamer and took out a few steamed buns from inside, "Mother, try this again."

When Ji Mu was eating, he said again, "Lamb and cabbage buns, add a little salt to the noodles, gluten, kick it, dip in water to make the noodles glow, "knead" the noodles, soak the noodles in hot water, soak the peppers in water, and remove the mutton , Add the cooking wine to "color", seasoning and fresh, green onion, **** and garlic"

When he was talking, Ji Mu had already tasted it, it was tender and juicy, and the mutton oil had fainted, soft and juicy, not greasy.

"Fried vegetarian dishes, the color needs to be green, the heat is the key, take the cabbage for example"

While he was talking, he fried a piece of cabbage for Ji Mu on the spot, and the "color" that was copied was naturally green, looking light, and it tasted crispy and sweet.

"The restaurant business is not good now. If it is forced to retain workers, I am afraid that it will depend on the face. If we don't stay, we can't open it. Therefore, if we want to continue to open, someone in our family must bear the burden and learn to cook. "Ji Huai said, and continued, "I used to read the recipes my grandfather put in the study, just for fun, now I want to study hard."

"If you save money, you can earn "medicine" money for your father. If the mother thinks this bun is okay, I will make more of it tomorrow and sell it at the entrance of the restaurant."

In fact, he has read Grandpa Ji's recipe, but he bought a small kitchen **** program with the system and integrated it into one.

! His current cooking skills are not inferior to the master chef who has been in charge of cooking for decades, but his movements are slightly rusty, and more contact will be better, which also appears more real.

How could Ji Mu say no? This steamed bun is the best steamed steamed bun she has ever eaten. It is this braised pork. If the "color" is changed, it will be great.

She thought it was feasible, and she looked at him in a blink of an eye, "I really want to sell buns? I'm afraid it's wrong. If outsiders see it, they will definitely talk about you, or else, think about ideas and let people do it?"

He was also considered a young master, and he showed up and sold steamed buns, which made her feel very distressed. Their restaurant was reduced to selling steamed buns at the door.

Ji Huai: "How do other people do it? What kind of face is there now? What is more important than father's "medicine" money? I should do it by opening the restaurant early."

After hearing his words, Ji Mu couldn't help crying again.

There won't be a pot of water at home. If it can't be sold, it's fine. You must make money to get Ji's father's "medicine" money.

Later that night, Ji’s mother told Ji’s father about the matter, "I have to try it. You can’t eat it. I have eaten three. Huai’er worked hard and made three flavors, which taste better than what I bought on the street. It’s a hundred times more delicious."

Listen carefully, it seems reasonable.

Their old Ji family was born with food.

Early in the morning, when Ji Huai was just getting up, Ji Mu was already dressed and came to help him. She smiled and said, "Don't dislike your mother. Although your mother can't do it, she has quick hands and feet and can do a lot of work."

How can she hold her back?

"How dare I say you? You are the wife of the restaurant." After Ji Huai finished speaking, he started to work.

Because it was the first day, I didn't dare to try too much, so I made fifty meat buns and fifty steamed buns.

In the lively market, there were shouts one after another.

A stall was set up in front of the Ji’s restaurant, and I saw the proprietress of the restaurant and her son standing in front of the bamboo steamer. Look at this posture. Are they selling buns?

It has long been heard that Jijia Restaurant is almost out of business. It seems to be true.

Father Ji is already in bed, mother and son! All of them are made as steamed buns and sold out. The food in Jijia Restaurant is really bad. Can steamed buns work?

Of course not.

"Sell buns."

"Savoury steamed buns, one steamed bun, two savory steamed buns and one savory steamed bun 　"

People come and go, no one stays in front of the Jijia Restaurant.

Ji Mu was full of self-confidence, and her eyes revealed anxiousness. Why did no one buy it? Have a taste, her buns are delicious.

Opposite the Jijia restaurant, a woman is sitting at the window on the second floor. She is wearing a light green "color" long dress, with a hosta in her hair, a jade bracelet on her hand, and rouge gouache on her face. Took Xiaojia Biyu, gently shaking the fan, looking at the mother and son at the stall downstairs, irritability rose in his eyes.

"It's all reduced to selling buns." Yun Shiqiao felt embarrassed, black face, "Do they think they can sell buns if they make them? If they can sell them, everyone will make buns. Do you want me to marry someone who makes buns?"

Hearingly, Qiao Xin beside her also looked over. She was dressed a little bit inferior to Yun Shiqiao's "color", a simple plain "color" skirt, no decorations on her head, a face with melon seeds, and a straight nose. The lips are white and the teeth are red, and they look beautiful and kind.

Her beauty makes people feel very comfortable. It is not amazing at first, and the more you look at it, the more attractive it is. If you dress up a little, you can also make people look at it more when you walk on the street.

Qiao Xin saw Ji Huai downstairs at a glance. His body was straight, his thin lips were slightly pursed and he looked at the crowd, his face was calm, and her eyes were inevitably worried.

"Mother!" Yun Shi happened to see the He family coming over and acted spoiled. "Look at the Ji family, now they are all reduced to selling steamed buns. I can't sell them. If I marry him, I won't live anymore."

"Keep your voice down." He walked over, glanced out of the window, and reprimanded softly, "You have been married to Ji Huai. This marriage is a no-brainer. Saying such things is heard by others, and your reputation is still Do you want?"

After she finished speaking, she spoke to Qiao Xin, "You go down and help first."

Qiao Xin knew that this was pushing her away, nodded, turned and left.

"Mother!" Yun Shi happened to see her leave and acted like a baby again, "I don't marry this kind of person. If I marry in the past, it's better to let me die."

"Ji Huai has no abilities. What will I do when I marry him? I must be starved to death, laughed at by others, and have to serve my in-laws. I don't want to."

! "It's also bad luck." He also lowered his face, "I thought it was good. Ji Huai's "sex" is also easy to handle. After all, there is still such a big restaurant, but the result is an empty shell, not as good as ordinary people. The betrothal gift is inconsistent. Marriage will definitely suffer. However, the Ji family is short of money now. Give them some money and ask Ji Huai to come home and retire. It will not affect you."

"That's not easy? This bun will not be sold at all. It must be a serious loss. I heard that his father can't drink the "medicine". After some time, he will be too poor, and his daughter will give him some money. , Let him come to the door to divorce.” Yun Shiqiao said confidently, with contempt in his eyes, “I don’t even look at him. I thought someone would buy some buns if I just made them? He couldn’t sell any of them.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Huai lifted the white cloth, picked up a mutton cabbage bun, broke it in half, and placed it on top.

The fragrance of the minced meat diffused, and a strong man in coarse linen stopped and looked at the half of the buns on top of him, "How can this be sold?"

The brawny man was still hesitating, and just about to refuse, he stuffed it into his hand, "Taste, our house opened on the first day, no money, no money, no money."

After the strong man took it, he took a bite.

The buns are soft and glutinous, the meat is fresh and not greasy, it is indeed amazing, adding a lot of seasoning, but retaining the unique smell of mutton.

People who came and went didn't buy it, and saw someone standing in front of the Jijia restaurant and laying down to watch a joke.

Who is responsible for the bad taste? It's better not to buy.

Amidst the people's doubts, the strong man stuffed the remaining bit into his mouth again, admiring him, "Your kid made a good bun. Give me two more."

"Okay." Ji Mu laughed happily and hurriedly opened up.

Those who are watching are dumbfounded, really good?

Wouldn't it be a helper? The food at Jijia Restaurant is not so special. It's mediocre and even a bit unpalatable. Will the cooked buns be delicious?

Seeing a few people hesitate, Ji Huai handed another piece of the broken bun to a man, "Big brother, try it, it's newly opened today, lamb and cabbage buns, don't sell it or you don't need money."

The man himself hesitated whether to buy it or not! Taste it, half of it was given away, thank you.

"Come and taste it. Steamed buns cost one cent, mutton and cabbage bag two cents." Ji Huai picked up another one. This time it was divided into four parts, handed it to the person next to him, and returned to a little boy.

When Yun Shi saw this by chance, he coldly snorted, "It's really stupid. I can't sell it. I even give it away for free. No matter how it is, I can't sell it. What is it doing? I want to see what he is doing. What a fool."

"I will look for him when I live, and he will definitely agree to divorce."

"At that time, my mother will find you a more satisfactory husband's house." He also felt so.

The two stood in front of the window and looked at each other, thinking that they could see the scene of no one in front of the Ji's stall, but there were more and more people who had never wanted to buy buns.

"I want one."

"This bun is really good, with plenty of stuffing and pure taste."

Some men tried it in the street and bought another one.

There were more and more people watching, and more people were buying. Ji Mu was too busy to work, and the smile on her lips never stopped, "Now, right now, there is a steamed bun, right?"

"Good good, three cents."

"Here you are."

In a short period of time, the steamed buns and steamed buns were sold out.

There are others who want to taste it and are unwilling to ask, "Is it gone? Are there all gone? I only sell one."

"Nothing. Tomorrow, do more tomorrow." Ji Mu apologized, "I'm really sorry."

Just now Jihuai gave the little boy a little and a half to come over, was held by his father, and said to Ji Huai, "Brother, your buns are so delicious, I will come to your house to buy them tomorrow."

"Good." Ji Huai answered him with a smile.

Children never lie, right?

People who didn't buy buns just a while ago regretted it. They had long known that they would not wait and see. So many people said it was delicious and it should not be fake.

The smell just smelled good.

I didn't expect the Ji family kid to have such a hand, but thinking about it carefully, Ji family has also opened a restaurant for decades, and it must be a bit crafty.

Yun Shiqiao upstairs in the inn was dumbfounded, "Why? No one bought it before, so how could it be sold out all at once? How could it be possible?"

If it's sold out, doesn't the Ji family have income?

Isn't she going to marry?

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