Nie Ling'er pointed out the shortcomings of Hou's pickling method without mercy, even the inferior soy sauce that she scorned from the beginning.

It’s not that she meant to disparage Hou’s pickles, but because these are indeed the current problems of Hou’s pickles. A century-old pickle brand still tastes like this after its development. It is indeed worthy of Hou’s reflection.

Although the current knowledge of Dazhao people about food is far from enough, these shops and chefs who make food cannot be satisfied just because of this.

As the creators of delicious food, chefs are obliged to improve people's understanding of delicious food through the improvement of their own skills. Only in this way can the national food culture progress.

If we are just satisfied with the status quo, how many years will an unpalatable pickle like Hou's have to monopolize the market? Nie Ling'er feels sad when she thinks about it.

This is the sense of mission and responsibility that she cannot shake off as a top chef who loves food.

At least Nie Ling'er can guarantee that the customers who have eaten at her pickle stall will never think that Hou's pickles are delicious again, because after eating better ones, the taste will become more sophisticated, so just ask for it.

It will become higher.

This is a kind of progress, survival of the fittest. When there is a better one, the less good ones will be eliminated.

These merciless words deeply irritated Hou Yulang, but looking at the indifferent expression on Nie Ling'er's face, he knew that this girl had no ill intentions.

She seemed to say these words that hurt Hou's signature casually, but in fact she was reminding herself that Hou's pickles are not tasty enough. At least in front of this garlic eggplant dish, all Hou's pickles are relatively lagging behind.

If it is not improved, it will be eliminated by the market one day.

But Hou Yulang had doubts in his heart. When faced with a rural girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, did he really need to seriously consider her words?

Hou's has been able to monopolize the pickle industry for hundreds of years because of its taste. Now this girl is brazenly saying that Hou's tastes bad, and Hou Yulang is naturally unconvinced.

Because at least so far, there is no other pickle brand that can threaten the status of Hou's pickles. Now that the method of making garlic and eggplant is also monopolized by them, Hou's is still the ceiling of the pickle industry!

Thinking of this, Hou Yulang couldn't help but calm down his expression and said to Nie Ling'er: "The masters in the store must already know this production method. I will let each of them do it once to see if they can make it exactly the same."<

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"If we encounter any problems in the future, we will come back to you to solve them."

Seeing Hou Yulang evading the important and ignoring what he just said, Nie Ling'er knew that he had wasted his thoughts and words.

But that's all she said, and she wouldn't say anything else. She nodded slightly and told the masters again: "The amount of salt is the key. If the final product is sour, it means that there is not enough salt. Adjust it yourself."

Just one click and it’s done.”

"This pickle itself is not difficult. As long as you are more comfortable with the amount of salt in the future, you won't make any mistakes again."

Hou Yulang glanced at Zhi'an, who nodded and gave Nie Ling'er a thousand taels of silver notes.

Only this time, Zhi'an was a little reluctant, because the garlic eggplant recipe was so simple, and he thought he could make it too.

Such an easy pickle recipe was actually bought by the young master for two thousand taels!

But Nie Ling'er feels at ease, because according to the traditional inertia of making pickles from Hou's pickles, if you add a bunch of things that are and are not, I am afraid that you will never be able to make this pickle that only adds salt.

The principle of simplifying complexity obviously does not apply to the Hou family, so Nie Ling'er can feel at ease with this money.

What should be done was done and what was said was said. Nie Ling'er collected the banknotes and nodded slightly to Hou Yulang as a farewell, and then left Hou's Pickles with Nie Xuan.

"Sister, you scared me to death when you just said those words."

As soon as he went out, Nie Xuan couldn't help but whispered: "Didn't you see that the faces of those pickle masters changed after listening to your words. And the young master's face also didn't look good."

Hearing this, Nie Ling'er couldn't help but chuckle and patted her younger brother's head: "Although my sister's words don't sound good, they are also a reminder to them. I thought the young master of the Hou family was a wise man. I thought highly of him.

Got it!"

What Nie Ling'er said was true. She originally had some expectations for Hou Yulang, thinking that he might listen to her words, so that Hou's pickles could reach a higher level.

But he obviously didn't, and he made a mistake.

I looked up at the sky and saw that dark clouds were rolling in, as if a storm was about to come.

It was still early, and Nie Ling'er had already made plans for coming to town today. She immediately said to her younger brother, "Let's go to the animal farm and have a look."

The so-called animal society is a place where livestock is sold, including cattle, horses and sheep.

When Nie Xuan heard this, his eyes lit up: "Sister, our family wants to buy a bullock cart?"

Nie Ling'er smiled and nodded: "It's time to buy one. Borrowing the ox cart from the second uncle's family is not a long-term solution. When the autumn harvest comes in a few months, the second uncle's family will also have to use the ox cart, so we

Every family has to buy it sooner or later."

"That's what sister said." Nie Xuan said with a smile.

No trouble for Nie Yong this time, Nie Ling'er and Nie Xuan inquired all the way to the livestock club in Changling Town. There was a long street full of shops selling livestock.

Because there are dozens of villages attached to Changling Town, the business of this livestock company is very prosperous. It is basically the peak season all year round. Of course, the income increase is more obvious during the autumn harvest.

It was the first time for both of them to come to the livestock club in the town, so they didn’t have any goals and simply went straight into the first store.

Just looking at two cows, Nie Ling'er clearly felt that the store owner was not a real person. A cow was priced at twelve taels. Although she didn't know how much the cows cost in the market, Nie Ling'er felt that the store owner gave her the impression

It wasn’t good enough, so I didn’t buy it.

Before leaving, the store owner was still shouting from behind whether he wanted Shiliang, but Nie Ling'er didn't hesitate.

I went to the restaurant across the street again, and the shopkeeper was actually a woman.

When the woman saw the two underage children entering the store, she couldn't help being slightly stunned, but she still greeted them enthusiastically.

"You two want to buy a cow?"

Nie Ling'er nodded: "Can you show us your cattle?"

"Of course, come with me!" the woman greeted, turned around and took the two of them to the backyard cowshed.

"These are pure-bred large cattle. They are strong and obedient, and they don't pick their feed. Just like you doing farm work in the countryside, you can just let them eat some tender grass in the fields on weekdays. In autumn and winter, it is no problem to feed them straw or coarse feed.
Chapter completed!