"Uncle knows about pepper?"

Lin Xiaoman checked on the Internet and found that when peppers were first introduced from foreign countries, they were called Fanjiao, but she didn’t expect that anyone here would recognize Fanjiao.

The man smiled and said, "I am the steamed bun seller across from you. My surname is Jiao. When I was young, I worked on a merchant ship and traveled all over the country. I have seen pepper in a small country far away. However, pepper is spicy and thorny in the mouth.

It hurts, but I’m not used to it. I just don’t know what kind of delicious food the little shopkeeper can make.”

Lin Xiaoman smiled mysteriously at him, "Uncle Jiao, wait a minute, I will definitely make this meal unforgettable for Uncle Jiao!"

Uncle Jiao smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'm going to try the little shopkeeper's craftsmanship."

Someone next to me laughed, "How old are you, little girl? Even if you learned cooking skills from your mother's womb, can you still compare with the chefs in the restaurant? Don't be so boastful!"

Lin Erhu glared at the man angrily, but Lin Xiaoman didn't care. He quickly took out the blanched chicken pieces, put them in a large basin to wash away the blood foam, and then took them out and drained them.

I also blanch the mushrooms I brought and fish them out.

Lin Xiao took out the lard can and scooped out a few tablespoons.

The white grease melted at the bottom of the pot, and someone swallowed their saliva, "The little shopkeeper dares to add so much lard, how can the chicken not be fragrant when fried?"

"Hey, I hope that spicy pepper won't ruin the good chicken and lard."

"Little shopkeeper, why don't you just fry the chicken and sell it, and don't add any pepper?"

"That's right, I put in so much oil, I don't need to make spicy food."

Lin Xiaoman couldn't laugh or cry, "Uncle, what I cook is spicy hot pot chicken. There's nothing outstanding about stir-frying it like this."

After saying that, he lifted the jar and poured about two bags of hot pot base into the big pot. People here had never eaten chili peppers and were afraid it would be too spicy. Lin Xiaoman had already reduced the amount on the basis of what she and Lin Erhu had eaten.

A lot.

If you meet someone who can tolerate spicy food in the future, you can also add a little more spicy base.

Add the onions, ginger and garlic and sauté until fragrant. Stir-fry the blanched mushrooms. Pour in the chicken pieces and stir-fry together. After all the chicken pieces are coated with spicy oil, add a large amount of water and cook together.

The spicy and spicy smell spread out, making the spectators sneeze one after another.

The smell was so overbearing that it made people feel uncomfortable. Everyone began to wonder if the chicken could still be eaten.

But after sneezing, I felt that the smell was irritating, but it had an indescribable fragrance, and saliva was secreted from my mouth.

It was almost noon, and the pungent smell wafted for most of the street. Many people came to inquire after smelling the smell. Lin Xiaoman said that the chicken would be stewed for another hour. Some left disappointed, while others stayed and wanted to try it.

Fresh.

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu moved all the tables and stools out of the shop, and each table was covered with a wooden board bought from the carpenter's shop.

Immediately, someone sat down at the table and waited. The most eye-catching one was a richly dressed young man in blue.

This man looked to be in his twenties, with a slender figure and extremely handsome appearance, but his face was frighteningly cold. Lin Xiaoman took one look and turned his face away, always feeling that if he looked at it for a while longer, this man would start to curse.

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Next to him sat a young man dressed as a bookboy. He was sixteen or seventeen years old, but his appearance was too rough and he was thick-set. He said he was a bookboy, but he looked more like a guard.

People kept asking when the chicken would be ready. Lin Xiaoman also felt that the chicken here was too old and could not be chewed until it was stewed for an hour. It was not as good as the chicken that was cooked in a short time over there.

Moreover, a chicken costs fifty yuan, which is not as cost-effective as the white-striped chicken that costs twenty or thirty yuan a piece over there. How about going there to buy chicken and cook it every day?

When the chicken was about to come out of the pot, Lin Xiaoman asked Lin Erhu to burn some charcoal in the earthenware stove and put it on the wooden board. She stewed a pot of radishes in a small earthenware pot.

When the radishes were ripe, Lin Xiaoman took out a bowl and put it on the table, and asked Lin Erhu to hand out bamboo sticks to others.

The first person who took the bamboo stick put a piece of radish into his mouth. He immediately looked strange. The next second, he fanned his mouth violently with his hand, and made a huffing sound from his mouth, "It hurts! This thing hurts!"

Prick your mouth!"

The man next to me also pricked a piece of radish with a bamboo stick, neither eating it nor putting it down. When he was hesitating whether to turn around and leave, he saw the man fanning himself for a while, then pricked a piece of radish with the bamboo stick in his hand and ate it.

After finishing the meal, he asked in a hissing voice: "Little shopkeeper, how do you sell this?"

Lin Xiaoman took out a washed earthenware pot, filled it with a pot of mushroom chicken nuggets, and added some soup. "This is fifty cents for a pot of chicken. You can refill the soup after the chicken is finished. It costs ten cents for each person. Here it is."

You can cook and eat whatever you want."

Everyone looked at it, and saw that one pot only contained a quarter of a chicken, and the amount of mushrooms was not very large. It was a little expensive, and it was barely enough for one person, but it was very impressive that for ten cents per person, you could eat whatever you wanted.

My heart is moved.

The first person to try it hesitated for a moment, "Little shopkeeper, can you just eat vegetables instead of chicken? Your carrots are more delicious than meat."

Lin Xiaoman thought for a moment, "It's a success, but it will cost an additional five cents for charcoal."

The man immediately took out fifteen cents and put it on the table, "I only eat vegetables."

Lin Xiaoman filled a pot of soup for him, put it on the earthenware stove, and handed him a large bowl, "You can pick up whatever dishes the guest wants to eat, and you can add more after you finish eating."

The man picked up the bowl and put in a few pieces of tofu and some radishes. After pouring them into the pot, he came over and put in a bowl of cabbage. Then he sat at the table and waited for the vegetables to be cooked in the pot.

The people next to me saw it, and some people also followed me and spent fifteen cents to eat a vegetable pot.

After hearing Lin Xiaoman say that a small bowl of chicken only costs 20 yuan, someone spent 15 yuan to buy a vegetable pot, and then spent 20 yuan to buy a small bowl of chicken and pour it into the pot.

Lin Xiaoman didn't expect that he could be so adaptable, so he praised this man's wit.

When the chicken entered his mouth, the man's tongue was numb from the spicy heat.

"It hurts so much, feels so numb, and feels so hot."

But even like this, he didn't want to spit out the chicken in his mouth. Instead, he chewed it for a few times quickly before swallowing it. Then he put another piece of chicken into his mouth and said while sizzling: "It's so fragrant!"

Seeing this person's reaction, those who were still watching also ordered a vegetable pot and a bowl of chicken.

There are also several people who order a chicken pot together, and each person pays 10 cents for the food.

Even the person who bought the vegetable pot at the beginning came over and bought a bowl of chicken and poured it into the vegetable pot. After eating, he said, "The meat is still more delicious than the vegetables!"

The cold-faced young man in green shirt asked his book boy to come over and buy two portions of chicken pot and two portions of vegetables, one for each of the master and servant.

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu only prepared ten pottery stoves. Some were still waiting for a table of guests to finish, while others just bought a bowl of chicken to eat.

Uncle Jiao from the steamed bun shop also wanted to come over and have a meal. As soon as he came over, he heard Lin Xiaoman say: "Uncle Jiao, I don't have steamed buns at home. You can go get some steamed buns and sell them."

Uncle Jiao didn't expect that he could still get business. He happily ran back to get the steamed buns. He and his son who were busy in the store steamed a few more steamed buns and prepared them. He forgot about eating hot pot chicken.

The back of my head.

A large pot of chicken had already been sold for 77% or 88% by now. Mr. Qingshan's table ordered two more chicken pots. Lin Xiaoman added enough chicken to their pot and saved them money for food.

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The book boy thanked him and went back to talk to Mr. Qingshan. Mr. Qingshan looked towards Lin Xiaoman.

I don’t know if it’s because of the delicious food, but the young man in green shirt’s face is not so cold anymore, but his face that was as white as jade before was turned red by the heat, his eyes are still full of moisture, and sweat is flowing down his cheeks and chin.

Trapped.
Chapter completed!