Chapter 14
On the second day at 7a.m., Deputy General Zhao led two soldiers down the mine mountain without haste.
"Customer, I have sheep tongue today. Come and have a bowl!" Mrs. Sun smilingly greeted. According to her thinking, Deputy General Zhao would eat sheep tongue today since he didn’t yesterday.
Deputy General Zhao frowned. He ate so many meat pancakes yesterday morning and drank a lot of wine with his colleagues in the evening. He had no appetite at the moment.
"Come and sit down. You haven't come to eat our mutton soup for a good few days. Our small business isn’t easy." Mrs. Sun spoke as she invited the three of them to the stall.
Since she was so enthusiastic and he hadn't eaten sheep tongue for a few days, Deputy General Zhao took two steps over.
At this moment, the long-faced soldier behind him suddenly said, "Oh, the little lady's family actually made congee today."
When Mrs. Sun heard these words, she wished she could sew up that soldier's mouth.
That soldier happened to see it and casually mentioned it.
Deputy General Zhao was taken aback. Congee? What congee?
He turned his head and looked over. The same big earthenware pot entered his sight. However, today the stew in the earthenware pot wasn’t meat, but a pot of white rice congee.
The rice congee was bubbling. It seemed the rice oil had already been boiled out. It looked extremely light, but the scent that only belonged to white rice wafted along with the wind. So refreshing to the heart and lungs.
Before Deputy General Zhao could react, his legs had already left for Jiang Yun Zhu's stall.
"Customer, don't go. I've fished out the sheep's tongue for you, Customer!" Deputy General Zhao had already left. Mrs. Sun could only stand there with pointed eyes.
After a while, she threw the sheep's tongue back into the soup pot as if venting her anger. This business can't go on!
Mrs. Chen had been keeping an eye on Deputy General Zhao. When Jiang Yun Zhu said this morning that she wanted to sell congee, her heart skipped a beat. What's so good about congee? Can it sell earthquakes?
The result was that as soon as Jiang Yun Zhu's congee came out of the pot, there were quite a few people who bought it. It seemed that the sales were no worse than the meat pancakes.
Still, she was still very worried about whether Deputy General Zhao would buy it or not. He was a big customer!
Just now, Deputy General Zhao was about to go to Mrs. Sun's stall and she was almost in despair.
At this moment, Deputy General Zhao came over. The expression on her face hadn't adjusted yet. She asked a little awkwardly, "Customer, there is raw boil beef congee today. Do you want to try it?"
"Raw boil beef congee?" Hearing it made him want to drink it.
"Yes, this kind of congee was the best way to warm the stomach and nourish people." Mrs. Chen learned from Jiang Yun Zhu.
"Okay, give me a bowl." Deputy General Zhao simply replied.
"I want a bowl too." The long-faced soldier was thinking, if it was just plain congee, he wouldn't drink it. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be beef congee. So he had to try it.
"I want a bowl too." The other soldier followed up.
"Okay, three bowls of raw boil beef congee." Mrs. Chen called Jiang Yun Zhu excitedly.
"Okay, wait a moment. I'll be right away." Jiang Yun Zhu crisply responded.
Then she swiftly took out three small earthenware pots and put them on the stove. She scooped the white rice congee into the small earthenware pots. Once the rice congee bubbled, oil, salt and other seasonings were put in. Then the prepared beef was sprinkled and mixed around.
In five minutes, the beef changed color. Sprinkle chopped green onion on top and the three bowls of raw boil beef congee were ready.
The whole process was smooth like flowing clouds and running water.
Deputy General Zhao and the others watched her making congee and smelled the aroma of the congee. They felt that the congee must be delicious. When the congee was served, it was still bubbling and all the rice grains were blooming. The smell of beef mixed with the fragrance of green onion and rice. They all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Using a spoon, they scooped up a spoonful of rice congee. The rice congee was soft and glutinous with a strong grain fragrance.
They consumed a piece of beef. The beef was tender and indescribably delicious.
The congee was very hot, so they had to drink it in small sips. It seemed that only in this way could they slowly savor the taste of the congee.
After finishing the three bowls of congee, the three of them felt warm all over. If the hulatang was said to be domineering and made one energetic for a while, this raw boil beef congee was like a warm spring, making one feel comfortable from the inside out.
"This is good stuff. Let them try it next time." Deputy General Zhao smacked his lips. He was talking about his two colleagues who weren’t as good at drinking as him. They were probably still dizzy at the moment. If they can drink such a bowl of congee...
No, why wait for the next time.
"Can you make two servings of this congee for me to take it to the mountains?" He asked Jiang Yun Zhu.
"Of course." Jiang Yun Zhu answered. If he was willing to pay, she could even find someone to send it to the mountain.
Takeaway? She can do it!
"Hee, now they have to thank me." Deputy General Zhao slapped his thigh and grinned.
Jiang Yun Zhu cooked congee immediately. Fearing that the smell of congee would be scattered on the road, she handed the earthenware pot to Deputy General Zhao.
Deputy General Zhao didn't need the soldiers behind him and carried two earthenware pots by himself. His hands were as big as cattail fans, so it was effortless for him to carry two earthenware pots.
The long-faced soldier paid the money. He walked up the mountain with his long legs.
He was very fast. Once he reached the mountain, the congee inside was still bubbling when he opened the lid of the earthenware pot.
"Where did this congee come from?" A thin deputy general surnamed Li asked.
"It is definitely not made in our kitchen. Dogs won't eat anything made in our kitchen." The black-faced deputy general surnamed Bao said.
"Then you, who eat the food cooked in the kitchen every day, are a dog?" The thin Deputy General Li amusedly asked.
As soon as these words came out, all three of them laughed. Then it stopped suddenly. Their heads! They drank a little too much last night and now they were still aching.
"Drink congee, drink congee." Deputy General Li urged.
After taking a sip of congee with a spoon, "Elder Brother Zhao, this congee is good. It seems that I have to thank you this time. You still know to bring us congee."
"When have I not thought of you when there’s something good." Deputy General Zhao said with a roll of his eyes. his face was full of complacency.
After a while, the two bowls of congee were finished. Deputy General Li and Deputy General Bao felt comfortable and scraped the bottom of the pot with a spoon. It was so delicious, they couldn't get enough!
Mrs. Chen received the money from the long-faced soldier. Her face was full of smiles.
While tidying up, she said to Jiang Yun Zhu, "We made too much congee today. I thought we would bring back leftovers. Who would have thought that the customer ate three bowls by himself and took two bowls away."
Her words carried joy from nothing being wasted and money was made.
Jiang Yun Zhu actually wanted to say that she made those two extra bowls for Jiang Family. Last night, their family was busy until midnight and got up so early this morning. Everyone only slept for more than three hours. They should eat a bowl of beef congee to nourish.
Forget it. Since it was sold, it was sold.
At this time, Mrs. Chen asked again, "What shall we sell tomorrow morning? Beef congee, meat pancakes, or something else?"
She listened to Jiang Yun Zhu now.
"If there is beef in the town, let's sell beef congee." Jiang Yun Zhu answered. She wanted to drink beef congee.
She now had a business direction. Hulatang and Youmotou were for a long time. These were mainly sold to the common people. Meat pancakes, beef congee or other things can be changed around. She can do whatever she wants. This way, she’ll make it with interest and the customers will find it innovative. Why not do this?
They were lucky today. There was beef at the butcher's stall in the town. Jiang Yun Zhu bought two jins and made the decision. En, she won’t make raw boil beef congee. She suddenly wanted to drink beef congee with smooth eggs.
It was already very late at night. Everything in Changshi Village was quiet, except for Jiang's house at the front of the village. It was still lit and hot smoke was coming out of the chimney.
On the road not far away, two horses galloped over out of nowhere. Two people were on them. They were dressed in all black and seemed to blend in with the night.
Soon they arrived at the front of Changshi Village and saw the lights of Jiang's house.
"It smells so good!" Yang Sheng raised his nose and looked into Jiang's courtyard. His stomach growled.
Shen Feng Ming also looked toward Jiang's courtyard.
"We've already arrived at the Wuling Mine. Why don't we stay here and inquire for information slowly." Yang Sheng suggested.
"I think you want to eat other people's food." Shen Feng Ming ruthlessly exposed him.
Yang Sheng chuckled, got off his horse, and knocked on the door of Jiang's house.
On the second day at 7a.m., Deputy General Zhao led two soldiers down the mine mountain without haste.
"Customer, I have sheep tongue today. Come and have a bowl!" Mrs. Sun smilingly greeted. According to her thinking, Deputy General Zhao would eat sheep tongue today since he didn’t yesterday.
Deputy General Zhao frowned. He ate so many meat pancakes yesterday morning and drank a lot of wine with his colleagues in the evening. He had no appetite at the moment.
"Come and sit down. You haven't come to eat our mutton soup for a good few days. Our small business isn’t easy." Mrs. Sun spoke as she invited the three of them to the stall.
Since she was so enthusiastic and he hadn't eaten sheep tongue for a few days, Deputy General Zhao took two steps over.
At this moment, the long-faced soldier behind him suddenly said, "Oh, the little lady's family actually made congee today."
When Mrs. Sun heard these words, she wished she could sew up that soldier's mouth.
That soldier happened to see it and casually mentioned it.
Deputy General Zhao was taken aback. Congee? What congee?
He turned his head and looked over. The same big earthenware pot entered his sight. However, today the stew in the earthenware pot wasn’t meat, but a pot of white rice congee.
The rice congee was bubbling. It seemed the rice oil had already been boiled out. It looked extremely light, but the scent that only belonged to white rice wafted along with the wind. So refreshing to the heart and lungs.
Before Deputy General Zhao could react, his legs had already left for Jiang Yun Zhu's stall.
"Customer, don't go. I've fished out the sheep's tongue for you, Customer!" Deputy General Zhao had already left. Mrs. Sun could only stand there with pointed eyes.
After a while, she threw the sheep's tongue back into the soup pot as if venting her anger. This business can't go on!
Mrs. Chen had been keeping an eye on Deputy General Zhao. When Jiang Yun Zhu said this morning that she wanted to sell congee, her heart skipped a beat. What's so good about congee? Can it sell earthquakes?
The result was that as soon as Jiang Yun Zhu's congee came out of the pot, there were quite a few people who bought it. It seemed that the sales were no worse than the meat pancakes.
Still, she was still very worried about whether Deputy General Zhao would buy it or not. He was a big customer!
Just now, Deputy General Zhao was about to go to Mrs. Sun's stall and she was almost in despair.
At this moment, Deputy General Zhao came over. The expression on her face hadn't adjusted yet. She asked a little awkwardly, "Customer, there is raw boil beef congee today. Do you want to try it?"
"Raw boil beef congee?" Hearing it made him want to drink it.
"Yes, this kind of congee was the best way to warm the stomach and nourish people." Mrs. Chen learned from Jiang Yun Zhu.
"Okay, give me a bowl." Deputy General Zhao simply replied.
"I want a bowl too." The long-faced soldier was thinking, if it was just plain congee, he wouldn't drink it. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be beef congee. So he had to try it.
"I want a bowl too." The other soldier followed up.
"Okay, three bowls of raw boil beef congee." Mrs. Chen called Jiang Yun Zhu excitedly.
"Okay, wait a moment. I'll be right away." Jiang Yun Zhu crisply responded.
Then she swiftly took out three small earthenware pots and put them on the stove. She scooped the white rice congee into the small earthenware pots. Once the rice congee bubbled, oil, salt and other seasonings were put in. Then the prepared beef was sprinkled and mixed around.
In five minutes, the beef changed color. Sprinkle chopped green onion on top and the three bowls of raw boil beef congee were ready.
The whole process was smooth like flowing clouds and running water.
Deputy General Zhao and the others watched her making congee and smelled the aroma of the congee. They felt that the congee must be delicious. When the congee was served, it was still bubbling and all the rice grains were blooming. The smell of beef mixed with the fragrance of green onion and rice. They all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Using a spoon, they scooped up a spoonful of rice congee. The rice congee was soft and glutinous with a strong grain fragrance.
They consumed a piece of beef. The beef was tender and indescribably delicious.
The congee was very hot, so they had to drink it in small sips. It seemed that only in this way could they slowly savor the taste of the congee.
After finishing the three bowls of congee, the three of them felt warm all over. If the hulatang was said to be domineering and made one energetic for a while, this raw boil beef congee was like a warm spring, making one feel comfortable from the inside out.
"This is good stuff. Let them try it next time." Deputy General Zhao smacked his lips. He was talking about his two colleagues who weren’t as good at drinking as him. They were probably still dizzy at the moment. If they can drink such a bowl of congee...
No, why wait for the next time.
"Can you make two servings of this congee for me to take it to the mountains?" He asked Jiang Yun Zhu.
"Of course." Jiang Yun Zhu answered. If he was willing to pay, she could even find someone to send it to the mountain.
Takeaway? She can do it!
"Hee, now they have to thank me." Deputy General Zhao slapped his thigh and grinned.
Jiang Yun Zhu cooked congee immediately. Fearing that the smell of congee would be scattered on the road, she handed the earthenware pot to Deputy General Zhao.
Deputy General Zhao didn't need the soldiers behind him and carried two earthenware pots by himself. His hands were as big as cattail fans, so it was effortless for him to carry two earthenware pots.
The long-faced soldier paid the money. He walked up the mountain with his long legs.
He was very fast. Once he reached the mountain, the congee inside was still bubbling when he opened the lid of the earthenware pot.
"Where did this congee come from?" A thin deputy general surnamed Li asked.
"It is definitely not made in our kitchen. Dogs won't eat anything made in our kitchen." The black-faced deputy general surnamed Bao said.
"Then you, who eat the food cooked in the kitchen every day, are a dog?" The thin Deputy General Li amusedly asked.
As soon as these words came out, all three of them laughed. Then it stopped suddenly. Their heads! They drank a little too much last night and now they were still aching.
"Drink congee, drink congee." Deputy General Li urged.
After taking a sip of congee with a spoon, "Elder Brother Zhao, this congee is good. It seems that I have to thank you this time. You still know to bring us congee."
"When have I not thought of you when there’s something good." Deputy General Zhao said with a roll of his eyes. his face was full of complacency.
After a while, the two bowls of congee were finished. Deputy General Li and Deputy General Bao felt comfortable and scraped the bottom of the pot with a spoon. It was so delicious, they couldn't get enough!
Mrs. Chen received the money from the long-faced soldier. Her face was full of smiles.
While tidying up, she said to Jiang Yun Zhu, "We made too much congee today. I thought we would bring back leftovers. Who would have thought that the customer ate three bowls by himself and took two bowls away."
Her words carried joy from nothing being wasted and money was made.
Jiang Yun Zhu actually wanted to say that she made those two extra bowls for Jiang Family. Last night, their family was busy until midnight and got up so early this morning. Everyone only slept for more than three hours. They should eat a bowl of beef congee to nourish.
Forget it. Since it was sold, it was sold.
At this time, Mrs. Chen asked again, "What shall we sell tomorrow morning? Beef congee, meat pancakes, or something else?"
She listened to Jiang Yun Zhu now.
"If there is beef in the town, let's sell beef congee." Jiang Yun Zhu answered. She wanted to drink beef congee.
She now had a business direction. Hulatang and Youmotou were for a long time. These were mainly sold to the common people. Meat pancakes, beef congee or other things can be changed around. She can do whatever she wants. This way, she’ll make it with interest and the customers will find it innovative. Why not do this?
They were lucky today. There was beef at the butcher's stall in the town. Jiang Yun Zhu bought two jins and made the decision. En, she won’t make raw boil beef congee. She suddenly wanted to drink beef congee with smooth eggs.
It was already very late at night. Everything in Changshi Village was quiet, except for Jiang's house at the front of the village. It was still lit and hot smoke was coming out of the chimney.
On the road not far away, two horses galloped over out of nowhere. Two people were on them. They were dressed in all black and seemed to blend in with the night.
Soon they arrived at the front of Changshi Village and saw the lights of Jiang's house.
"It smells so good!" Yang Sheng raised his nose and looked into Jiang's courtyard. His stomach growled.
Shen Feng Ming also looked toward Jiang's courtyard.
"We've already arrived at the Wuling Mine. Why don't we stay here and inquire for information slowly." Yang Sheng suggested.
"I think you want to eat other people's food." Shen Feng Ming ruthlessly exposed him.
Yang Sheng chuckled, got off his horse, and knocked on the door of Jiang's house.
Imposing themselves is really not admirable. I always feel sorry for the common people in times of turmoil when soldiers have all the power.
ReplyDeleteI'm curious who is the ML. Is it Shen Feng Ming?
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