Chang’an Small Restaurant

      Rub glutinous rice **** - add glutinous rice grains for a while, cook it for breakfast.

    Shen Shaoguang is from the north and came into contact with the south to eat when he was in college. There is a girl from Jiangnan in the same bedroom, with watery skin and a soft and glutinous voice. She loves to tinker with dormitory cooking. She can’t wait to make a full-fledged meal with a rice cooker, and she can play a good guerrilla with the dormitory aunt.

    It was at that time that I learned this wine from this ingenious girl from the water town. The first time I ate it, I didn’t think so, but then I fell in love with this faint fragrance and sweetness, which is different from the rich and colorful food in the north, but it was very ironic in my stomach. .

    Thinking about those happy times, Shen Shaoguang sighed, rainy days are always very easy to make people feel old things.

    The rain was still falling, and there was more water in the yard. There were blisters on it. Shen Shaoguang tilted his head and looked at the rain. It was just in time for the morning drum, which delayed the setting up of the stall in the morning.

    Since the Dragon Boat Festival, God seems to have woken up suddenly and made up for the rain that was owed before. It is a big drop for three days and a small drop for two days. The strange thing is that the heat does not Because the rain subsided, it rushed towards everyone in a more unbearable way - damp heat, the so-called sauna day in later generations.

    Because of this weather, Shen Shaoguang's plan to set up a stall to make money has also been delayed a lot. Fortunately, he saved some money a while ago, especially at the Dragon Boat Festival Qujiang Dragon Boat Festival, he almost made a quarter of profits , so there's no need to hurry - hurry is no use, right?

    Shen Shaoguang held a bowl, ate glutinous rice balls, and drank wine-stuffed soup with candied osmanthus, when the rain finally stopped, and there was another guest along with the rain.

    Broad shoulders, long legs, black face, and a strong body holding up the sauce-colored round-neck robe, Shen Shaoguang narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the officer who bought all the sour plum soup that day!

    It shouldn't be because of a bad stomach...

    Zhike Jingci looked curious and inquiring, Shen Shaoguang didn't chase her, just smiled and asked, "What is the general looking for?"

    The officer is just an eighth-rank Xuanjie Colonel. He opened his mouth to this little lady and promoted himself to a ten-level officer. Niangzi's ebony drink is very good, and my colleagues and brothers are thinking about it, and they inquired in every possible way, only to find out that the little lady lives in this nunnery in Chongxian Fang, and someone just passed by the shop and wanted to buy more."

    I heard that this man was a general, Jingci's expression brightened, and I heard that he was buying sour plum soup, and the eight-character eyebrows drooped down in despair, and he should make money from this surnamed Shen!

    But I don't want Shen Shaoguang to push the business out: "General does not know, it is specially cooked for the Dragon Boat Festival, but it is not available on weekdays. If the general wants to drink at home, tell him one day in advance, and prepare You can go down. If it is - sent to the army, please forgive me if you dare not obey."

    The officer frowned, "Why?"

    "Looking at the general's clothes on that day, I think it was a person from the Imperial Army. The Imperial Army guards the emperor and protects Gyeonggi. The responsibility is really heavy, and the food procurement also has its own regulations. "The water of the Imperial Army is too deep, and it's okay to sell it occasionally when there is a large audience. It's better not to die now. Shen Shaoguang has always cherished his life.

    The officer did not expect Shen Shaoguang to be so cautious, so he could not help but look at her.

    Shen Shaoguang smiled and let him look.

    "The little lady doesn't want to, and I don't force her to say goodbye!" The officer put on his hat and turned to leave.

    "Actually, it's not impossible—" Shen Shaoguang smiled.

    The officer frowned and turned to look at her.

    "This black plum is in the pot or the pot of the imperial chef, the cooking is the same, why not let the chefs cook it?"

    Of course it didn't come out! It's not that I haven't done it in the past.

    Suddenly, the officer responded, "The girl wants to—"

    Shen Shaoguang squinted his eyes and smiled, "I would like to offer this ebony drink recipe, when the time comes, the chef will cook whenever he wants, cook as much as he wants, and cook as much as he wants, and it's clean. It's safe, and the general doesn't have to worry about it, that's great." Retail goes beyond wholesale and goes directly to the formula buyout stage.

    The officer nodded slowly, knowing the shrewdness of the little lady in front of him, he didn't dare to think that she was really "giving", so he asked, "How much is the little lady asking for?"

    Shen Shaoguang pondered slightly, "How about twenty taels of silver?"

        All public chefs in the yamen have specially allocated “food books” for food expenses, and the government offices of each yamen “reserve the basics and make profits”, and the food expenses are not used at all, so the officials often divide the food. As the military directly under the royal family, the Imperial Army only cares about these twenty taels of silver?

    The officer is more than 30 years old, and has been promoted to an eighth-rank officer, and his monthly salary is only a dozen taels. Hearing Shen Shaoguang open his mouth to ask for twenty, he can't help frowning, but thinking of the fees in the public kitchen , Shangguan's pomp, the people above or can accept it?

    Shen Shaoguang knew that he was a minor official, and he was afraid that he could not be the master, so he smiled and said: "Even though the matter is small, in the end it involves the ban on eating and drinking, the general may wish to consider it carefully."

    The officer nodded to Shen Shaoguang, put on the bamboo hat, and walked out with the scorpion in his hand.

     Jingci on the side looked at Shen Shaoguang, as if the door to a new world had been opened.

    Shen Shaoguang felt that just a sour plum soup, not the dragon meat in the sky, how much more can you make if you monopolize it? Besides, I am really short of money right now - setting up a stall outside is greatly affected by the weather, and the place at the entrance of the workshop is too small, so I can't even set up a table, just a small stove every day to spread pancakes, when will I be able to earn enough pension money? So, it's better to set up a small shop.

    In the afternoon of the second day, seeing the figure of the officer, Shen Shaoguang knew that it was done.

    Shen Shaoguang took out the ingredients and gave them to each other with all his heart. When the bell was about to ring, a small pot of sour plum juice was finally boiled, put it in the well in the backyard of the nunnery, and took a small bowl for the officers and the miscellaneous Tasting.

    The officer nodded, "It smells like this." He asked the handyman again, "Have you learned it?"

    The clerk is very young, about twenty or so, and has a pair of smart smiling eyes. Seeing the officer ask, he hurriedly smiled and said: "The captain can rest assured, he has learned everything."

    Shen Shaoguang originally wanted to write a recipe—to receive money from people, he had to pay both openly and brightly. Said: "If you can't remember anything, feel free to ask me."

    The officer nodded and left with the handyman. Shen Shaoguang weighed the twenty taels of silver, and returned to the house in a happy mood.