Ancient Foodie Survival Guide

After selecting the location of the snack street, Jiang Shuyao specially visited it. It is not a prosperous area, but there are many residents nearby, and most of them are people who are not too tight.

The opening of the market gave Lin a taste of the wonderful sense of accomplishment, so he lost money on the snack street, taking the road of small profits but quick turnover.

But as for the sales, whether it is as successful as the market, both Lin and Jiang Shuya are a little worried.

At night, Jiang Shuyao tossed on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, and the clothes made a slight noise against the sheets.

Xie Xun felt shallow and was awakened by the sound.

Jiang Shuyao was thinking about the opening of the snack street tomorrow, and suddenly felt a soft and cool breeze blowing from his shoulder.

She turned around and found Xie Xun woke up at some point and was picking up the bedside fan to fan her.

She was a little dazed and looked at Xie Xun.

Xie Xun felt her gaze and said, "It's really hot, and it will be fine after a while. Tomorrow I will ask someone to put some ice basins in the corner of the house at night."

Jiang Shuya laughed, suddenly less anxious: "I'm not too hot to sleep, I'm just worried about the snack street."

Xie Xun stopped hitting the fan: "What's the worry, your craft is so good, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the deep alley."

"It's the first time I tried, and the price is not cheap."

Xie Xun started fanning her again, with a gentle force: "Don't think about it now, hurry up and go to bed, tomorrow you will go over there and have a look, I will go over to accompany you when I get paid."

The wind is refreshing and gentle on the body, and it is particularly easy to be touched in the details when people get along. Jiang Shuyao feels soft. He wants to say something to Xie Xun, but he doesn't know where to start.

"No need to fan, I'm not hot," she said.

Xie Xun paused, fearing that she would be hot and cold, so she had to put the fan back on the bed.

Jiang Shuyao looked at his vague figure in the dark night, somehow unable to look away, and said with emotion: "Xie Boyuan, you are really nice."

Xie Xun lay back and chuckled when he heard this.

He likes to face cold and doesn't laugh often, but the sound of laughter is very nice, like spring water hitting goose eggs, making Jiang Shu's ears itchy.

He said: "Then I have to work harder."

His sentence was vague, like a joke, and also like a confession, it made Jiang Shu's heart crunchy, and couldn't help thinking about what he meant, whether he could feel his inexplicable throbbing.

Although she still had the same thoughts as before, this time she fell asleep quickly.

In the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Shuyao went out of the house to the snack street.

Lin had already begun to show her feelings, but her spirit was several times better than before. After Jiang Shuyao got off the carriage, he took her to walk inside without waiting for her to breathe.

She has a loud voice and is obviously very excited: "Come and see, I have them all ready, do you want to taste it? I always worry that the taste is too far from what you cooked."

Jiang Shuyao comforted her: "Why? If it is made strictly according to the recipe, it won't be bad." Although the Chinese cook with a sense of texture, the words "a little", "appropriate" and "a large spoonful" are often used to describe the amount of seasoning. , But Jiang Shuyao deliberately made measuring spoons and measuring cups, just like modern franchise stores, all dishes are cooked according to the standard amount to ensure the consistency of taste.

Lin thought of this, and smiled heartily: "That's also true."

Jiang Shuyao is not worried about the taste, but whether he can adapt to the snack street model in ancient times. She analyzed her worries one by one to the Lin family, and Xu family became the comforter again: "What are you afraid of? It's a big deal to lose some money. The Lin family can still afford this little money."

By the time you arrived, Xia Yetian was still bright, but Lin had ordered the steward to let the shops hang up the lanterns in advance, fearing that it would not be too late.

Seeing her so confident, Jiang Shuya felt even more pressured.

The staff hired by the Lin family were all swift and quick to work. The instructions of the steward were passed on, and immediately began to cook, and after a while, the aroma drifted out.

Because the road closure and refurbishment of this street were very serious before, many people were watching the excitement, so this afternoon the roadblock was removed and the large-print signboards were displayed, and they all knew that there was a series of shops here.

Before opening a market at the wharf, it also relied on word of mouth and the smell of fragrance from the people, so this time Lin did not deliberately promote it, and is confident that it can attract diners by the taste.

But the snack street was so loud, people felt that the price was expensive at first glance, but they didn't dare to enter.

The aroma gradually drifted outwards, some spicy and fresh, which attracted people passing by on the street to probe their heads.

No one was hawking, no one came in, and the snack street seemed even more deserted under the envelope of aroma.

Lin was sitting on the second floor, bringing a tea cup and sipping tea at ease, looking not worried at all.

Jiang Shuyao is under even more pressure. She is a little bit more than Lin thought. In Lin's eyes, this is just a street selling novel foods, but she knows that this is a collision between modern business models and the ancient food industry.

At this time, if people want to eat some surprise meals, they usually go to restaurants to consume them. Although the price is not low, the atmosphere is high-grade and there is a pleasant feeling of consumption; if they want to change their taste from home-cooked meals, they will choose cheap food stalls. , Meals are not exquisite, but they can manage their fullness. The snack street is not next to each other, it is purely delicious as a selling point, and it is a challenge.

As time passed by, curious passers-by came in and looked around and saw the higher prices than ordinary shops and the novel names of food on the signboard. Although the aroma was strong and it attracted people to greedy people, no one wanted it. Those who are the first to try are afraid of spending wrong money.

Jiang Shuyao couldn't sit still anymore, and he went down to the second floor with his skirt, and walked around the snack street. From people’s conversations, we can tell that they are really curious about food, but they are not willing to pay to try it, so they plan to go back to the second floor, hoping that Lin will let everyone try it, and any opening bargains should be made.

It's all because of her eagerness to devote herself to food and forget about marketing. She drove the market dryly, relying on the taste to support it, how could she be able to sustain it.

Before he stepped out, a noisy sound suddenly came from behind him. Jiang Shuyao looked back and saw a series of carriages coming in and stopping on the street.

The maid stepped down from the carriage, put down the horse stool and opened the curtain, and the ladies walked off the carriage.

When such a large group of people came, the snack street suddenly became lively.

"What's the matter? Where is this?" someone asked.

"Yes, aren't we going to the restaurant? When did the capital open a restaurant here?"

"It doesn't look like it, but it looks like a market."

"Hey, do you smell it, it smells good."

At the beginning, the two carriages floated down to a beauty in Tsing Yi, and she could feel her cold and dusty beauty through the hat. The ladies who were chatting just now quieted down and asked her, "Qing Shu, what's the matter?"

Ge Qingshu lifted a corner of the drapery slightly, took a sip of the aroma of food, his tone was cheerful: "Of course I'm here to eat."

They were taken aback, and after hesitation, Ge Qingshu stepped into the snack street first: "I keep it here is better than a restaurant." She took a few steps, remembering something, and turned around, "By the way, you can just discuss going to the restaurant. Leave me alone.” She forgot to tell the rest of the people after she ordered the coachman, causing a group of people to follow her carriage to the snack street.

The ladies feel bored at home and form a poetry club. They come out to gather every three times. Sometimes they don’t want to reciting poems against them. Sometimes they use the name of the poetry club to go shopping and buy jewelry. After having fun, they will go to a restaurant to have a meal. Subconsciously thought that dinner should go to a restaurant.

Now that Ge Qingshu entered the snack street, some hesitated and didn't want to eat in this small street market, and some couldn't help but curiously followed.

When Jiang Shutao saw Ge Qingshu Pinpin walking towards him curly, and standing not far away, Jiang Zheng wanted to say hello to her, and Ge Qingshu suddenly turned around.

She lifted the obstructive drapery hat and looked at the sign of the market behind her, then turned to look at the sign of the other side of the market, and muttered, "Which one is better."

After speaking, she paused for a few seconds, and suddenly strode towards Jiang Shuyao.

It turns out that I didn't see myself just now. Jiang Shuyao scratched his head and smiled warmly at Ge Qingshu: "You--"

As soon as she uttered a syllable, Ge Qingshu floated away from her.

He walked hurriedly, like a breeze, and muttered in a flat, high-cold tone: "It smells good."

Jiang Shuyao:...

After she floated away, a large wave of scented ladies passed by and chatted with her, "It smells even better when you come in."

"Why no one buys it?"

"Look at that, what is Mala Tang? What is this boiled skewers?"

Jiang Shuyao passed hard between them and caught up with Ge Qingshu who was standing in front of the rice noodle shop.

"Why are you here?" she said.

Ge Qingshu returned to his senses, turned to look at Jiang Shuyao, and said in surprise: "Huh, are you here?" She saw that Jiang Shuyao was not wearing a drapery hat, so she lifted the drapery hat, "Last time you wrote that the snack street opened today."

Jiang Shuyao just wrote to her to gossip, and never thought that she would come over to join her.

Before thanking him, he was held back by Ge Qingshu: "The food sold in these stores smells delicious. You can introduce it to me quickly, I can't pick it out."

Jiang Shuyao started from the introduction of the rice noodle shop in front of him, saying: “This shop sells rice noodles. The rice noodles are made from rice and resemble noodles. The taste is flexible, thin, smooth, smooth, bright, and soft, with a soup base. It’s delicious, and some are mixed with simmered seeds, which are smooth and delicious."

Before the introduction, Ge Qingshu had finalized his voice: "Just eat this." He went into the market.

Jiang Shuyao was left behind, and was trying to keep up, but was squeezed away by the noble ladies who rushed behind him. Xiao Er hadn't seen the world, and when he saw this large group of noble ladies and maids, they didn't dare to lift their heads, and led them to the second floor, with a screen-style block, which was barely a private room.

After everyone was seated, they took a look at the menu made of kraft paper and fell into distress. With so many types, which one is better.

Ge Qing didn't have any distressed and entangled expression on the paper. He counted the number of people present, and ordered the menu: "Let's have one, too."

There are many flavors of rice noodles. Jiangxi, Hunan, Yunguichuan and other places have different flavors, but the core is all the softness and tenderness of rice noodles.

The food is served very quickly in the store. Bowls of rice noodles with different aromas and different side dishes are served on the table, the hot mist is enveloping, and the aroma is diffused.

Ge Qingshu dragged the bowl of rice noodles in front of him, and said to everyone: "Everyone eat the bowl in front of you, lest you can't pick it out and save trouble."

The ladies hurriedly whispered and flattered and praised her for her intelligence, but they turned off without saying a few words, because the rice noodles were so fragrant. After smelling it, the tongue could not hold back the saliva and the belly began to growl. Up.

They dragged the bowl of rice noodles and saw that the rice noodles were as tender as jade, thin as cicada wings, and thin as silk yarn. They were soaked in shallow or deep soup. The three fresh colors were clear and the meat was thick. , Stir it, the fragrance overflows.

Although the raw materials of rice noodles and rice noodles are rice, they have different preparation methods and taste differences. Rice noodles are smooth and firm, while rice noodles are mostly soft and waxy. The chopsticks pick up the rice noodles, which are extremely smooth and tender but won't catch them, and they slumped softly between the chopsticks.

No matter how many people worry about this kind of ordinary small market just now, as soon as the rice noodles entered, all their thoughts were washed away by the unspeakable taste.

The rice noodles are very soft and tender, the mouth is soft and waxy, it is full of juice, chewed, and the salty taste of the soup is blooming in the mouth. The taste is light and smooth, but it can make the soup, as if the tender and glutinous aroma of the rice noodles are all filled with the soup, unlike noodles, if it is cooked, although the taste is soft and melts into the flavor, but it is full A mass, lost the delicious. However, while the rice noodles are soft and mellow, they can keep the soup from being boiled.

The soup base is very fresh, including ribs soup, chicken soup, and big bone soup. Some flavors only focus on freshness. The clear and pure freshness is like a breeze, and the whole body reveals a soft stretch. When the umami taste reaches a certain level, it will be slightly sweet, refreshing and refreshing, which well highlights the mellow rice flavor of the rice noodles. The fresh soup and the rice noodles with a slight sweetness, even if you are used to eating less since childhood The noble lady, can't help eating bite after bite.

At the beginning, I still picked a bite and took a stab at it. The rhythm was clear. Later, I became buried with my head and stretched my neck forward. As soon as my lips touched the soft rice noodles, I gurgled gently, and the full juice gradually went up and down. Lips, rice noodles are as smooth and smooth as silk and satin, one sip and one chew, sliding down the throat with endless freshness and warmth.

No wonder some people call eating noodles "drinking noodles" or "worry noodles". It is hard to imagine that rice noodles can keep smooth and soft, while being glutinous and flexible, while making the taste elastic and not broken.

The dishes or fillings of rice noodles are very rich. Whether it’s ordinary sliced ​​meat, shredded pork, or fatty intestines, lamb offal, chicken offal, ribs, etc., everything can be taste-free. After adapting to the taste of rice noodles, occasionally choose With a little filling, the chicken is fragrant and crispy, the meat is rich, the intestines are soft and chewy, the more chewy, the more mellow, it not only enriches the taste, but does not take the limelight from the rice noodles.

In addition to the main fresh clear soup, there is also a stewed soup made with various herbs and spices such as grass fruit, fennel, Chinese pepper, tangerine peel, etc. The taste is rich, and the mouth is full of mild and jumping fragrance.

It is a must to pair with oil cakes, soak in the soup. After the oil cakes fully absorb the soup, the outer skin is oily and crisp, but the inside is filled with the tender noodle filling after the soup is full. One bite, the mouth seems to be unable to hold the steady flow The soup came out, and even the fried cake crust became extremely mellow.

Who here is not a proud lady who likes to eat vegetarian and fresh dishes on weekdays, and dare not eat heavy tastes, for fear of getting the taste, but at this moment there is a small oil cake competing for it.

"Divide me half."

"Hey, didn't you eat one? Why did you clip it again?"

"Don't you like greasy things? Even a vegetarian bean cake is too greasy. Why bother to grab this piece with me."

No matter how they were fighting, Ge Qingshu wiped his mouth, got up gracefully, and asked Xiao Er to pack a portion of dry mixed rice noodles to take away. After all, eating two bowls in front of them would reveal their nature.

The ladies who were following Pidianpidian were a little hesitant when they saw her leaving, but you still plan not to follow you.

"Qingshu has a small appetite. We are different. It is important to eat. Don't starve yourself."

"It's the reason."

The dry mix powder is packaged in a bamboo tube, with banana leaves padded inside, with a hint of fragrance, held by the maid. Ge Qingshu came down from the second floor, eating and drinking enough to think of Jiang Shuyao, panicked with praise, and hurried out of the shop to find her.

Because of the influx of a group of noble ladies just now, some diners are finally willing to taste it. The first one eats the second one, one by one, the business is booming, and the streets are full of liveliness and crowds.

The maid cleared the way for her. She went around and didn't see Jiang Shuyao. When she was about to leave, she saw Jiang Shuyao's back.

Ge Qingshu hurriedly walked over, lifted his hat and shouted: "Shu Yao!"

Jiang Shuyao turned his head, and the person standing beside her also turned his head. Ge Qingshu thought that they were just getting closer, not acquaintances, so he walked a few steps and held Jiang Shuyao: "What's the matter with you, I went upstairs just now, and you disappeared when I turned around."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. When she looked to the side, she found that the beauty who had been squeezed away by her just now was raising her eyebrows and staring at her unkindly.

After Jiang Shuyao was squeezed away by the group of noble women, he met Xu and Zhou who came with their children as soon as he went out. The children were taken away for dinner by the maid steward, and they were treated by Jiang Shuyao. After the three of them had finished eating, they thought about going back to the carriage and waiting for the children to come back. They were about to get on the carriage, and they were stopped by Ge Qingshu, so this scene happened.

Ge Qingshu's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded to Xu and Zhou, and asked, "This is?"

Jiang Shuyao quickly introduced them to each other.

Ge Qingshu followed his servants to lead the carriage, and Xu said in a convenient way: "Miss Ge might as well wait in our carriage."

I thought she would decline, but Ge Qingshu nodded slightly, and said nothing hurriedly: "Thank you so much. It just so happens that I and Shu Yao have something to say."

Zhou's glanced at Xu's, Xu's returned an indifferent look.

The four people got in the car one by one. After Ge Qingshu sat down, he came to a set of communicative opening remarks familiar to Xu's and Zhou's. Everyone is a mother and noble daughter who often enters and exits the banquet. But the atmosphere is particularly stalemate and weird.

After the three of them stopped talking, Jiang Shuyao said, "Qing Shu, what do you think of the taste?" Xu and Zhou had a meal with her, so she didn't need to ask any more.

Ge Qingshu tilted his head: "Excellent. It's a pity that there are so many kinds of food mentioned in your letter, but today I can only eat one."

As Jiang Shuyao was about to speak, Zhou first answered the words: "Letters? Miss Ge often has correspondence with Youyao?"

Ge Qingshu met her gaze, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Yes."

The two of them collided, and Zhou felt the provocation, and raised half of his eyebrows: "So, it seems that today's opening is also mentioned in the letter?."

Ge Qing's book was calm and relaxed, his tone was neither salty nor light: "Exactly, today we have a small gathering in the poetry society, and we will come here when we leave."

"Poetry Club?" Zhou seemed a little surprised, "Miss Ge is indeed the number one talented woman in Beijing."

Ge Qingshu glanced over Jiang Shuyao, and when she saw her looking at herself, her expression became more calm: "I dare not be famous."

Zhou's body was leaning on the wall of the car, with an air of arrogance, and smiled: "It's a coincidence. I remember that the name of the first talented woman in Beijing used to be her sister-in-law, but then she became lazy and didn't want to go out to socialize. The head fell aside."

The Xu family finally spoke: "What do these false names do?"

Zhou Shi glanced at her, and the two of them met and decided to go out unanimously. Zhou said: "By the way, it seems that the poetry club is also organized by the sister-in-law."

Xu said: "It's just a whim."

Ge Qingshu looked at them, lowered his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Jiang Shuyao, tugged her to his side, and smiled: "It's really a coincidence, Shuya, don't you think?"

Xu's Zhou's eyes met Ge Qingshu's in the air, and sparks seemed to burst for a while.

Jiang Shuyao: ...I should be under the car, not in the car.