To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 115 There is a restaurant

  On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, it is advisable to open the market and travel, and avoid setting up doors and repairing graves.

  On Qingxing Street, the shop that originally sold rouge and gouache finally got a new signboard, satisfying the curiosity of many people.

   "There is a restaurant—" A young man dressed as a scholar read the four big characters on the cover word by word, shaking his head repeatedly.

  A strong illiterate man looked at the restaurant curiously, and asked the scholar casually: "Please tell me, what is the name of this restaurant?"

   "There is a restaurant."

   "I know it's a restaurant, I'm asking for the name of the restaurant."

   "There is a wine shop!" The scholar shook his head and sighed, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

  Such a vulgar and straightforward name, it seems that it is reserved for those illiterate vulgar people.

   That's all, that's all, let's go to the teahouse opposite to drink tea.

  The strong man left behind was aroused by curiosity, strode in and asked, "Shopkeeper, what's the name of your restaurant?"

  When the female shopkeeper who was lowering her head to settle accounts looked up, the strong man's eyes lit up immediately.

  Yo, she turned out to be an old lady who still has charm!

   Blessed are the eyes.

   Before the female shopkeeper could speak, a crisp and sweet voice sounded: "Are you illiterate? It says so on the cover."

  The strong man turned black when he heard it.

  Where did the little girl speak so badly?

   Hearing the reputation, he couldn't help but stare blankly.

  This restaurant is a bit evil, there is only a beautiful female shopkeeper, but there is also a cute and cute female waiter!

  Seeing that there was something wrong, the female shopkeeper hurriedly smoothed things over: "So that the guest officer can know that our restaurant is called Youjian Restaurant."

   "This name..." The brawny man thought for a long time, and finally choked out three words, "It's so straightforward."

  The female shopkeeper heard this comment, and the corners of her mouth twitched quickly.

  She also felt that it was too perfunctory, but the name of the store was chosen by the new owner, and everyone else applauded it, which made her suspect that there was something wrong with her.

   Judging by the guest officer's reaction, it is obvious that she is normal.

  The burly man looked around the restaurant and nodded when he saw that the windows in the lobby were bright and the tables and chairs were brand new.

  The name of the store is weird, but you can try it for the sake of cleanliness, and the first customer may get half price.

  The strong man sat down and put on a heroic gesture: "If you have any wine and food, pick the one you are good at."

  He is illiterate, but he is rich!

  The female shopkeeper twitched the corner of her mouth quickly, and then said: "Our restaurant is not open at noon, if you want to eat wine and food, you might as well wait until dinner time."

   "What?" The strong man was stunned.

  As a well-rounded person who manages the cosmetics shop in a prosperous manner, the female shopkeeper was a little ashamed, and explained with a good temper: "We have a wine shop that only serves the evening market."

  She hasn't always had such a good temper, but the new owner's rules are too aggressive.

  The strong man slapped the table hard, and said with a tiger face: "Could the shopkeeper make fun of me?"

  He has never heard of a wine shop that does not have a lunch market.

   must be bullying him for being illiterate and not entertaining him!

  The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the strong man patted the table again.

  A whirlwind rushed over, and shouted: "Who is going to mess things up?"

  The strong man was taken aback when he saw the young man rushing in front of him, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

  Even the thugs have good looks, is this really a wine shop?

  Thinking of the weird rule of only opening in the evening market, the strong man suddenly realized.

   "I understand, I understand, I'll come back in the evening." The strong man cupped his hands at the handsome young man, smiled and left.

  Sheng Saburo rubbed his chin, and asked the female shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, do you think there is something wrong with the smile of this scoundrel?"

  The female shopkeeper was expressionless: "No."

   The most wrong thing is obviously this restaurant!

  Seeing what the female shopkeeper said, Sheng Saburo chuckled, "Then I'm going back to the back kitchen."

  Hongdou threw the sweat towel on the table: "I'll go and have a look too."

  In the blink of an eye, there was only one female shopkeeper left in the lobby. The female shopkeeper pondered for a long time, and silently closed the door of the restaurant.

   No, she needs to have a good talk with the new owner.

  Sheng Saburo did not run into the back kitchen, but stopped outside the back kitchen, looking at the three cauldrons side by side.

  The three cauldrons are as tall as half a person, and the lids on the top are tightly pressed, and the sound of gurgling can be heard.

   Staring at the first cauldron for a while, Sheng Sanlang asked loudly, "Cousin, when is the stewed beef ready?"

  Luo Sheng came out of the back kitchen and wiped his hands with a handkerchief: "This is for tomorrow. The beef needs to be soaked for a long time before it can taste."

   Sheng Saburo sighed regretfully.

  He watched his cousin break a ox bone into the bottom of the pot, add dozens of catties of beef and cook it with secret seasoning.

  Think about the slow fire and slow cooking to boil out the beef bone marrow, and then absorb the delicious soup little by little by the big piece of beef, you will know how fragrant it is.

  Sheng Saburo pounced on the second cauldron again: "Cousin, where is the pig's head roasted in this pot?"

  He also watched when his cousin took Xiu Gu to make roasted pig's head together.

   This pot of five-spice sauce soup was boiled yesterday morning, and it has been left until today, and then put in several fried pig heads and continued to cook on low heat.

   On such a hot day, he always wondered if the pot of miso soup would go bad.

  Although the fragrance made him unable to move his legs, his conscience made him have to ask clearly.

  It happened that Xiuyue came out, and when she heard this, she said sternly: "The soup should be soured, so that the cooked pig's head will be more fragrant, glutinous and soft. This is the secret of this dish."

   Speaking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Luo Sheng.

  Ms. Luo told her to boil a pot of five-spice sauce soup early yesterday morning and save it for the opening. She had a hunch that today's job is to deal with several pig heads.

   More than anyone else, she wants to know how Miss Luo got this trick.

  The secret method of braised pig’s head was learned by a chef in the palace from an ancient book, and it is said that it would not be spread at all...

  Xiuyue knew that she was thinking too far.

   "Isn't it bad?" Sheng Sanlang couldn't hear the words "fragrant waxy soft rotten", and immediately swallowed his saliva.

   Xiangcheng is like this, even if it is broken, he will eat it, and at worst, he will ask a doctor!

   "Biao Gongzi, please don't make any trouble. This pot of roasted pig's head is the appetizer that the wine shop sells. How could it be bad?" Hong Dou gave Sheng Sanlang a blank stare.

   "I'm just asking." Sheng Sanlang swallowed silently, regretfully looking at the third pot.

   This pot made his heart hurt even more.

  He watched his cousin put two old hens, two fat ducks, several pieces of elbows, and dozens of pork bones into the pot...

  But in the end, I took out all of these and left only this pot of soup.

  The cousin said that this pot of soup is used to pour Yangchun noodles.

  Yangchun noodles are obviously not like this!

   Sheng Saburo's eyes were straightened, and he had only one thought: hungry.

  At this time, the female shopkeeper came over, she took her time to resist the corrosion of the smell of meat, and said righteously: "Boss, I want to talk to you about the prices of wine and vegetables."

   "Let's talk." Luo Sheng walked towards the lobby.

  The female shopkeeper hurriedly followed.

   "Roasted pig's head for one hundred taels of silver?"

"Um."

   "A small bowl of wine, ten taels of silver?"

"Um."

  The female shopkeeper took a deep breath: "That's all, five taels of silver for a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"

  Luo Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Is it set low?"

  Thanks to Lan Linghu and Wanzhao for clearing out the rewards of 10,000 coins, and thank you for your support throughout July. August will continue to work hard, see you tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)