EFB Chapter 78 Recognition
Chapter 78 Recognition
Su Qingxue chuckled inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.
"This is just ordinary millet sold in the market. To cook it well, it mainly depends on the heat and the technique."
"impossible."
"How is that impossible?"
Su Qingjiang drank half a bowl before speaking with certainty.
"This is not ordinary millet; ordinary millet cannot produce this kind of texture."
"This rice oil is so thick that it must have been simmered for at least 4 hours, and the heat was controlled very precisely. If it had been simmered any longer, it would have had a burnt and bitter taste."
At this moment, Xiang Jiayu, who was standing to the side, couldn't resist taking a bite as well.
After taking one bite, his eyes lit up.
"It tastes so good. After drinking it, I feel warm all over. I felt a little uncomfortable just now, but I feel much better now."
Wei Shuyun had been watching from the side, and seeing the two younger people react this way, she couldn't help but pick up the bowl and taste it herself.
The wives of wealthy families are used to fine food and have very discerning palates.
After taking that bite, she closed her eyes slightly, and only opened them after a long while, sighing with emotion.
"It really tastes delicious. After drinking it, I feel very at ease and calm down."
"Qingxue, your friend is truly a thoughtful person."
Su Qingjiang put down the bowl in his hand, looked at the porridge that was still more than half full in the casserole, and had a complicated expression.
He initially thought it was just a simple thank-you gift, and even doubted the other party's intentions.
But I didn't expect it to taste so good, and it was effective immediately after drinking it. Although I don't know how it affects sleep, it can relieve mental tension.
The value of this bowl of porridge suddenly increased several times over.
Su Qingjiang made the decision immediately, pointing to the casserole dish.
"Qingxue, you really brought back something good this time."
"Tell your friend that starting tomorrow, I will send someone to buy a pot of it every day, and if possible, I hope he will take charge of Rui Rui's diet as much as possible."
Su Yuanrui looked up when he heard his name called and said happily.
"Uncle's cooking is delicious, I want to eat it again, I want to eat it every day!"
Su Qingxue was overjoyed at the thought of Chen Yuan being accepted by his family and immediately agreed.
"Okay, I'll ask him tomorrow morning."
Early the next morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
A thin layer of fog still shrouded the sky.
After buying groceries, Chen Yuan pushed open the roller shutter door of the breakfast shop as usual. With a "whoosh," the lights that came on broke the tranquility of the alley.
He tied on an apron and skillfully lit the stove fire.
They make steamed buns, fry dough sticks, wrap wontons, simmer broth, and also make soy milk.
As the steamed buns were placed in the steamer, steam rose from the bamboo steamer, bringing with it the aroma of steamed buns, the crispy fragrance of fried dough sticks, and the savory aroma of wonton broth.
Millet was also added to the commercial porridge cooker in the corner.
When the time comes.
Chen Yuan opened the lid of the bucket and saw the golden, thick rice porridge inside, along with a thick layer of rice oil floating on the surface.
The accompanying warm fragrance soothes the restlessness in your heart, even just smelling it.
Chen Yuan took some time to solemnly add another line of text below the signboard at the entrance.
[A cup of calming millet porridge is 3 yuan, unlimited servings.]
[Soothes the nerves, nourishes the stomach, and promotes sleep.]
After finishing writing, he took two steps back and looked at his masterpiece.
A cup costs three yuan; as long as the ratio of water to rice is controlled properly, the profit is astonishingly high.
5:30.
The elderly men and women arrived on time.
Leading the group was Grandpa Liu, who lived at the end of the street. He was carrying a birdcage and had a faded towel around his neck with torn edges.
As he passed by Lu Mingyuan's breakfast shop, he immediately noticed the words on the blackboard.
"Soothing millet porridge, drinking it can promote sleep. Young people these days are really daring, they dare to write anything."
Grandpa Liu put the birdcage aside, pointed to the line of words, and said jokingly.
"Xiao Chen, if you can sleep well after drinking this week, wouldn't the hospital's sleep clinic have to close down? You're more effective than any doctor."
The middle-aged women standing nearby are regular customers.
Lu Mingyuan had already won them over with buff dishes like beauty soy milk and five-red soy milk.
They then countered.
"I believe you, believe it or not, I believe it. Nothing Xiao Chen sells is fake. Look at my skin, it's gotten so much better since I started drinking his calming soy milk!"
"Yes, the Five Red Soybean Milk is said to replenish qi and blood. After drinking it, I really have more energy. My body is much better than before."
"I buy their wontons every day, and my grandson says his attention span has definitely improved a lot since starting school."
"That's right, I trust the products from the Chen family."
Grandpa Liu snorted, looking completely unconvinced.
Chen Yuan wasn't annoyed. He always believed that harmony brings wealth and always greeted customers with a smile.
He held a large ladle in his hand, smiled, scooped up a little, and handed it over.
"This is my first day selling here, Uncle Liu. Please try it. If you don't like it, it's free."
Grandpa Liu snorted and picked up the bowl.
But as soon as he brought it to his lips, the rich aroma of rice filled his nostrils. He paused for a moment, then subconsciously took a sip.
Then his expression turned strange.
He smacked his lips hard, but didn't say anything.
Several middle-aged women around her asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What's with that expression? Does it taste bad?"
Grandpa Liu looked serious, taking a sip and then smacking his lips.
"It's not that it tastes bad."
"It's so delicious and so smooth!"
"He kept taking bites, one after another," Grandpa Liu said, quite shocked.
"This porridge is so smooth, it slid into my stomach before I even realized it! My stomach feels so good, and my whole body feels so good too. I feel like my muscles aren't so tight anymore."
After taking a few more bites, Grandpa Liu looked completely delighted, smacking his lips as he spoke.
"This rice is so oily, you can't swallow it unless you try hard."
Grandpa Liu finished the porridge in the bowl in a few gulps, then slammed the bowl on the table, making a sound that rose eight octaves.
"Stop talking nonsense, give me four cups right now, and two more cups of red bean milk!"
"This tastes amazing! The rice porridge is so thick it's almost sticky. I've been drinking porridge for so many years, and I've never bought such a thick and good quality porridge for three yuan!"
"Bring it over quickly so I can try it. My wife also has insomnia. If it really helps her sleep well, I'll come every day from now on!"
Six fried dough sticks, and four cups of beauty-enhancing soy milk.
"I want wontons, three bowls of wontons, and two bowls of millet porridge. They can eat whatever they like!"