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Chapter 275 Roast Suckling Pig

During the summer wheat harvest, there wasn't enough manpower, so Gu Taohua and others had to go home to rush the harvest.

Now that they've hired people in the village, Gu Taohua and the others don't need to participate in the autumn harvest.

After all, the shop's business is more important.

Tong Huaqiong searched through Tong Dajiao's memories and learned that there would be a series of sunny days during the autumn harvest season.

This way, Tong Huaqiong no longer needs to worry about having to harvest corn overnight.

With Gu Dahan in charge of the fieldwork, Tong Huaqiong didn't need to worry. She could take some time to visit Ningcheng in the prefectural city.

Peach Blossom Desserts is expanding beyond Yanguan Town, aiming to conquer Pingchuan County and Fucheng.

Tong Huaqiong doesn't need to worry about Pingchuan County.

To put it bluntly, Tong Huaqiong has now become best friends with the county magistrate's mother.
No one dared to cause trouble in the shops of Pingchuan County, not even Xu Zaohua, who hated Tong Huaqiong to the core.

Ningcheng is different.

In such a large prefecture, who knows what kind of backgrounds the people there are? Tong Huaqiong is completely clueless about the prefecture now.

The shops in Fucheng were acquired by He Chao and Gu Dashu.

Tong Huaqiong trusts He Chao, but she still wants to personally inspect her own shop to feel at ease.

She was just planning her trip to the prefectural city when she saw Boss Qian smiling as he arrived at Qinghe Bay again.

Since the foundations for Mr. Qian's house and Mr. He Chao's house are newly dug, it is estimated that they will not be completed until winter.

These days, he comes to Qinghe Bay from time to time under the guise of supervising the construction. Of course, when he comes to Qinghe Bay, he will inevitably meet with Tong Huaqiong.

After all, they'll be neighbors from now on, so Tong Huaqiong can't just close her eyes and pretend she doesn't see anything.

"Manager Tong," Boss Qian greeted him cheerfully.

“Mr. Qian, I just happened to have something to ask you,” Tong Huaqiong said.

Mr. Qian was so happy he was dizzy with joy upon hearing this.

Tong Huaqiong asked, "How was the pork I gave you the other day?"

"Delicious! Delicious! Very delicious! I was just about to tell you that."

Mr. Qian became increasingly agitated.

Fenglelou, as the top high-end restaurant brand in Yanguan Town, offers only a very limited selection of pork dishes.

Fenglelou's positioning of its customers meant that pork with a slightly pungent aroma was naturally not suitable for fine dining.

Mr. Qian himself almost never eats pork.

So when Tong Huaqiong sent him pork and told him to make sure he tasted it himself, he was quite embarrassed.

Thinking that Tong Huaqiong was already being generous with the gift he received, why should he be picky? Even if the pork had a terrible odor, he would still have to close his eyes and eat it.

Thinking this way, Boss Qian didn't let anyone else do it and personally hid in Fenglelou to cook the pork.

He originally planned to boil the pork first to remove the fishy smell, then take it out, cut it into pieces, and braise it, using sauce and spices to cover up the gamey odor.

However, the pork only needed a short time after being put into the clear water pot for a while before it emitted a rich aroma of meat.

As the fire burned brighter and brighter, the aroma of the pork grew stronger and stronger.

The aroma was so enticing, it made my stomach rumble.

Not only that, it also attracted the attention of everyone in the kitchen.

Everyone asked what kind of meat it was, and why it smelled so good. When they found out it was pork, their faces showed disbelief.

Because in all our lives, we've never smelled pork that smells so good.

After the pork was cooked and taken out of the water, Mr. Qian couldn't resist the urge to eat it.

With one slicing motion, Mr. Qian cut off a piece and ate it directly without dipping it in any sauce.

Mr. Qian dared to say that this was the best pork he had ever eaten; it had absolutely no gamey smell and didn't have any unpleasant odor even without dipping sauce. Before he knew it, he had finished the whole plate of pork.

Not satisfied, he took all the pork that Tong Huaqiong had given him to the kitchen.

The chefs at Fenglelou were marveling at the pork.

Such good pork can't be truly appreciated by simply boiling it. So, pushing Mr. Qian aside, I rolled up my sleeves and made braised pork, twice-cooked pork, and stir-fried pork with green peppers.
Mr. Qian ate with great relish.

“You own a restaurant, you’re knowledgeable, and if you say this pork is delicious, it must be good,” Tong Huaqiong said.

Upon receiving Tong Huaqiong's praise, Boss Qian blushed and said, "I came here today specifically about the pork. When Dahan delivered the meat to me, he said it was from your pigs. What do you use to raise your pork? It has no gamey or fishy smell at all, and it's delicious whether braised or boiled. Do you still have any pigs ready for slaughter? I'd like to buy one."

Although Fenglelou is the best restaurant in Yanguan Town, it is not without competition.

Other restaurants also have their own signature dishes.

Fenglelou hasn't offered any new dishes to its customers for a long time. Boss Qian thought that if they launched a series of signature pork dishes, wouldn't that attract more customers?

The premise is that the pork doesn't have a gamey smell and is just as delicious as the pork that Tong Huaqiong gave him.

He knew that Tong Huaqiong's family raised twenty pigs.

So he came to Qinghewan to ask Tong Huaqiong to buy pigs.

Tong Huaqiong said with a smile, "The remaining pigs won't be ready for market until the end of the year."

"So long."

Mr. Qian looked quite regretful; he was a little impatient, after all, the head chef of Fengle Restaurant had already begun planning new recipes.

Tong Huaqiong saw through Boss Qian's thoughts and said, "Actually, pigs aren't necessarily fattened up."

Mr. Qian's eyes lit up; Tong Huaqiong was planning to sell the pigs to him ahead of schedule.

too excited.

Mr. Qian rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat at a loss.

Mr. Qian said with delight, "I can't accept that. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you a price higher than the market price."

Tong Huaqiong knew that Boss Qian had misunderstood.

Her pigs cannot be sold.

The largest boar that's being sold now has meat that's far more tender than any other pork on the market, but Tong Huaqiong thinks it would be even better if it were raised for another two months.

The remaining pigs must be raised for a full month.

She is going to open a pork shop at the end of the year, and the quality of the pork needs to be standardized and the meat quality needs to be the best.

Moreover, if she agrees to Boss Qian's request now, and Fenglelou comes to ask for a pig every now and then, all her pigs will go to Fenglelou, and how will she let more people know that her pork is good?

After all, diners only know that the pork at Fenglelou is delicious, but they don't know that the pigs are raised by Tong Huaqiong.

Tong Huaqiong calmly said to Boss Qian, "My twenty pigs are not ready for market yet. It's not that I don't want to sell them to you, but their meat hasn't grown to be good enough. Actually, your restaurant may not wait until my pigs are ready for market. Have you ever thought about introducing roast suckling pig as a dish?"

Mr. Qian said, "Roast suckling pig? What do you mean?"

It seems that Mr. Qian has never heard of this dish.

Indeed, for the entire Ningcheng area, raising a pig is not easy, so who would want to eat a newborn piglet?

That's absolutely horrible!

In addition, the uncastrated pigs that grow up have a pungent smell, which makes restaurants and gourmets in Ningcheng think about making delicacies from piglets.

Tong Huaqiong then explained how to make roast suckling pig.

"These pigs, you either raise them with the effort I put in until they're fat and ready for market, so the meat is tender, or you make roast suckling pig when they're two or three months old," Tong Huaqiong said.

Boss Qian believed Tong Huaqiong's words, after all, the many different kinds of desserts at Peach Blossom Desserts were all made by Tong Huaqiong.

Take, for example, the meat-filled rice dumplings of the Dragon Boat Festival and the fresh meat and ham mooncakes of the Mid-Autumn Festival. These seemingly incongruous combinations are actually incredibly delicious, which shows that Tong Huaqiong has a certain talent for food.

But just to be on the safe side, he still asked, "Manager Tong, how did you come up with the idea for roast suckling pig?"