They've all separated, so what does it matter to me if they get poorer and poorer?

Chapter 37 has come up with something new.

When Xu Zhichun returned to the stall, the konjac tofu and konjac knots were almost sold out.

After all, they were the only business in the entire county, so business was naturally good.

"Why is Sister-in-law Zhichun back so soon?"

Xu Zhichun was overjoyed and excited, and her smile was even brighter than usual: "Isn't it because I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it all? I must say, it's really good. You should go listen to it next time, and we can take turns."

Who doesn't love excitement? Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er were both very interested in Xu Zhichun's suggestion.

After selling the konjac tofu, Xu Zhichun went to buy meat, so they all went.

She ordered a large pig's trotter with pork hock to make braised pork hock, and a small piece of pig liver to make stir-fried liver tips.

Zeng Xiaoyan was itching to have another dinner party.

Coincidentally, Aunt Pearl also wanted to.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, their minds instantly connected. They understood each other's meaning from their eyes and nodded slightly in unison.

"Sister-in-law Zhichun!"

When Zeng Xiaoyan brought it up, Xu Zhichun thought it was a good idea, "Okay, then let's leave it all behind tonight."

Aunt Zhu'er quickly smiled and said, "My husband is home too, can he come along as well?"

Xu Zhichun chuckled, "What are you saying, Auntie? Do you think you can leave Uncle Qi Tian all alone with a cold stove and empty pots?"

Everyone laughed at what he said.

Aunt Zhu'er, a little embarrassed, quickly smiled and said, "What else do you think we should buy? How about the spare ribs again?"

When it comes to food, Zeng Xiaoyan is clearly more professional. "How about I buy a chicken? I haven't had chicken in a long time. Sister Zhichun's chicken is also delicious."

Aunt Pearl immediately said, "Then I'll buy a duck."

Xu Zhichun chuckled to himself, "I have chicken, duck, and meat, but it seems like I'm just missing a fish. Then I'll have chicken, duck, fish, and meat all in one go!"

Xu Zhichun then laughed and said, "Let's buy the duck next time. Buying a larger chicken will be enough."

There will be a next time? Okay!
Both of them strongly agreed.

Aunt Zhu'er then decided to split the cost of buying chickens with Zeng Xiaoyan.

Zeng Xiaoyan said, "That's too much trouble. Next time, Auntie can just buy ducks."

Aunt Zhu thought about it and agreed. They were earning more now and didn't care who contributed a few more or less coins or insisted on dividing the cost precisely. So she smiled and said okay.

Xu Zhichun glanced at the several pieces of pigskin piled up on the side of the meat stall, and a thought struck him. Pointing at them, he asked with a smile, "Uncle, are you selling these pigskins?"

Butcher Zheng looked up and smiled: "Selling, selling. Madam Xu is a regular customer. If you want it, just give me five coins and take it."

There are always some difficult customers who say things like, "I'm buying meat, not skin! I don't want the skin! You won't remove it? Oh, then I won't buy from you. There are other butcher stalls in the whole city."

If one butcher stall backs down, the others are forced to compete and follow suit. Otherwise, they will not only lose business but also be criticized for being "unpleasant to talk to, stingy, and incompetent in business," ruining their reputation.

Unfortunately, every now and then, when I encounter customers like this, they will cut off some of the pork skin and leave it behind, so I have no choice but to take it home and cook it myself.

I really don't want to eat this anymore after eating it so much. It takes forever to cook, and it's not oily or flavorful.

Throwing it away is out of the question; it's still meat, after all, even if you round it up. If you don't want to eat it, you'll just have to bite the bullet and eat it.

Some people would love to buy it, and the price could even be lowered to five cents.

Those few pieces of pigskin weighed about three or four pounds, and they only cost five coins. Xu Zhichun was very surprised and immediately took them all.

With a smile, Butcher Zheng quickly tidied up Xu Zhichun's clothes, tied them together with straw cores, and handed them over, afraid that she might change her mind.

"If you want to buy anything again, Madam Xu, don't forget to come here. I'll definitely give you the best price."

"Okay, Uncle." Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er had no doubt about Xu Zhichun's intelligence. As they left the pork stall, they hurriedly asked, "Can this be made into anything delicious?"

Xu Zhichun chuckled: "It can be made, but it's a bit troublesome. I'll make it tonight and let you try it tomorrow morning. But to be honest, I've thought of a dish that can be made with this, and I'm planning to sell the recipe to Manager Tang. Don't tell anyone after you eat it. If you want to eat it again in the future, I'll make it for you to satisfy your cravings."

If you're going to sell your daughter, you can't possibly teach her how to do it; they're not so shameless as to ask.

Being able to satisfy a craving is already quite good compared to others.

Both of them readily agreed with smiles, yet remained puzzled: "What kind of dishes can you make with this pigskin? Stir-fry? Stew? Deep-fry?"

If it were that simple, it wouldn't really be considered a recipe.

Forget it, I'll just wait until tomorrow morning to try it.

Of course, they were envious, but both of them had a rather laid-back personality. To put it bluntly, they weren't greedy. They were already living such a fulfilling and wealthy life, what more could they want?

If it weren't for Xu Zhichun leading the way, who knows what they would be doing.

So everyone was happy for her.

Zeng Xiaoyan: "Congratulations, Sister-in-law Zhichun! If this recipe sells out tomorrow, we'll definitely have meat sauce noodles again."

Aunt Pearl: "Two large spoonfuls."

Xu Zhichun chuckled, "We don't even know if Manager Tang will want it. If it sells, there will definitely be two big spoonfuls of meat sauce noodles!"

The two men laughed heartily, "They'll definitely sell!" and "Yeah, right!"

Chatting and laughing, they went to buy chicken. Zeng Xiaoyan picked out a large, fat rooster that weighed a full four pounds.

Passing by a steamed bun shop, Xu Zhichun bought fifteen large steamed buns. Under the two people's wide, puzzled gazes, he explained, "Isn't today the day for land reclamation? I bought these to take back and we can each have two to share."

Clearing land is hard work, and although they were paid, Xu Zhichun felt that adding two more steamed buns would help everyone have a fuller meal.

Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er were both somewhat moved, "You..."

When I met up with Liang Mingliang and told him about the dinner party that night, Liang Mingliang immediately perked up, grinning from ear to ear and saying "okay" over and over again.

Although the food at home has improved a lot now, with him and his wife buying two pounds of meat every two days and his mother often giving everyone eggs, of course, the food at Sister Zhichun's house is still the best.

On the way back, Xu Zhichun chatted and laughed with them while pondering the aspic.

She bought pork skin, of course, to make pork skin jelly.

It's easy to make, just takes a little time, but it's delicious and worth it.

When Xu Zhichun was buying pork skin, he thought about it for a moment and then gave up the idea of ​​making and selling it himself.

If their konjac tofu stall also sells pork skin jelly, it won't be long before people notice that they buy pork skin every day. Given the texture of the pork skin jelly, it will be easy to guess what the pork skin jelly is made of.

Once you know the raw materials, it's not difficult to make a trial version.

Ordinary people might not be like that, but anyone who runs a restaurant or eatery is bound to have extensive kitchen experience. It would be strange not to think of that.

You know, in winter, leftover pork trotter soup or bone broth will solidify and look a lot like aspic, which is easy for insiders to recognize.

When that time comes, it will probably be difficult for her to buy pigskin again.

Besides, even now, there's no guarantee that you can buy pigskin every day.

Buying it and then cooking it takes so much time.

Earning this money myself is too complicated and unpredictable, so it's better to sell the recipe.

The idea of ​​making aspic comes from stewed pig's trotters that solidify overnight in winter. Isn't that reasonable? Manager Tang could only praise her talent and ingenuity in this area.

(End of this chapter)