Chapter 13 Setting up a stall to sell meat buns - "Rebirth in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after separation"
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"Then...then where do you plan to sell it?"
Zhao Sumei's tone has softened. Although she is worried, she believes in her man.
"There is an agricultural machinery factory in the town, with more than 300 workers, and they all have lunch in the factory.
The food in the factory canteen is poor and many workers are unwilling to eat. Some often go out to buy food.
I asked around, but no one cares about the area at the entrance of the factory. Just set up a stall."
"Then when are you going?"
"Tomorrow." Lin Guoqiang stood up, "Tonight I will make the noodles and marinate the meat first, and then get up early tomorrow morning to bake the buns."
He did what he said.
That night, Zhao Sumei and her two children went to bed first, while Lin Guoqiang was busy at the stove alone.
He cut the pork belly into large pieces, blanched it in water to remove the fishy smell, then fried it with rock sugar, put the meat pieces in and stir-fried until it gets the color, added soy sauce, cooking wine, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, ginger, green onions, and finally poured in water and simmered over low heat.
The flames in the stove licked the bottom of the pot, and the broth in the pot bubbled. The aroma slowly spread and filled the whole room.
Zhao Sumei turned over on the kang and sniffed drowsily: "It smells so good..."
Lin Guoqiang smiled, turned down the heat, covered the pot, and let the meat simmer slowly in the pot.
Then he started kneading the noodles.
The dough of Bai Ji Mo should be hard and you have to knead it hard.
He poured the flour into a basin, added yeast powder and warm water, and kneaded it again and again.
Until the dough is smooth and elastic, cover it with a damp cloth and place it on the stove to ferment.
By the time all this was done, it was already midnight.
He washed his hands, walked to the kang, and looked at his sleeping wife and daughter.
Zhao Sumei's brows relaxed in her sleep, and were not always wrinkled like before.
Lin Jing kicked off the quilt, one leg was exposed, and her little feet were dirty.
Lin Wei was sleeping on her stomach, with her butt stuck out high and a string of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.
He gently covered Lin Jing's quilt, turned Lin Wei over, and then lay on the kang, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.
The ceiling is a freshly-pasted newspaper with an article about "reform and opening up."
The title is very eye-catching - "Let some people get rich first."
He stared at the line of words for a long time.
In his last life, he was one of those people who "didn't get rich".
It’s not that he didn’t have a chance, it’s that he didn’t seize the opportunity when it came.
He always thinks about helping others first, and by the time he has finished helping others, the opportunity will be gone.
In this life, he will not miss it again.
Lin Guoqiang got up at 4:30 in the morning the next day.
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