Chapter 242 Red Soup

Li Shuang stood on the turret and watched their backs, her heart heavy.

Stay or go? It would have been a life-or-death gamble for anyone, but he had decided to stay.

To his surprise, Li Zhi also chose to stay behind instead of taking advantage of the chaos to escape from Dunyu.

Uncle Li is currently on bail awaiting trial. If he leaves Dunyu City, the 150,000 taels of silver deposit will be confiscated, and he will not be able to return to the Li family at all.

But the Li family doesn't care about this little money, and I believe Li Zhi doesn't care either.

Li Shuang had always believed that this uncle was mediocre and impulsive, but this time his concentration was surprisingly good.

He felt very unhappy. If Li Zhi escapes, the Li family will be left without an owner again, and he will easily take over.

Now, he has to wait for a few more months.

The situation in Dunyu City was changing day by day, and he really couldn't wait any longer.

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It was getting dark, and Ding Zuodong also arrived at Hesu Tower.

Shan Youjun came with him. Today's Dunyu City is in chaos. Ding Zuodong is full of valuable contracts and is afraid of being robbed.

Few restaurants in the city are open for business today, with the exception of Hesu Restaurant.

From cook to waiter, Ding Zuodong promised huge sums of money. Of course, the most important thing is that this restaurant is now owned by Mr. He. As the owner of the restaurant is so calm, the servants are reluctant to accept it.

However, there are only two tables of customers in this time-honored restaurant tonight. They are both regulars and drunkards. They will come before the sky falls.

Ding Zuodong sniffed as soon as he came in: there was an indescribable fragrance in the air.

As a serious lover of fried peanuts, he can tell that there must be a thick aroma of oil inside, but what is the rest of the smell that can penetrate into people's lungs arrogantly?

He called the waiter over and asked: "Where is the boss's house? Also, what is the cooking in the kitchen that tastes so delicious!"

The guy answered these two questions in just one sentence:

"My boss has been in the kitchen for two hours and said he didn't see anyone except you."

Ding Zuodong and Shan Youjun were both surprised. At this juncture, their boss actually stayed in the kitchen all afternoon?

He's so big-hearted, things are going crazy outside!

The two rushed to the kitchen, and unexpectedly saw Mao Tao outside the door. Ding Zuodong recognized that this was He Lingchuan's horse boy, but he didn't expect that this man had made a chair and sat at the door, actually guarding the door.

Fortunately, Maotao also recognized Ding Zuodong and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Boss, Manager Ding is here!"

He Lingchuan's voice came from the kitchen: "Manager Ding, please come in."

Maotao then stood up and gave way.

The two of them were full of curiosity. When they walked in, they found that there was no one else in the kitchen except He Lingchuan.

"Master, what are you doing?"

There are pots one after another on the table, and at first count there are twenty or thirty. Fortunately, this is a large restaurant, and the number of tableware is astonishing. The basin is filled with red...

Ding Zuodong pointed to the basin: "Wait a minute, is this oil?"

He was sure that the strange fragrance came from the basin. But the liquid in the basin is bright red with red gold, which always gives people a murderous feeling.

He Lingchuan came over: "Yes. How was your result today?"

He could smell oil all over his body, especially his hair.

When he mentioned the results of the battle, the wrinkles on Ding Zuodong's face relaxed: "We got it! Boss, we successfully took down the 'You Tiger'!" After saying that, he took out a stack of contracts from his arms and handed them over. "I also took the opportunity today to buy two stores and thirty acres of water to irrigate the fields. It was too cheap to let go."

Shan Youjun poked his head at the side: "An old brand that specializes in sesame oil, 'Oil Tiger'?"

"Is there a second one? Unless it's a fake!" Ding Zuodong was rarely elated, "Originally, 'Youhu' was ready to be sold to the Shu family, but I intercepted it and the price was ten taels higher than the Shu family! Hehe, no matter what He's even taller than ten liang. You haven't seen that brat from the Shu family, his face is as angry as pig liver."

Back then, he was kicked out by the Shu family on random charges. He had been feeling sulky until now, and he finally let out a little of it.

"Is he bidding with you?" He Lingchuan raised a large spoon and fished something out of the boiling pot.

"We only competed once. I gave him a few jabs, and he threw up his sleeves and ran away."

The last time the Shu family's steward saw Ding Zuodong, he looked at him through his nostrils and sent him away with a handful of money. Fortunately, this time, it was still the same steward, but Ding Zuodong was so angry that he didn't dare to talk back, so he could only complain. gone.

The feeling of bullying others cannot be said to be refreshing, it can only be regarded as relaxed and happy.

Ding Zuodong once again felt that the thigh in front of him was the right one.

"Congratulations to the owner, the entire 'Oil Tiger' industry, including more than ten hectares of fields, five oil mills, and seven oil stores, is yours!"

One of the key products of Dunyu and its surrounding areas is oil.

Peanut oil, rapeseed oil, and sesame oil can all be sold as far away as possible inside and outside the state, and even presented to the capital as tribute.

"Youhu" is a 30-year-old local brand in Dunyu. It even has its own raw material fields, the quality is controllable, and it is deeply loved by people.

It has always been one of the key points that Ding Zuodong suggested to He Lingchuan to take into his pocket. However, before today, the other party couldn't let go of it and was half-hearted. Even the Shu family couldn't grasp it.

"If today's situation was not special, I might not be able to win it."

"Thank you for your hard work." He Lingchuan poured the contents of the pot into a bowl, then poured the bright red oil in the basin into it, "Here, have a taste."

The two of them took the bamboo chopsticks handed over by their host in a daze, and hesitated for a moment: "Ah this?"

This Mr. He doesn't look like someone who can cook. Is it a hidden skill?

Shan Youjun was more straightforward. He picked up a piece of meat soup with his chopsticks.

He picked up another piece of bean sprouts with his chopsticks.

He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. His cheeks slowly stopped moving and his eyes became wider and wider.

He Lingchuan didn't see what he wanted to say: "What's up?"

Before Shan Youjun could reply, he sneezed twice.

Fortunately, he remembered to turn his head first.

"Choking! Cough cough cough..." Shan Youjun couldn't speak coherently, and his face was flushed.

He Lingchuan was well prepared. He brought a glass of water, cut two balls of ice from the branches outside and added them to it, and handed it to him: "Just drink it."

Shan Youjun took it and gulped it down in one breath, and let out a long "ah".

Ah, I'm relieved.

His performance was too exaggerated. He Lingchuan found a pair of chopsticks and took a bite to taste it himself.

Well, it's not the best taste in my memory, but it's still okay. After all, he is just a foodie, not a chef.

"Old Ding, try it."

Seeing Shan Youjun's performance, Ding Zuodong was nervous, but he had to pick up his chopsticks because his boss asked him to.

He didn't know what he had eaten, but the taste exploded in his mouth.

Spicy, spicy, fragrant, took turns, and finally burst into a word "fresh".

Huh?

Eh?

He Lingchuan asked him with a smile: "How is it?"

"I, I can't say it." Ding Zuodong felt that he was not good at speaking for the first time, "What did I eat?"

"Pig blood."

"I'll try it again." Ding Zuodong stretched out his chopsticks and picked up another piece of meat soup.

Shan Youjun watched from the side and couldn't help saying: "Don't you think it's spicy?"

"Spicy is the taste." Red oil flowed from the corner of Ding Zuodong's mouth, and he didn't notice it, "You are not a local, you don't understand!"

People in the southern part of Xiazhou like spicy food, He Lingchuan knew it long ago, and there are even a lot of small peppers here.

Shan Youjun couldn't help but reach out for more chopsticks when he saw him eating so happily.

Although the food was sizzling because of the spiciness, the taste was strange. The spicier it was, the more unbearable it was and the more he wanted to eat.

The two of them ate one chopstick after another, and the bowl was soon empty, leaving only the red oil. Even the last sprout was gone, but Ding Zuodong still stretched out his chopsticks to scoop it up a few times, still not satisfied.

Shan Youjun, whose throat was smoking, ran outside to eat snow.

He Lingchuan threw two pieces of paper over: "Wipe your mouth."

"You lost your composure, you lost your composure!" Ding Zuodong wiped his mouth, and the paper was covered with red oil. "I'm sorry to make the boss laugh, but this bowl of food is really delicious."

He went to the water tank to scoop a spoonful of water to drink, and then went to find a piece of paper.

It was so spicy that my nose was clear.

He Lingchuan pointed at the red oil and asked, "Do you think the people of Dunyu will like this?"

"Yes!" Ding Zuodong gave a thumbs up, "Definitely, definitely."

The people of Dunyu love spicy food, but they have never combined oil, spicy, salty and spicy together. Ding Zuodong felt that they would definitely tremble from the depths of their souls with this taste.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Let the chef of Hesulou study the dishes as soon as possible, and I'll write the ingredients for you."

Since Ding Zuodong took over a time-honored restaurant, He Lingchuan began to ponder the "Hundred Fragrances Collection" obtained in the Panlong Dream. The spices in it do have a special preparation method for the "spicy" series. Besides, he had eaten so many spicy hot pots, maocai, skewers, and red oil pots in his previous life, and the taste had long been imprinted in his memory, and he couldn't help wanting to eat it once he was touched.

So this afternoon he took the spices from the medicine shop and started tinkering here.

It was barely successful.

As the owner, he could not invest more energy in this step. The rest depends on Ding Zuodong and Hesulou.

Ding Zuodong was delighted: "We have a pharmacy and an oil mill, so making this is not a problem. The recipe must be made by a dedicated person to keep it secret, adding another signboard to Hesulou!"

He Lingchuan laughed: "No matter how secret it is, it will spread. Even if others don't know, they will try to make it."

Red oil is not difficult to make. Its existence itself points the way for others.

Ding Zuodong also understands this truth: "The longer you can stay, the better."

He Lingchuan scooped water to wash his hands, and then heard Ding Zuodong say again: "The Zhan family left. I heard that their remaining grain and land were sold to the state government, including the military farms that were originally eaten."

"Before we came to Dunyu, the Zhan family was selling off their property and half of their people moved away. Now they have no reason to stay." He Lingchuan was not surprised, "Many people followed the Zhan family, right?"

When a large family migrates like this, other small nobles and common people who intend to leave will follow, one to follow the crowd, and the other for safety.