v3 Chapter 363： Business second spring

In the end, everyone was carrying a pile of pickles and sauces when everyone was leaving, even if it was Jiyue ’s mouth-watering dried pumpkin, she also took away a small bag.

In the words of Jiyue, although her mother made dried pumpkin, it tasted awkward, but it was very chewy. In case anyone of you has a unique taste, you will like it.

Zhang Guanghang was far away, so he left first. The Jiang family lived downstairs. Jiang Feng simply carried pickles and jams in several batches and gave them to his uncles.

Dividing things is particular. For example, Grandma Jiang and Siyi like to add sour beans when eating steamed buns, so they give them a little bit more.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang, fed by Wang Xiulian's love of the same superb pickle technology in recent years, definitely can't look down on ordinary Shanghai green and snow red pickles, but has just won the praise of the cabbage produced by Ji Yue mother Pickled vegetables will surely win his favor. Although Ji Yue only gave Jiang Fengyun three cans, after all, Jiang Jiankang's own dad had to give a whole can of pickled vegetables.

Auntie is obsessed with weight loss and cannot extricate herself. She is probably not interested in pickled vegetables, but she knows that Jiang Feng loves jam.

Fruit is a healthy food, and apple is a weight-loss holy product. Rounding it up with applesauce will not make you fat.

When Jiang Feng ran to Ji Yue's house for the fourth time to pick up pickled vegetables for Grandpa and Grandma Jiang, Ji Yue chased out the door with two cans of pickled peppers: "Jiang Feng, you forgot to take the pepper, your third grandfather is not spicy ?"

"My grandfather now lives in my fifth uncle's house. My fifth uncle has returned to City A to supervise the study of my two cousins. I will take peppers next time." Jiang Feng said.

Ji Xue saw that Ji Yue had almost separated all the pickles and jams, and didn't mean to leave much for himself. He asked strangely, "Ayue, don't you leave yourself some food?"

"I left it. What I put on the table was left for the two of us to eat." Ji Yue pointed to a few bottles on the table. "My mother does a lot of these things every year. She is fine at home this year. I ’ve done more. She ’s got all the pickles in her basement. It looks just like the pickle workshop. She said, let me bring these things to you and give you a point, if you like it She'll send some more, she'll send whatever you like, enough! "

Talking, Ji Yue couldn't move her eyes sticking to the jar with vinegar and garlic.

"Axue, should we share a garlic?" Ji Xue smiled as he wanted to eat garlic.

"garlic?"

"My grandma said, one garlic a day, sterilized and cleared the intestines." Ji Yue was about to move. "Do you eat garlic? The taste of this garlic made by my grandma is a bit punchy."

"Eat." Ji Xue was already convinced by Ji Yue's various pickles.

Ji Yue unscrewed the jar, and with chopsticks, she took out a garlic that had been deeply stained with vinegar.

Instantly, the smell of garlic permeated the entire room.

Jiyue began to peel garlic skillfully, handed half of it to Jiyue, and then put a whole clove of garlic in her mouth.

Take a bite.

Spicy, spicy, sour, red.

Cool!

"Ah." Ji Yue sat in a chair and sighed.

Ji Xue learned the appearance of Ji Yue and put a clove of garlic in her mouth. She bit her bite. However, her level of eating garlic was not as high as that of Ji Yue, and she almost burst into tears with the spicy taste of garlic ramming in her mouth.

But soon Ji Xue got used to it and was drunk in the ocean of vinegar and garlic.

"Ah." Ji Xue sat on the chair and sighed the same.

When Jiang Feng pushed open the door again, he saw two garlic sitting next to the table.

"Are you eating garlic?" Jiang Feng was shocked. What kind of night activity was this? It was like a cult meeting.

"Would you like two petals?" Ji Yue sent an invitation.

Jiang Feng looked at the attractive color of vinegar and garlic on the dining table, and his heart moved.

A few seconds later, a new garlic appeared on the chair.

Jiang Feng, who is fascinated by garlic, does not want to send pickles for the time being. He decides to let Wushu and Grandpa wait for a while. Now he just wants to sit on a chair and quietly be a garlic, and by the way talk with the other two garlic.

"Ji Yue, did your family pickle the crafts or did your mother learn it yourself, or did your grandma teach it to your mother?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

Pickled vegetables are usually handed over to her daughter by her mother. For example, Comrade Wang Xiulian's pickled vegetables were taught by Jiang Feng's grandmother.

"There are two kinds of pickles made by my mother and my grandmother. My mother's pickles are from my grandmother's side. My grandmother's pickles are from my hometown. Pickled vegetables are famous. I remember when I went to my grandmother ’s house when I was a kid, pickled vegetable workshops were everywhere. My two princes were originally engaged in pickled vegetables business. "I remember when my grandmother was making pickles when I was a kid, I used to make dozens or hundreds of cylinders. I ate them for the family first, and sold them after I could n’t finish them."

Jiang Feng: ...

You also said that your family originally didn't sell pickled vegetables.

"What happened then?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Later, my grandmother didn't do it when she was older, and my uncles did not make pickles. They changed their clothes to wholesale with my dad. But I remember my mom told me, not my two.舅舅 I do n’t want to do the pickled dish business, mainly because the pickled dish business did n’t work well in the future. ”Ji Yue squinted her eyes.“ Although pickled pickles are famous in my house, they are all made in small workshops or at home. How can the competitiveness of a large factory and a small workshop artificially be comparable to those produced by the assembly lines of a large factory? Besides, what is made in the small workshop is really a bit uneasy. My two uncles persisted for a few minutes. I really couldn't keep up with it, so I switched to work with my dad in the clothing industry. "

"What about now?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Now? My dad almost went bankrupt last year. My two aunts were almost the same. My aunt was divorced directly from my aunt. Now all three of them are running business outside. My second aunt should be pickling with my mother. Well, she also likes to make pickles. It is said that it ’s just said that, last year, my second wife ’s family was a bit worse than mys. My second wife sold the house directly, and their money for renting out the house was sold by my second wife The dish earns. "Ji Yue said.

"How many pickles did your family pickle?" Jiang Feng was shocked.

"I do n’t know how many pickles my second aunt has made, but after my mother heard about my second aunt selling pickles, she was in a state of peril and was afraid that my dad would run out of business this time and went bankrupt to return and sell the house ~ www. novelhall.com ~ So I made a lot of pickles, and also learned a variety of jams and pickles, just in case they are needed. "

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

"It wasn't for me to tell you. When my dad's clothing wholesale business was the largest, half of the province's clothing wholesale had to go through his hands, but anyone who has done the clothing industry in our province has never eaten my mother. Pickled vegetables. Every year in the winter, my home is like a pickled vegetable wholesale market. "Ji Yuedao.

Jiang Feng: ...

"What about your dad's business now?" Ji Xue asked curiously.

"I don't know, it should be ok. If not, my mother and my second aunt should go out and sell pickled vegetables together now." Ji Yuedao said.

"So what should your mother do with so many pickles before?" Ji Xue soul asked.

"I don't know, it should be given away, my mother didn't tell me." Ji Yue thoughtfully.

Jiang Feng's eyes brightened, and she thought of it.

"Why not ... discuss with your mother how to sell pickled vegetables to us Taifeng House?" Jiang Feng smiled as belonging to the capitalist.

"what?"

"Ji Xue, in all fairness, is the pickled fried rice we eat tonight enough for the menu?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Eligible." Ji Xue affirmed, "much better than Yangzhou fried rice, which has a poor sales in our store."

"Yes, we have some stores in this supply channel, and the delivery is definitely not a problem. Whether it is fried rice, bamboo shoots, fried meat or directly delivered as a side dish, your pickled vegetables are great!" Slap, "How's it? Go and talk to your mom, I'll talk to my mom, and we'll get results tomorrow."

Month and month :? ? ?

My mother's career is about to shine second spring?

Is my family destined to sell pickled vegetables?