Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen-Chapter 17

Walking Around the County 𝙛𝘳𝘦e𝓌e𝗯n𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝚘𝑚

Jian Dalang sighed helplessly. “Sigh, we gave birth to a daughter who is so spendthrift. I wonder who she took after.”

On the other side, after Jian Qingqing left Jian Dalang, she started to walk around the county. She wanted to find out if there was any way to make money.

It was impossible to sell vegetables and grains. Their family did not even have enough to eat.

It was also impossible to sell embroidery. She did not know how to do that.

There were still some people selling bamboo products on the street, but she did not have the skills to do so.

After passing through them one by one, Jian Qingqing arrived in front of an inn.

“Yunlai Restaurant,” Jian Qingqing muttered.

She knew how to cook, and it was quite delicious. However, this was under the support of all kinds of modern kitchenware and all kinds of seasonings.

Without the gas and induction cooker that could control the intensity of the fire at any time, she did not know how to control the temperature of this kind of earthen stove.

Moreover, without seasoning, even she could not make any nice food. The path of being a cook would not work either.

However, she stared at the children who were standing outside the restaurant and reporting the menu to passersby. She realized that they were all common stews, stir-fried meat, and stir-fried vegetables. She suddenly had an idea.

Jian Qingqing walked over and stopped the waiter who was reporting the menu. She asked with a smile, “Brother waiter, do you need mushrooms?”

“Mushrooms?” The waiter thought for a moment, then said, “There are some customers who want to eat mushroom soup, but very few people sell it. Do you want to sell it? I wonder if the quantity is big?”

There’s a chance!

Jian Qingqing smiled even more sincerely. “My home is in the Jian Family Village. If you want it, there will be more than ten catties of it every day these days.”

“Do you know how to recognize good mushrooms? Don’t accidentally pick poisonous mushrooms. When that happens, not only us, but even you will be in big trouble.”

The reason why restaurants rarely sold mushroom-based food was not only because of the lack of stock, but also because some people did not know how to recognize good mushrooms. If poisonous mushrooms were mixed in and sold, it would be troublesome. If something happened to a nobleman who ate it, the whole family might lose their lives.

This matter could not be joked about, so Jian Qingqing stopped smiling and said seriously, “We eat mushrooms every day. I will pick the common ones. I guarantee that nothing will happen!”

The waiter thought for a moment. A normal mushroom chef would be able to recognize it, so there should not be any problems, so he said, “Okay, we want all of them. When can you deliver them? Tomorrow? But we have to see the quality of the mushrooms before we can negotiate the price.”

The waiter was the nephew of the restaurant manager, so he could still make this decision.

This was not a problem. Jian Qingqing quickly agreed, “Okay, I’ll send them to you at midnight tomorrow!”

It was eight o’clock in the morning. It would take about an hour and a half to walk from the Jian Village to the county town. She went down to pick mushrooms and sell them the next day. It was enough time.

After doing a short-term stable business, Jian Qingqing was very happy. She jogged to the meat stall.

“Boss, how much is this fat meat?” She had her eyes on a big piece of fat meat. This kind of meat was usually used for frying. Although it was not healthy to eat too much fried lard, the cooking of the lard was really delicious.

“80 wen a catty,” the pork stall owner said loudly.

Jian Qingqing was shocked. This was really expensive. As expected, when the disaster year arrived, the price of the food had increased.

Jian Qingqing looked at the pig bones that had been shaved clean. “Then, boss, how much is this bone?”

“15 wen.”

Although there was no meat in the pig bones, it could still have a meaty taste after being boiled. Many poor families would buy this kind of bone.

“What about the pork ribs?”

“This one costs 25 wen.”

Perhaps the boss thought Jian Qingqing was too inquisitive, so he introduced every single one of them. “This kind of lean meat costs 55 wen, pork ribs costs 70 wen, and pork ribs costs 70 wen. What do you want, Miss?”