Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Getting stronger was undoubtedly good news, as now she wouldn’t need to find extra help for selling simred pork in the county.
Originally, she planned to ask Gu Jiajie, but now she could handle it all by herself.
Gu Jin returned to the kitchen and started with the simred pork head.
She placed the cleaned and large-cut pork head evenly into the pot, added all sorts of seasonings, poured in an appropriate amount of water, and covered the pot to start the fire.
The simring process required bringing it to a boil on high heat first, then slowly warming it over low heat, which gave the pork a particularly fragrant aroma.
Gu Jin sat by the stove watching the fire, occasionally adding more wood.
Selling simred pork in the county had been her idea for so ti.
In later years, a wealthy man once said that in the 1980s you could get rich by setting up a stall, many didn’t dare; in the 1990s, you could make money by buying stocks, many didn’t believe; in the 20th century, you could earn with an online store, many didn’t try.
Now that she was back in 1986, the fastest way to make money was to set up a stall and sell things.
Regardless of the tis, food is the most fundantal need for people, so she decided to sell food.
Hearing the boiling sound from the pot, Gu Jin stopped adding wood, allowing the simring dish to slow-cook over low heat.
She got up to cut pig intestines and liver.
Once she finished, the simred pork head in the pot was thoroughly cooked, extrely tender from slow simring, and the aroma perated through the kitchen.
Gu Jin put the sliced liver and intestines into a wooden bucket nearby, picked up a large bowl, and brought it to the stove to scoop out the simred pork head into the wooden basin.
The enticing aroma of the simred pork head now overshadowed the previous sll of braised pork, even more potent, wafting out into the small courtyard.
Several villagers left in the courtyard, who had co to buy at, slled the enticing aroma of the simred pork head. Without even tasting it, their mouths began to water.
Soone couldn’t help but ask, "Chen Hong, what delicious dish are you making at your house now?"
Chen Hong herself was swallowing repeatedly, knowing that Gu Jin was fiddling with pork head and intestines in the kitchen, but she hadn’t expected the aroma to be this captivating.
She took the money handed over by the person who spoke, swallowed and said, "I don’t know what Jin is fiddling with in the kitchen. It’s getting dark, so take it slow on your way back."
Her last sentence cut off the words at the other’s lips.
That person let out a humph, turned around, and left with the basin of at.
Once the last villager finished buying at and left, Gu Decang and Chen Hong finally stopped.
Uncle Gu wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "How much did we sell?"
Chen Hong weighed the small cloth bag on the wooden board; it was about half full.
"It’s all here," Chen Hong said while staring at the kitchen.
Seeing her daughter, Gu Minmin, already standing at the kitchen door, Chen Hong could no longer resist.
The captivating aroma was too tempting.
She stuffed the money-filled cloth bag into Uncle Gu’s bloodstained hands, "I’m going to the kitchen to see what delicious thing Jin is making."
Uncle Gu, holding the money-filled bag, looked back at his father.
Old Gu was also drawn by the enticing aroma from the kitchen, standing up and nodding at his son, "Let’s check the kitchen too."
Gu Decang naturally wouldn’t oppose his father, so the father and son headed to the kitchen.
"What’s that sll? I could sll it from afar, it’s just too fragrant!"
Gu Jiajie returned from delivering the pork leg to the village chief’s house and shouted as soon as he entered the courtyard.
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