Everyone who was eating turned to look at the cute girl, pointing and talking about something.

The little girl was not discouraged. When she went out to start her own business in the countryside, she had met with a more direct rejection. What did a small setback like this count as?

As for the remaining two restaurants, one of them was busy on the street and had business. There was an endless stream of people coming to eat, and there were not enough seats. Some people were even sitting in front of the door with bowls in their hands.

The lady thought for a moment, then turned around and went to the restaurant at the end of the street. There weren't many people in the restaurant, so she pushed open the curtain and walked in.

"Hello, I have a dish recipe passed down from my ancestors here. I wonder if Lady Boss is interested?"

The fat woman looked up and down at the cute girl, not looking down on her at all. "What kind of recipe is it, do you have the dishes on hand?"

"There are no orders, but I will make it. If you are interested, I can make it for you to try." At this point, the lady was a bit nervous. If the shop rejected her, she would have to find another way out.

"Humph, you are still young. It seems like you were rejected by them. That's why you came here to try your luck." The fat woman snorted as she placed the abacus on the table, walked out from behind the counter, and started probing around the girl. "What are you going to do?"

The few people in the restaurant looked over curiously. The cute girl looked directly at the fat woman's probing gaze. "I want to make pork."

"Pork?" The fat woman seemed to have heard a joke. At this time, most of the pork meat was not very good and it was still stinky. Only the greedy families would buy some pork bone and lard back, but it was really rare to find pork in a restaurant.

As far as the lady could remember, there were very few people who ate pork. Since there were very few people who raised pigs and even fewer people who ate pork, perhaps there were no dishes in the restaurant that would be very popular in the future, thus she boldly suggested cooking pork.

"Boss Qiao, just let this little girl have a try. No one is eating this time anyways." This training hall had been opened for more than ten years, ever since the fat woman's father's generation. Unfortunately, there wasn't much food to offer, and only neighbors like them would give them some face before wrapping up their lives. If this little woman really got something good out of this place, this shabby shop might change a little.

Hearing his old acquaintances say this, Qiao Ke reluctantly nodded. "Old Song sent me some pork today. I don't know what you're going to do. Why don't you come with me to the kitchen and try it out?"

The mistress was careless. She quickly followed the fat woman to the kitchen in the backyard and took out a piece of pork hind leg meat from the well. The few people who were eating also came to watch the commotion.

The little girl did not care about them. She picked up the kitchen knife and cut off the fat part of her hind leg. She originally wanted to make the East Slope into meat, but she could not find the ingredients, so she decided to use this piece of meat to make the Red Braised Meat.

Find the scallions, ginger, garlic, slice, put the pork in boiling water once, add a piece of ginger, boiling water after the pork out, this process can to some extent remove the pig's fishy smell, and pork in the blood foam.

Then she washed the pork in clean water, heated the frying pan and poured the oil into it. Then she put a piece of the sugar that Choco had broken into the oil and turned it into syrup. When all the sugar had melted away, she put the pork in the coloring, poured in some white wine, soy sauce, and smelt it for three minutes.

Very soon, an enticing smell of meat wafted through the kitchen.

The few people waiting outside looked at each other in dismay. They did not know how a lady could cook such a fragrant pork with a sweet scent.

Qiao Ke drooled, and wished he could eat it immediately. At the same time, he was curious as to how the delicate lady had done it. "How did you make the pork so fragrant?"

"Many people didn't know how to remove the fishy smell from the pork. My ancestors had a way to cook, and I usually liked to research cooking, so I came up with this dish." As expected, no one here knew what the Red Braised Meat was used for.

After saying that, she poured the stewed red braised pork that she had smelt for three minutes into a clay pot. She filled the pot with water, covered half of the pot, and covered it with a lid. After waiting for nearly half an hour, the fragrance from the pot assaulted her senses, causing her to salivate.

Although Qiao Ke had already eaten lunch, the smell of the meat was truly fragrant. It was so fragrant that she wanted to immediately have a taste and see. "Is it ready?"

"Wait, wait a little longer."

He did not know how many times he had asked, but the lady was so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back.

The man who had suggested that Joko let the girl try said, "I can't miss this taste. It's definitely delicious. It seems like the restaurant that Old Joe left behind has a chance of reviving."

The other two scoffed at him, "Not only do you smell good, we smell good too. I didn't expect pork to be so delicious. How strange."

Hearing them speak like this, the hesitation in Qiao Ke's heart had long since disappeared. He could not wait to immediately obtain the recipe from his mistress.

The cute girl used a cloth to carry the jar to the lobby. The moment the lid was opened, the hall was filled with the smell of meat. The four onlookers impatiently picked up a piece of meat with their chopsticks and put it in their mouths.

He saw that the pork was red in color, and it looked oily. When he used his chopsticks, the meat seemed to be cut at the waist, and he put it into his mouth to take a probing bite. It was fragrant, sweet, soft and not too greasy.

The first bite lasted for two seconds, then Joco's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the girl. The next second, he retracted his gaze and quickly picked up another piece to put into his mouth.

"This smell!" Absolutely! " The several of them used their chopsticks one after another. Soon, the meat in the pot was finished.

"What is this smell?" Aunt Qiao, what is your family's new dish? " A twelve to thirteen year old boy stuck his head in and saw a few people eating something around the table. He hurriedly came in and said, "What are you guys eating for!?" Why didn't you call me! "

After snatching the chopsticks from Joco's hands, the boy no longer cared about cleaning them. He hurriedly picked up a piece of meat from the jar and put it in his mouth. "Pah pah pah, why is it a piece of ginger!" When he went to take more, there was no ginger in the jar. The boy was so angry that he dipped his chopsticks in the soup and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up. Aunt Qiao, is there anything else? I'll get my dad to buy a can! "

Seeing that he was dressed in silk, the lady thought that his family was quite wealthy. The fat woman, Qiao Ke, smiled as she snatched the chopsticks from his hands. "I don't have any meat left today. If you want to eat, ask your father to come buy some tomorrow."

Qiao Ke opened his mouth and asked his daughter, "How much are you planning to sell this recipe for?"

She thought that they might work together again in the future, so she told her, "Sister Qiao, please give me some. My mother and brother are still waiting for me to buy some rice to eat. If we work together, I still have other ways to give Sister Qiao."