Song Tan Jishi

 When it comes to breakfast, no one refuses. After all, they were all migrant workers in the early morning, and no one had enough food to fill their stomachs.

What’s more, their video footage was originally supposed to be about steaming farm rice.

So everyone swarmed to the kitchen with equipment reflectors set up.

The first thing I took a photo of was the cold shredded radish!

The room was warm and a bit dry. Everyone felt refreshed when looking at the cold dishes, not cold at all. The green radish shreds have distinct roots and are uniform in size. Now they are mixed with hot oil and chili peppers. The combination of green and red is not to mention more photogenic!

Furthermore, I don’t know where I bought the sesame oil I ordered, and it smells really good!

Yu Yan swallowed. He was instantly hungry, but it was not time to eat yet, so he had to try to change the topic:

"Is this shredded radish cut by you, Master Song? Your knife skills are so good! Sure enough, chefs are among the people!"

“No!” Qiao Qiao poked her head out from behind Zhang Yanping: “It’s the silk that I wiped out with a grater.”

 He looked sympathetic: "Have you never used it?"

 It’s so easy to use! There are also sliced, striped, and diced ones... each one only costs five yuan!

After all, this is not the past. The seventh cousin teaches Qiaoqiao, he only needs to know the basic skills and be proficient in movements. There is no need to use all tools in daily life.

“I’ve used it before...” the cameraman muttered, but he always felt that the grater was a bit disconnected from the farmland stove.

But when I took a closer look, there was a gas tank and a range hood on the other side of the large kitchen!

　　Everyone swallowed their saliva and handed the lens and lighting to the cauldron aside.

The seventh cousin opened the lid of the pot, and saw white steam steaming out of the pot first, and then revealed the golden, soft and waxy sweet potato pieces, as well as the distinct grains of rice...

The sweet aroma of sweet potatoes is mixed with the aroma of rice. At this moment, the big spoon is stirring in the pot. What is rippling is not only the pot full of porridge, but also the hearts and stomachs of the workers!

 In the middle of winter, if you can get up early and hold a bowl of such a steaming and fragrant porridge, who wouldn’t be tempted!

The new assistant's eyes were glued to it and he couldn't move. Yu Yan almost blurted out some inappropriate words. At this moment, he just made up his mind and ordered the camera to focus on the shiny cauldron on the other side. .

 However, this pot is more fragrant!

 In the big shiny iron pot, I saw thin pancakes sizzling with oil! The aroma of onions, oil, and eggs blended into one, making everyone’s stomachs no longer able to bear it, and they kept rumbling!

Cousin Seven felt proud. When the camera came closer, he took a shovel and turned the pancakes over. At the same time, he explained:

“I rolled this cake out specially to make it thin, and mixed the vermicelli, shallots, chives, and eggs inside with the dough, and then fried it in a pan with oil..."

He asked in a mean-spirited way: "Would you like to take a bite? I added scallion oil. I guess none of you don't eat scallions, right?"

Yu Yan closed her mouth tightly and shook her head—she had to pick out the chopped green onions when eating noodles, and as a reporter, it was not convenient to eat these strong flavors when working.

but…

but! !

Can you still resist eating her and still be a human being?

At this moment, he stared at the camera: "Have you finished taking the photo? After you finish taking the photo, just choose an angle and put it there. Let's have breakfast!"

The cameraman used the last bit of willpower to push the camera forward, and the assistant who was watching the lighting for a close-up couldn't help but poke his head around, so he put the camera aside and rushed directly to the stove:

 “I’ll eat the biscuit first!”

　　“Ahhhh, the shredded radish is so delicious!!”

 “Hiss…hot, hot, hot! The sweet potatoes are so hot!”

After breakfast, several people slumped on the sofa, no longer in the mood to work.

Just like that, people will feel sleepy after eating. This is a physiological factor that cannot be resisted by non-willpower - they are not working, but they are not sleeping either, so they are already considered excellent, right?

 But this is not over yet!

 After eating and drinking enough, I put a cup of hot and fragrant tea at my hand. After taking a few sips, my mouth was filled with the fragrance of tea and I felt refreshed and seemed to be less energetic...

But being so full makes it easy to make mistakes at work, so why not interview something else!

for example-

“Do you sell these ingredients at your home?”

 “Yes? Should I sell it or not? What’s the price?”

Song Tan has become accustomed to this—everyone who eats has to ask this question.

She then raised a smile and said: "There is no way to sell it. We have signed several suppliers now, and we have an online store. We can't even fill the orders..."

"If you really want it, wait until you go to the mountains to take pictures of the scenery and see if you like the radish and cabbage."

The mood of several people was ups and downs, and now they were surprised - what? ! And radish and cabbage!

Thinking of the large bowl of cold shredded radish that was completely eaten this morning, Yu Yan was the first to get excited: "I want two first..."

 She originally wanted to say 20 pounds, but radish can fit in it! So he immediately changed his mind: "I want 100 pounds!"

Her mother's house is on the first floor of the old family's courtyard, so there is a separate small courtyard. When the time comes, I will buy a pile of sand and bury the radishes in it. There will be no problem eating it until spring!

 I thought for a while and then added: “Another 100 kilograms of Chinese cabbage!”

I still have to rely on Mother Mother. She is particularly pickled. The cabbage can be marinated after eating, and it is also very durable.

As for Song Tan’s statement that there wasn’t enough food to sell, they were dubious at first, but now after eating one meal, who would still doubt it!

If the vegetable market in front of her home could be of this quality, she would have to queue up every day even if she didn't go to work!

Looking at the camera on the side again, he didn't know what he thought of, but he started shaking at this moment: "Me too!"

Looking at the surprised Yu Yan, his assistant, and the driver Li Ge, he said proudly: "My wife and children really haven't eaten anything good. Can watermelon that costs 20 yuan a pound be as delicious as this? I I have to take it back to open their eyes!"

Judging from how delicious this food is, if they hadn’t come here for an interview, I don’t know if they would have had the chance to buy it! Why don't you hurry up and stock up more in one go?

 Only the driver, Brother Li, is increasingly searching because his son is getting married. At this moment, he cautiously asked: "How much does it cost per pound?"

Song Tan thought for a while: "It's fate that you can come. I'm a member of my own family. I won't talk about the supply price - you probably can't afford that price."

 “Let’s see, radish and cabbage are 20 a pound.”

Her understatement meant it was normal. After all, for Song Tan nowadays, twenty-one pounds is really a friendly price. Didn’t you see what price Boss Chang gave him for steadily pulling in goods every day?

 However, the people in front of me still gasped!

Just like that, do you sell 50 cents a pound of radish and cabbage in the winter market for 20?

Is the price reasonable? ! A radish is dozens of times bigger! This is even more outrageous than watermelon!

Song Tan thought of something else and looked at the camera with a smile:

“You just said that your family bought 20 pounds of watermelon? If the watermelon is really delicious, it should be sold by our family.”

 (End of this chapter)