Chapter 367 The Second Spring of Career
In the end, everyone left with a bunch of pickles and sauces in their hands. Even the dried pumpkin, which Ji Yue kept saying was not recommended, she gave each of them a small bag to take away.
In Ji Yue's words, although her mother's dried pumpkin doesn't taste very good, it still tastes good when chewed. In case any of you have a unique taste, you might like it.
Zhang Guanghang's home was far away, so he left first. The Jiang family lived downstairs, so Jiang Feng simply took the pickles and jam down in batches and distributed them to his uncles.
There are certain things to pay attention to when dividing things. For example, Grandma Jiang and Fourth Aunt like to eat sour beans when they eat steamed buns, so they share more sour beans.
Comrade Jiang Jiankang, fed by Comrade Wang Xiulian's same superb pickle skills over the years, must have disdain for ordinary Shanghai green and Xueli red pickles, but the cabbage produced by Ji Yue's mother has just received unanimous praise from everyone. Pickles are sure to win his heart. Although Ji Yue only gave Jiang Fengyun three cans of pickles, after all, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's own father must have given a whole can of pickles.
The eldest aunt is obsessed with losing weight and is probably not interested in pickles, but Jiang Feng knows that the eldest aunt loves to eat jam.
Fruit is a healthy food, and apples are a holy food for weight loss. Even if you eat applesauce, you won’t gain weight.
When Jiang Feng ran to Ji Yue's house for the fourth time to bring pickles to the old man and Grandma Jiang, Ji Yue took two cans of pickled peppers and chased him out the door: "Jiang Feng, you forgot to bring the peppers. Your third grandfather doesn't like spicy food." ”
"My third grandfather is now living in my fifth uncle's house. My fifth aunt has returned to City A to supervise the studies of my two cousins. I will pick up the peppers on my next trip." Jiang Feng said.
Ji Xue saw that Ji Yue had almost divided all the pickles and jam and had no intention of leaving much for herself, so she asked strangely: "Ah Yue, don't you want to leave some for yourself?"
"I kept them. What I put on the table is for the two of us to eat." Ji Yue pointed to a few bottles on the table, "My mother makes a lot of these things every year. She has nothing to do at home this year. I’ve made more, and I have them all in most of the basement of my house. It's her pickle jar, it looks like a pickle workshop. She said, let me bring these things over and share them with you. If you like them, she will send some more. She will send you whatever you like. , enough! ”
As he talked, Ji Yue's eyes were glued to the jar of vinegar and garlic and couldn't move away.
"Axue, how about we share a piece of garlic?" Ji Yue smiled as if she wanted to eat garlic.
"Garlic?"
"My grandma said that one piece of garlic a day can sterilize and cleanse the intestines." Ji Yue was already ready to move, "Do you eat garlic? The garlic my grandma made tastes a bit strong."
"Eat." Ji Xue was already impressed by the various pickles at Ji Yue's house.
Ji Yue unscrewed the jar and used chopsticks to fish out a piece of garlic that had been deeply stained with vinegar.
Instantly, the whole house was filled with the smell of garlic.
Ji Yue began to peel garlic skillfully, handed half of it to Ji Xue, and then put the whole clove of garlic into her mouth.
Take one bite.
Pungent, spicy, sour, and punchy.
Cool!
"Ah." Ji Yue sighed while sitting on the chair.
Ji Xue followed Ji Yue's example and put a clove of garlic into her mouth and took a bite. However, her level of eating garlic was not as good as Ji Yue's. She almost choked to tears due to the spicy taste of garlic that rushed through her mouth.
But Ji Xue soon adapted and became intoxicated in the sea of vinegar and garlic.
"Ah." Ji Xue sat on the chair and sighed the same way.
When Jiang Feng opened the door again, he saw two garlics sitting next to the dining table.
"Are you eating garlic?" Jiang Feng was shocked. What kind of night activity was this? It was like a meeting of a cult.
"Would you like two petals?" Ji Yue invited.
Jiang Feng looked at the attractive color of vinegar garlic on the dining table and was moved.
A few seconds later, a new garlic appeared on the chair.
Jiang Feng, who was obsessed with eating garlic, didn't want to deliver pickles for the time being, so he decided to let his fifth uncle and third grandfather wait for a while. Now he just wanted to sit on the chair and be a garlic quietly, while chatting with the other two garlics.
"Ji Yue, is your family's pickling craft inherited from your ancestors, or did your mother learn it by herself, or did your grandma teach it to your mother?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.
The pickling technique is usually passed down from mother to daughter. For example, Comrade Wang Xiulian's pickling technique was taught by Jiang Feng's grandmother.
"The pickles made by my mother and the pickles made by my grandma are two different kinds. The pickles made by my mother are from my grandma's side. The pickles made by my grandma are from my hometown. Pickles are famous. I remember when I was a kid, I went to my grandma’s house and there were pickle workshops everywhere. The two uncles were originally in the pickle business," Ji Yue said, feeling a little happy when he remembered what happened when he was a child. "I remember when my grandmother was making pickles when I was a child, she would make dozens or hundreds of jars at a time. Eat it for your family, and sell it when you can’t finish it.”
Jiang Feng:...
You also said that your family did not originally sell pickles.
"What happened next?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Later, my grandma stopped doing it when she got older, and my uncles stopped doing the pickle business and started working with my dad in wholesale clothing. But I remember my mom told me that it wasn't my two My uncle doesn’t want to do the pickle business, mainly because the pickle business has become difficult to do later.” Ji Yue squinted her eyes, “Although my family is very famous for pickles, they are all small workshops or factories. I make it at home, and there is no particularly big factory. How can the competitiveness of hand-made products in small workshops be compared to those produced by assembly lines in large factories? Besides, the things made in small workshops are indeed a bit uneasy for me. The two uncles persisted for several years and couldn’t hold on any longer, so they simply changed careers and joined my father in the clothing industry.”
"What about now?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Now? My dad almost went bankrupt last year, and so did my two uncles. My eldest aunt divorced my eldest uncle directly, and now the three of them are running businesses outside. My second aunt should be making pickles with my mother. Well, she also likes to make pickles. It is said that my second uncle's family was in a worse situation than mine last year. My second uncle sold the house directly, and all the money they paid for renting a house outside depended on my second aunt selling pickled vegetables. You earn it from food." Ji Yue said.
"How many pickles did your family pickle?" Jiang Feng was shocked.
"I don't know how many pickles my second aunt made, but after my mother heard about my second aunt's deeds of selling pickles, she was wary of danger. She was afraid that my father would go bankrupt and have to sell the house when he came back. So she specially I made a lot of pickles, and also learned a variety of new jams and pickles, just in case I need them.”
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"I'm not bragging to you. When my father's clothing wholesale business was at its peak, half of the clothing wholesale in the province had to go through his hands. But among those in the clothing industry in our province, who hasn't tried my mother's food? Pickles. Every winter, my house is packed with people, just like the pickle wholesale market." Ji Yue said.
Jiang Feng:...
"So how is your dad's business now?" Ji Xue asked curiously.
"I don't know, it should be okay. If not, my mother and my second aunt should go out to sell pickles together now." Ji Yue said.
"Then what should you do with all the pickles your mother made before?" Ji Xue Soul asked.
"I don't know. It should be given away. My mother didn't tell me." Ji Yue said thoughtfully.
Jiang Feng's eyes lit up and he had a plan in mind.
"How about... discuss with your mother about selling the pickles to our Tai Feng Building?" Jiang Feng showed a capitalist smile.
"Huh?"
"Ji Xue, in all fairness, is the pickled vegetable fried rice we had tonight good enough to be on the menu?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It's qualified." Ji Xue affirmed, "It's much more delicious than the Yangzhou fried rice that has poor sales in our store."
"Yes, our store also has some of these supply channels, and transportation is definitely not a problem. Your pickled vegetables are great whether used for fried rice, fried bamboo shoots, fried meat, or directly as a side dish for separate delivery!" Jiang Fengyi He clapped his hands and said, "How about it? You go discuss it with your mother, and I'll discuss it with mine. We'll get the results tomorrow."
Ji Yue:? ? ?
Is my mother’s career going to have a second spring?
Is my family destined to sell pickles? (End of chapter)