PNB Chapter 120
Chapter 120
As soon as Zhong Ruyi left, the man hurriedly went to find the medicine boy, "Brother, brother! What kind of medicine did that girl just get? Give me a few too!"
The medicine boy rolled his eyes and said, "I came here with a prescription to get the medicine. What's your illness and you have to get the same medicine as me?"
He ignored the medicine boy's cold eyes and said hastily, "I'll pay double the money and give me a few patches like hers!"
The medicine boy looked him up and down as if he was looking at a fool, but if he had the chance to make money, he would be a fool too. He nodded, thinking about the name and dosage of the medicine on the prescription, and prepared a few prescriptions.
"Here, give me the money over there!" As soon as he wrapped the oil paper, the man snatched it away, hurriedly paid the money and left, ignoring the medicine boy calling him from behind.
The medicine boy was furious. "This guy said he would give me double the money, but he left before he even paid half of it! How despicable!"
Zhong Ruyi didn't care what would happen after she left. She came here on purpose to get the medicine. It just so happened that her mother and second brother had been feeling a little irritated recently, so she took the medicine back and gave them each a bowl to drink.
She carried the oil paper bag back to the store and said, "Mom, I got the medicine back. The doctor said to boil three bowls of water into one bowl, one bowl each morning and evening. I got some for you and my second brother. I'll boil it for you now."
Mrs. Zhong didn't know whether she hadn't slept well these days or was irritated by the newly opened stewed food shop, but her throat felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking it might be due to getting a sore throat, she asked her daughter to go to the pharmacy and get her some anti-inflammatory medicine. Seeing that her second son also had a cough, she asked him to get a few more medicines for him to drink together.
Zhong Ruyi told her mother what happened just now. Her mother was very happy and said, "I don't know if that person will follow you and ask the people in the pharmacy to get the same medicine as you."
Just think about it and it makes you happy.
Zhong Ruyi thought it was very likely, but his second brother had already bought a lot of spices a few days ago, which would be enough for the next few months, so they didn't need to worry about it anymore.
When I opened the shop the next day, I heard several customers say that the newly opened braised food shop suddenly put up a sign saying it was closed in the morning, even though someone clearly saw them going to another pork shop in town to bring back some offal.
Then suddenly they put up a sign saying they were closed for sale today. However, their business was only good in the first few days after opening, and it got worse and worse afterwards.
There is no way. Once you have eaten at Zhong Ji's, you will not be able to eat Wang Ji's. Although they are both pig offal, Zhong Ji's is cooked more fragrantly. Every time you lift the lid of the pot, the whole street is filled with the fragrance.
Forget about Wang Ji, it only cheats those who have never bought Zhong Ji’s braised products. Wang Ji’s prices are two cents cheaper than Zhong Ji’s, so some customers who love bargains will also buy from it.
Zhong Ruyi pricked up her ears and heard them say that Wang Ji had already taken the pigs back to the water and washed them, but for some reason there was a sudden noise in the store, so they put up a sign to indicate they were closed.
She couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the person who followed them had also taken the medicine she had gotten that day back to try?
It turned out that this was just an ordinary medicine for reducing fire and relieving fever. It’s funny to think about it.
Zhong's mother was collecting money and listening with her ears perked up. After listening, she gave her daughter a knowing smile.
Wang Ji was opened by a pair of brothers. They originally worked as cargo movers at the dock. Later they made some money and happened to see that Zhong Ji's braised food business was booming.
My brother was immediately tempted. Pig offal could sell so well, if they also opened a shop, would they also make a lot of money?
When he first brought up the idea, his elder brother was a little hesitant, but his younger brother took him for a stroll in front of Zhong Ji, and he finally made up his mind to open a similar braised food store.
But how should the pig offal be prepared to make it delicious? They also queued up at Zhongji twice to buy it, but they were not good at cooking and could not taste how it was made.
Finally, it was my younger brother who came up with a solution. He asked someone to follow Zhong Ji’s people. They would always need to buy ingredients when doing braised food business.
Finally one day, the sister of the boss of Zhongji went into the drugstore. The people who followed her were surprised. Why did she go into the drugstore? Wasn’t she going to a place that sold oil and salt?
He followed in quietly, listened carefully, and bought all the things his sister wanted and showed them to the Zhong brothers.
Some of the Chinese herbal medicines they bought did have a fragrance, but they were not sure whether it was real, so they could only try them over and over again, and asked someone to follow Zhongji closely.
The people who followed said that apart from going to the pharmacy to buy these things, the people from Zhongji would go out to buy food and clothes to bring back.
It seems that these Chinese herbal medicines are the ones. They were lucky and they accidentally tried out a similar taste one day, but it's not as good as Zhongji's.
The two brothers rented a store and started their business in full swing.
They didn't ask anyone else, but just asked their parents to come and help, and the two brothers were responsible for cleaning the pig offal.
Business was pretty good in the first few days, but later on fewer and fewer people came to buy. Even though their prices were lower than Zhong Ji’s, only a few people came to buy each day.
They knew in their hearts that the food they cooked was not as delicious as Zhongji's, and this was inevitable, but they still couldn't help feeling anxious. After all, they had spent money to rent the store, and they also had to spend money to buy tables, chairs, pots, pans, and other utensils, and they still wanted to keep the store open.
Since I can't taste the flavor myself, I can only ask someone to follow the people from Zhongji to see how their recipe is made.
My cousin who was asked to follow Zhongji came back yesterday with a big bag of Chinese medicine. He said that someone from Zhongji went into the pharmacy and asked for these, and that he took a prescription with him to get the medicine.
The two brothers were extremely happy, but because their cousin brought it back a little late, the pig offal had already been put into the pot. They had no way to try to see if it was the same as Zhongji’s, so they could only wait until the next day.
The next day, I quickly washed the pig's offal and put it in the pot, adding the herbs my cousin bought yesterday and stewing them together.
After stewing for a while, they found something wrong. Although the marinade they developed before was not as fragrant as Zhongji’s, it still had some fragrance. Why is there no flavor at all this time?
When I opened the lid of the pot, I was almost fainted by the smell of medicine.
Isn’t this just ordinary Chinese medicine?
The two brothers were so angry that their cousin bought the goods without knowing the truth!
It was impossible to do business in the morning. The butcher who originally bought the offal from only slaughtered one or two pigs a day, so there was not much offal.
All the washed pig offal was wasted by the packet of Chinese medicine. They were so angry that they gritted their teeth. They could only follow Zhongji's example and hang a sign saying that they would take a break today.