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Chapter 69 Mixed noodles must be mixed to eat

"Hello boss, I saw a recruitment notice posted at the door. Are you recruiting people here?"

Chen Nian raised his head and looked at the other person. He was probably in his mid-twenties, wearing ordinary clothes, an ordinary short-sleeved shirt, a pair of black sports pants, and a pair of Hongxing Erke sneakers.

But the whole person looks clean.

Chen Nian looked at the opponent's palm again, and there was a layer of calluses at the tiger's mouth.

"Are you here to apply for a job?"

"right."

"Do you have any experience?"

"Yes, I have chopped ribs, killed fish, processed lobsters in the supermarket, opened oysters in a buffet restaurant, produced meatballs in a workshop, and also worked in chain catering brands, so I served food as a waiter, cleared the table and washed the dishes in the kitchen.

You can even chop vegetables!”

When Chen Nian looked at the other party, he looked like someone who could endure hardships.

"Then your main job here is to wash vegetables, handle ingredients, and serve food. Your salary is 4,000 including food and housing. If possible, you can bring your ID card and health certificate when you come back... Do you have a health certificate?"

"have."

Chen Nian nodded and suddenly thought of another question.

"Have you been vaccinated?"

"I got it. Here is the record. The community just got the second shot a few days ago."

Chen Nian took a look and found that there was nothing wrong with it.

Then ask the other party to come over in the afternoon.

To be honest, Chen Nian is really a bit busy by himself. Now he has to make noodles and stir-fry. It takes a long time just to prepare the ingredients. Moreover, as the number of people increases, Hong Hong is also a bit busy by himself.

Overstretched.

But now that he had found someone, Chen Nian just took down the recruitment notice at the door and put it back in the drawer.

At about 11 o'clock at noon, Feng Honghong came to the store.

"Mom, I hired someone this morning. Four thousand yuan a month includes food."

Feng Honghong nodded.

"It's really time to recruit someone, four thousand is enough."

Nowadays, the average daily sales of aged mapo tofu are about 100 pieces, and the braised pork is about 130 pieces. However, mapo tofu is only available for dine-in. If you can’t finish it, you can take it away, but you can’t buy it directly and take it away.

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And the rules have been slightly changed, that is, the first portion of Mapo Tofu is 1 yuan, and each subsequent portion is 10 yuan.

This is also written on the wall.

Once your business gets going, you will naturally start to think about making profits.

However, fortunately, when everyone comes, one portion of Mapo Tofu is basically enough. After all, you still have to keep your stomach for braised pork.

As a result, the daily loss of Mapo Tofu is basically around 600 yuan.

However, the normal price of braised pork is not limited to take-out. Therefore, about 150 portions of braised pork can be sold every day, more than 60 portions at noon, and a little more in the evening, about 80 portions.

In this way, the braised pork can probably earn 3,000 yuan after deducting the cost.

There is also income from beverages, which is about 130 yuan a day. After excluding some miscellaneous expenses, after the first month, I made about 10,000 yuan.

It’s already very good. Originally, Chen Nian thought he would lose money in the first month.

And in the second month, there was another noodle dish in the store, and the reputation of the store had already been established last month, so there was basically no need to worry about customers this month.

I roughly estimated that the store's income this month, if taxes were paid, Chen Niang should be able to earn at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.

Just a little harder.

But there is still hope in living like this. At least it has a smooth start, which is better than going to work.

However, when I think about it, it's good that I have the recipe here. Otherwise, if I open a restaurant with my level, even if I sell it at normal prices, I will lose everything in a year.

Unless you are making spicy hotpot, skewers, and snacks, the technical requirements are not high.

Therefore, Chen Nian spends 4,000 yuan a month to hire someone, and Feng Honghong doesn't think it's a big deal. Her son can figure it out, but she, as a mother, can figure it out even more clearly.

Soon it was noon, and Xiao Jing was still the first one to come over for dinner.

Chen Nian wondered if this guy didn't have to go to class every day.

"Boss, please have one piece of mapo tofu and one piece of rice!"

Xiao Jing shouted as soon as he entered the door.

But just as he finished speaking, his sharp eyes suddenly glanced over the menu.

Suddenly, my arm, which had been sunburned due to working part-time during the summer, waved!

"Wait a minute..."

"Boss, what's going on with this noodle? Is there a new dish?"

"Yes, my son has been working on it for a long time before adding new dishes. Xiao Xiao, want to try one?" Feng Honghong said as Chen Nian was in the kitchen and it was difficult to talk.

"Have some!"

When a new dish is released, Xiao Jing, as the most loyal customer of this store, naturally wants to try it.

"But Auntie, how much is this bowl of noodles? I don't know if it's enough."

This frightened Feng Honghong. She only found out today that her son had a new dish, and she didn't know how much a serving was.

"Son, how much is a bowl of noodles?"

"Two taels."

"Two taels, that may not be enough. Sure enough, it would be better to have another bowl of Mapo Tofu." Xiao Jing thought for a while and said.

"Hold on."

After ordering the dishes, Chen Nian began to work in the kitchen.

When I renovated the kitchen previously, I built a few more stoves, and now they all come in handy.

First put the tofu in the pot, and while waiting for the tofu to blanch, Chen Nian quickly pulled out the noodles, and then put them into another boiling pot before the tofu was blanched.

Then add oil to the wok, add the beef, stir-fry the oil over high heat to release the aroma, and then add the seasonings.

At this time, the tofu is also blanched.

Quickly and gently remove the tofu, drain out the water and place in the pot.

Then he pushed it gently, mentally calculating the time for the noodles.

As soon as the mapo tofu came out of the pot, Honghong came over to serve the dish. Chen Ni turned around and took out the cooked noodles and poured on the scallion oil cooked in the morning.

Hong Hong once again served the scallion oil noodles to the table.

"Noodles mixed with scallion oil, try it and see how it tastes. I haven't eaten this noodles before."

Hong Hong was also curious. In the past twenty days, Chen Nian had been making this every night and at noon. The taste should not be much different.

At this time, Xiao Jing, who was facing this bowl of noodles, was a little confused.

To be honest, he had heard of scallion oil noodles since he was a child, but this was his first time eating it.

The noodles are quite shiny. When Aunt Honghong put them down just now, you could even see the noodles inside bouncing, which is enough to show that they are very tough.

Moreover, when Xiao Jing sat down just now, he saw clearly that the boss was not using a machine bought from the market to press the noodles, but was making peace with them in advance and then pulling them out immediately.

However, Xiao Jing, who was already accustomed to eating small noodles, red oil noodles, and dry mixed noodles, looked at these white noodles and didn't even know how to eat them for a while.

The flavor of the shredded green onions on top does smell fragrant.

But it's so dark, so it must taste bitter.
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