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Chapter 688: Cold Night

Tao Dongcheng quickly wrote down that the guests spoke quickly and he remembered quickly. Another important point of being a waiter is to remember well.

This eliminates the need to write a menu, and can clearly record the dishes ordered by each table's guests, so that no one is wrong and no one is wrong.

After ordering and submitting the menu, the kitchen immediately started running.

The bench immediately panicked when he realized that there were five tables of guests at once. When the menu was announced, he had no idea which dish to cook first or where to start.

Song Qiu had already gone through it with Shunzi, so he was not in a hurry and started to teach him: "No matter how many tables come at once and the menu comes in, the first thing is to cook the cold dishes first if there are cold dishes, and if there are no cold dishes, cook the big dishes first.

Stir-fry again and serve with soup.”

"Let's take this menu now. The main dishes are boiled fish and roasted duck with konjac. The fish needs to be killed immediately, so the killer will kill the fish immediately. Let's cook the roasted duck with konjac first."

As Song Qiu spoke, he put a duck he had killed before on the chopping board and chopped it into pieces.

"If the spare duck is used up and we have to kill it now, then we will make the spicy chicken first. If the chicken also needs to be killed now, then we can only wait for the fish to be killed first, because the fish can be processed faster. If we heat it first

When it comes to stir-frying other dishes, these dishes come out quickly. In the few seconds they are served on the table, people are already half-full before even one big dish is ready, or they have finished their dishes and are waiting for the dishes to come out. This is a taboo for those who open restaurants and inns.

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In short, as a chef, you have to be flexible and defecate on your own, you cannot follow a step-by-step process and always follow the rules."

"So, in addition to fish, chickens and ducks, as long as the meal time has not passed, once the space is used up, they must be killed immediately to prepare."

Song Qiu said, and the benches in the kitchen, A Yin and Zhang, all nodded and took note of it carefully.

Song Qiu was chopping the duck, while Ah Ling was teaching Ah Yin how to quickly kill the fish and cut it into pieces.

As long as a skilled worker is proficient in killing fish, it should take no more than half a quarter of an hour to go from scraping the scales to filleting a fish.

Song Qiu taught the bench again, even if the pot is big, if the same dish is served at the same time, each pot must not exceed three servings. In other words, even if the same dish is ordered for four or five servings, it can only be served at one time.

Make two or at most three portions, you have to be skilled at it.

Because it is difficult to control the seasoning if there are too many, it will definitely affect the taste of the dish.

Just because it’s quick and convenient, you can’t cook six portions in one pot for six portions.

Therefore, even if there were five tables of the same dish, Song Qiu could only cook two servings of konjac roast duck in one pot.

It was also because there were only two ducks and they were still being killed.

The duck was roasting in the pot here, and the fish was cut into two pieces. Song Qiu immediately stir-fried the fish.

At the same time, let the bench stew the remaining two chickens. The small stove is burning brightly. The chickens are not old and will cook quickly when stewed.

The fish is boiled quickly. After the five portions of boiled fish are served, the other three ducks are also killed. The konjac roast duck is served. Before that, twice-cooked pork and steamed mutton are served one after another.

Then the rest were stir-fried, and finally the chicken stewed with mushrooms.

When the dishes were almost served, another table of guests came outside, and the remaining side dishes were stir-fried on the bench. Song Qiu started cooking the pickled fish and spicy chicken for this table.

The inn was very busy at lunchtime, and we served a total of eight tables of people.

The tea shed was open intermittently, and it was not until Shen Chuxu that the last group of guests were sent away.

At this hour, there won't be any customers in the tea shed today. If anyone passes by, they'll have to check to see if there's anyone staying at the hotel.

It's rare for an inn to meet people staying there on the first day it opens, so Song Qiu doesn't have any expectations for it.

Today, the income from these eight tables of guests and the income from the tea shed can be considered a good start.

Sure enough, after Tao Dongcheng calculated the accounts for both parties, the total income from the tea shed at Jiner Inn was three to two or four yuan.

After excluding costs, the net income is more than 20%.

Next, the inn was tidied up inside and out. By the time we got to Youchu, no guests were passing by, so it was considered ready for today.

It gets dark early in winter, and it will start to get dark before Youzheng. If so, there won't be any guests.

Song Qiu asked the bench to make dinner, and after finishing the meal, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Douhua could go off to work.

Just like at the Crescent Inn, Song Qiu considered the situation at Douhua and his family and was afraid that it would be difficult for them to speak, so today he specifically mentioned something to Tao Dongcheng and told them that he could pack up the uneaten leftovers from the guests and take them back.

It's cold here, so it won't go bad if you leave it alone.

Both of them packed a lot of leftovers at noon. They didn't bring any pots today. They borrowed the ones from the inn and promised to return them tomorrow and bring their own pots.

Therefore, the two people who finished work after dinner each went back with a bowl of leftovers.

It's said to be leftovers, but actually there aren't many. The main ones are Song Ji's specialties, like boiled fish, with a lot of soup and a base of vegetables. If you mix the leftovers together, there will be more.

Carrying it all the way back like this, Douhua was fine, and she reached her home as soon as she entered the village, but Zhang passed through most of the village.

The villagers only looked at the shiny pot of stuff, which was so fragrant that their mouths watered. Even the leftovers, they were eager to take them home.

Whose leftovers are so oily and fragrant?

As he said this, he couldn't help but say that the village chief was partial and such a good thing was only given to the two of them.

But after all, few people went to the village chief to complain about his partiality and wanted to do the work themselves.

On the contrary, the village chief, after knowing that Douhua and the two could take leftovers home, thought about it and followed Song Qiu the next day. He was embarrassed and mentioned the leftovers.

Song Qiuzheng thought that this was not a town, and it was difficult to collect the swill. The leftover soup and water every day was either too much or too little, and if Diao Xiao Village was willing to send it all back, then of course there would be no problem.

After collecting the leftovers on the table, you can take them home to eat. After collecting the swill on the table, you can also pick them back to the village to feed the pigs and chickens.

The village chief listened to Song Qiu's words, thanked him profusely, turned around and handed over two Douhua, and asked them to clear the table and put away the leftovers every day, and he would ask someone to pick them up in the afternoon.

There was so much every day, so they kept their own family, and took the rest back and distributed it to the people in the village.

Although not every family in the village will want the leftovers, there are more than a dozen families who, if they get the leftovers, will not always focus on Douhua and the two getting the job.

However, this is tomorrow's business. For now, let's talk about closing the inn.

It was completely dark. Tao Dongcheng checked inside and outside, carefully locked the door of the inn, and was ready to go back to the house to rest.

It gets dark early and it's cold at night, so I go to bed early if there are no guests. If there are guests, I won't be able to sleep peacefully even if I want to.

It's been such a busy day today, so I have to rest early.

These were Song Qiu's original words, and Song Qiu was already lying on the bed.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, the whole bed was still cold, so cold that she huddled up and didn't even want to move her fingers.

Feeling the fire ball next to him, Song Qiu simply got into Aling's bed. Sure enough, martial arts practitioners are like hot fire. Being next to Aling, he felt much warmer in an instant.

When Lihua saw it, she followed in.

Al-Ling exclaimed, "It's just such a quilt. If you both get in, it won't be enough to cover you!"

Song Qiu turned around and gave her his bed, "You get hot quickly, so you can get up under the covers again."

Aling:......

But he didn't refuse. He turned around and covered himself with the quilt.

As soon as it was built, I heard Tao Dongcheng's movement outside.

"Oh, mother!"

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