The next day, Qin Ruoshu, who liked to stay in bed, got up early, washed herself, dressed herself up beautifully, and then jumped up and down to her store.
Ruiyang Restaurant, which was originally neglected and sparsely visited, quickly regained its popularity after the owner of the Oasis Hotel was arrested.
Although due to the large number of tables, the customer flow is not as overcrowded as the Li's shop not far away, it is still packed.
He walked straight through the lobby, said hello to the waiter guarding the door of the kitchen, and slipped in quietly...
In the back kitchen lined with stainless steel racks, a group of young white chefs were staring eagerly at where Zhou Yan was shaping a three-inch hot bun into buns.
Behind Chef Bai An, Qin Fangyuan and a group of chefs in the store were constantly exchanging glances.
After wrapping, Zhou Yan carefully placed the completed raw crab roe soup dumplings on the small steamer, turned on the heat, and closed the lid...
The crab roe soup dumplings here have just been put on the steamer. On the other side, the crystal shrimp dumplings and siu mai have been steaming for a while and have begun to exude an attractive aroma.
Zhou Yan glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, went to the steamer and smelled it...
"That's it!"
Before the chefs watching the excitement around him could react, Zhou Yan had already taken off the steamer drawers one by one and placed them on the stainless steel counter behind him.
The chefs at Bai An were about to poke their heads forward, but were pushed away by a group of chefs behind them.
"Come on, let's all try it!"
The chefs dispersed, and Qin Ruoshu, who was squatting behind them, appeared.
Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, then moved two steamers away from the desk, and then waved to Qin Ruoshu: "Ruoshu, this way..."
Before Qin Ruoshu came closer, there was already a sound of blowing in the kitchen...
"puff……"
The chefs who have already grabbed the steamer take a bite of shrimp dumplings or siomai and blow on them quickly to cool them down.
In less than ten minutes, ten baskets of steamed crystal shrimp dumplings and siomai were all eaten by the chefs.
Qin Fangyuan, who failed to grab the shrimp dumplings and siu mai, could only stand behind the chefs, swallowing saliva and worrying with Chef Bai An.
"Lao Xing, how are you?"
The chef who was recalling his thoughts was driven impatiently by Qin Fangyuan: "Mr. Qin, don't you still know what level this little brother Zhou is?"
"That's right!" Another chef on the side smiled and added, "The level of a special chef is the same as the same thing in those century-old restaurants in the south!"
Qin Fangyuan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask something else when he suddenly found his daughter guarding two cages and suddenly felt a little desolate...
After finishing two cute and elastic shrimp dumplings beautifully, Qin Ruoshu picked up a very beautiful-looking siomai with chopsticks and was about to stuff it into her mouth when she accidentally noticed that her boyfriend's expression seemed a little strange.
what happened?
Qin Ruoshu followed the direction pointed by Zhou Yan's gaze and saw Qin Fangyuan with a resentful face.
"Dad, I can't eat any more of these, how about you help me?"
Qin Fangyuan, whose stomach had begun to growl, was naturally not polite. Under the envious and jealous gazes of all the white chefs, he ate the remaining breakfast in the steamer one bite at a time...
Fortunately, the other sugar packets Zhou Yan used as a demonstration soon began to smell attractive...
"Wow, it smells delicious!"
When the heat was up, Zhou Yan took the soup dumplings out of the steamer one by one and put them on the counter.
I don’t know whether it was because of the sufficient quantity or other reasons, but the older chefs did not rush to grab it. Instead, they watched with a smile as a group of young white chefs brought the baskets to them...
However, grabbing something does not mean that it can be eaten.
"Oh, look at you..."
Seeing a certain young Bai An accidentally puncture the soup dumpling, the old chefs who had taken a lot of time showed gloating smiles on their faces.
"Why are you so careless?"
At this time, a group of young people finally knew what "old ginger has become spicy" means.
With the food in front of him, Qin Ruoshu, who could no longer hold back, gently pushed Zhou Yan aside, and then looked at the crystal clear and "breakable" soup dumplings in the cage...
"There is a trick to eating soup dumplings," Zhou Yan chuckled, "lift it gently, move it slowly, open the window first, and then drink the soup. Once it's all gone, your mouth will be full of flavor."
"What about being more specific?"
"Use a straw to drink soup..." As he spoke, Zhou Yan grabbed Qin Ruoshu, who was running out in a hurry, "Why are you so anxious? You can't drink with a straw!"
Qin Ruoshu was a little confused: "Why?"
"Hot mouth!"
After destroying the soup dumplings, Qin Fangyuan pulled the chefs in the kitchen and the backbone of the restaurant to the conference room for a meeting.
The topic was naturally to study the feasibility of new dishes.
The hotel's profits have improved, and everyone can get more wages. Naturally, a group of chefs have no objections...
"Then it's settled! As for the pricing..."
Qin Fangyuan looked at Zhou Yan with a pained face: "Can you use less crab for that crab roe soup dumpling? The cost is too high..."
"Mr. Qin, you can do whatever you want. I'm only responsible for pastry development and training."
Qin Fangyuan discussed with the chefs for a while and successfully removed the crab soup dumplings from breakfast and added them to the main meal.
What replaces the crab noodle soup dumplings is a shrunken version of the "crab noodle soup dumplings". Not only is it smaller, but the ingredients are also changed to crab meat. As for whether it has the crab roe that the original version has, it just depends on the character...
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For most of the remaining day, Zhou Yan was kept in the back kitchen of Ruiyang Restaurant by Qin Fangyuan.
In order to make Zhou Yan feel at ease, Comrade Lao Qin specially transferred a second chef from the hotel to help Zhou Yan's uncle.
From morning to around ten o'clock in the evening, a group of chefs at Ruiyang Restaurant finally learned a little bit about it. Although they still couldn't adjust the fillings, at least the soup dumplings they made would not burst after being put in the steamer.
On Zhou Yan's second day at work, Ruiyang Restaurant quietly launched a new breakfast category. Before noon, the news had already spread throughout the nearby streets and alleys.
In the first few days after the launch of Nanfang breakfast, Ruiyang Restaurant was full of customers, but as the heat dissipated, the number of diners began to calm down...
Qin Fangyuan, who had to travel to Shu, approached Zhou Yan.
"Xiao Zhou, you have to find a way!"
As a dead Taoist but not a poor Taoist, Zhou Yan brought the most famous "Gou Buli" in Jiangbei into the back kitchen of Ruiyang Restaurant.
Although he was doing "Goubuli", when selling it, Qin Fangyuan did not dare to blatantly call it "Goubuli", and he only dared to call it "Eighteen Folds".
Then, while Zhou Yan was assembling the bun machine in the store, he successively took out the techniques of pan-fried buns, barbecued pork buns and baked buns, and shamelessly taught Qin Fangyuan how to engage in "hunger marketing".
After a lot of hard work, they finally stabilized the mid-to-high-end positioning of Ruiyang Restaurant and successfully separated the positioning of Ruiyang and Li's stores...
After the breakfast at Ruiyang Restaurant was on track, Zhou Yan began to prepare to retire.
However, before "stepping down", Zhou Yan did not forget to get some benefits for himself and arranged his little cousin's 100-day banquet at a very low price...
In the presence of Zhou Yan, Qin Fangyuan was naturally heroic and generous, but as soon as he returned home, he showed his true colors, guarding his daughter and sighing.
"Ruoshu, you don't know. Even when Zhou Yan was about to leave, he didn't forget to kill your father. He held a banquet of one thousand and one table, but he killed three or four hundred people.
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"Dad, you have no conscience to say that. Didn't Zhou Yan just charge you for the materials for those two bun machines?"
Qin Fangyuan was so choked that he rolled his eyes and shouted: "Girls are outgoing!"
On the other hand, Qin's mother was attentive. She patted her daughter's shoulder quietly and reminded her with a smile: "In a few days, Zhou Yan's parents should come over for a hundred-day banquet, right?"
Qin Ruoshu nodded: "Old Zhou has already told me..."
