While the uncle and nephew were talking, Zhou Yan had already finished washing the mushrooms, changed the water, and started washing the leeks.
"Let me help you!"
"No need!" Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand and let Zhou Zhenghe take a look. All five fingers were covered with serrated iron finger cots.
"You came prepared!"
Zhou Yan smiled but said nothing.
What surprised Zhou Zhenghe even more was what happened later. Zhou Yan's movements of removing yellow and rotten leek leaves were extremely fluent. Sometimes, Zhou Zhenghe could only see his fingers moving.
Watching his nephew wash all the vegetables in less than half an hour, Zhou Zhenghe was already numb: Such proficiency can only be said to be talent. If he practices in private, even if his nephew can catch up with the next four years of college
Even time can’t do this.
Zhou Yan's chopping style afterward confirmed Zhou Zhenghe's suspicion that his nephew had been hiding his clumsiness.
As for preparing stuffing, although Zhou Zhenghe often prides himself on being a housewife who cooks, he still feels ashamed when he sees his nephew's skills.
After adjusting the stuffing, Zhou Yan and his uncle moved the stuffing into the kitchen.
Originally, Zhou Zhenghe thought that the basin used by Zhou Yan to mix the stuffing was big enough, but when he saw the giant plastic basin used for baking dough, he was still shocked: Is this for human use? Isn’t it a bath for tigers in the zoo?
Right?
Just when Zhou Zhenghe was worried about how his nephew was kneading the dough, Zhou Yan had dug out a large piece of dough that had risen from the basin, placed it on the chopping board, and started kneading it using a technique that looked very eye-catching. Tai Chi, and it is also a boxing method passed down from the ancestors of the young master Liu Pleiades, is used to knead the dough, which can make the bun skin more chewy and make the bun skin that uses old noodles and edible alkali taste more layered.
After kneading, cut the dough, roll it out, and wrap it.
Seeing that his nephew could wrap a bun in less than two seconds, Zhou Zhenghe immediately gave up the idea of stepping forward to help: It's not enough, it's embarrassing!
In less than half an hour, Zhou Yan's wrapped buns had already filled ten steamer trays.
Zhou Yan dragged the electric steamer out of the back kitchen, placed it at the entrance of the store, lit a fire, and then went to the back kitchen to make porridge and soy milk.
Compared with making steamed buns, the technical content of making porridge and cooking soy milk is very low: to make porridge, you only need to put the ingredients into boiling water and cook it, and the soy milk is similar. Zhou Yan bought the beans used to cook the soy milk.
Pour the powder into boiling water and stir for a few times to make soy milk.
After firing the gun, Zhou Yan set the time with his alarm clock and went back to make buns. Zhou Zhenghe could only look at it with a depressed face...
However, just as Zhou Zhenghe watched his nephew "making" steamed buns accurately and quickly like a machine, someone outside the store shouted: "Boss, aren't the steamed buns cooked yet?"
"We still have to wait a few minutes. If you're not in a hurry, you can come in and wait for a while! It's raining outside!"
Zhou Zhenghe poked his head out of the kitchen and saw five or six middle-aged men wearing only vests, shorts and slippers, squatting at the door.
"Guys, why don't you come in? There's still room in the store."
"Queue," the customer at the front smiled politely at Zhou Zhenghe, "As soon as the buns come out of the pot, they will be gone soon! Alas, you are..."
"I'm his brother-in-law!"
"It looks similar," the customer smiled, looked at Zhou Zhenghe, thought for a moment, and added, "Can you ask the little boss to ask him to do more every day?"
Zhou Zhenghe was dumbfounded: This speed is already fast enough, why do you have to do more? It’s so exhausting, even my eldest nephew can’t do it!
However, Zhou Zhenghe also knew that there was still a way: to recruit another person.
"Zhou Yan, how about I ask your aunt to come over and help you?"
Zhou Yan didn't even raise his head: "Are you planning to throw my brother away?"
"But..."
Zhou Yan stood up and glanced outside the door: "In a few days, when the passenger flow stabilizes, I will recruit two more people!"
Customers outside the door breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Zhou Yan's statement: In a few days, there will be no need to get up early and queue up to grab steamed buns...
More than ten minutes passed, and a tempting fragrance came out of the steaming steamer. Before Zhou Yan could take action, the customers outside the door were already anxious: "Boss, the buns are ready!"
Zhou Yan, who was making the buns, rolled his eyes helplessly, stood up, washed his hands, put on an apron and took the chef's hat with him, then took a bamboo tong from the drawer on the side, and then left the kitchen.
Come out.
"Get in line!"
"Give me ten, two beans, two vegetables, four mushrooms, two carotene..."
"Hey, boss, why don't you sell beef here?"
Zhou Yan, who was actually putting the buns into the plastic bag, gave the other party a sidelong look: "I believe in Taoism, and besides, if you dare to buy beef buns with 40 cents, I don't dare to sell them!"
"One more thing, the price of steamed buns will increase in a few days!"
"Ah..." The customers behind were all dumbfounded, "No, it's not easy to find affordable buns..."
Zhou Yan was afraid of causing public outrage, so he quickly explained: "Four cents is not convenient to settle accounts. It only goes up by one cent, and porridge and soy milk are free!"
A group of customers breathed a sigh of relief.
After the first group of customers left, several more waves came to the store one after another.
Seeing that the sky was getting brighter and it was almost seven o'clock, Zhou Yan dragged out the second electric steamer from the back kitchen and put the ten-long steamed buns that had been wrapped into the pot.
At seven o'clock, a long queue formed outside the store. When Zhou Zhenghe saw this situation, he was automatically promoted from a spectator to a young apprentice.
However, after getting started, Zhou Zhenghe felt a little regretful.
The customers on the opposite side kept urging him, making him very busy. While collecting money and making change, he also had to pack steamed buns, porridge, and soy milk for the customers. Two hands were not enough!
Fortunately, Zhou Yan finished kneading the buns quickly and came out to help.
The two of them worked for more than half an hour before they came down.
"Uncle, are you hungry?"
After struggling to survive, Zhou Zhenghe was so anxious that he didn't even know whether he should be hungry or not hungry anymore!
When Zhou Yan saw his uncle's posture, he smiled and shook his head: "I'll cook wontons for you!"
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"I'll just eat the steamed buns!"
Zhou Yan glanced at the few cages of steamed buns left at the door and smiled bitterly: "The rest of these are all reserved by someone!"
After saying that, Zhou Yan pulled his uncle to the seat without any explanation, took a bag of frozen wontons from the freezer, and entered the kitchen...
"Boss, have you saved the buns you agreed on yesterday?"
Hearing shouts from outside the door, Zhou Zhenghe looked at the kitchen: "Zhou Yan..."
"Come right over!"
Zhou Yan trotted out of the kitchen and went straight to the door. He picked up a plastic bag, opened the lid of the drawer and put it in the bag.
After filling one bag, Zhou Yan took another bag and repeated this process until a basket of fifty buns was all put into the plastic bag.
"Thank you, boss!"
The "big customer" had just walked not far when another one ran up not far away and asked out of breath: "Brother, are there any more buns?"
"Return four cages!"
"Bring me two cages!"
"Give me a cage too..."
Then, the steamed buns were sold until only one basket was left which had been reserved in advance.
After that, those who didn't buy it either complained angrily that Zhou Yan's buns were too few, or they found another way and made reservations one day in advance...
Now that the buns are gone, the uncle and nephew can enjoy the lean meat wontons in peace.
"Boss, do you sell wontons here?"
Zhou Yan was just about to refuse, but when he raised his head, he found that the fat man at the door was staring longingly at the wontons in his bowl.
"This is for us. If you want to eat, I'll treat you to it!"
"Thank you!"
The fat man didn't show any politeness. He swaggered over to the uncle and nephew and sat down. Then, with the two of them watching, he finished off a small pot of wontons, not even the soup was left. After eating, the fat man even burped...
"By the way, boss, are you looking for someone here? No salary is required, just take care of the food!"