The little fat man felt deeply sorry for not being able to become the clerk of Zhou Ji's home-cooked dishes. Even when he left, his back looked a bit lonely...
"Zhou Yan, isn't there a shortage of people?"
"Uncle, have you ever seen a restaurant that hired a fat waiter?" Zhou Yan shook his head with a smile, "If he is hired, the customers will not suspect the waiter of stealing food?"
Zhou Zhenghe seemed to be stunned by this strange explanation: "It's also..."
After breakfast, Zhou Zhenghe finally found his place of use: washing the steamer and washing the tableware.
While Zhou Zhenghe was busy, Zhou Yan was also busy: washing vegetables, washing rice, kneading dough, and preparing for lunch.
Zhou Yan opened a fast food restaurant. Except for a few braised dishes for lunch, the rest were all large pot dishes. It was relatively easy to stir-fry. Therefore, after washing the dishes, Zhou Yan was not in a hurry and found a leftover dish from the store.
On the red paper, I wrote a recruitment notice and a description of the price increase of steamed buns...
"Xiao Zhou, are you going to expand so soon?"
Zhou Yan put down the tape in his hand and nodded to the owner and wife of the video store next door: "Brother Wang, Sister Song, are you here so early?"
"Let's have some time..."
The rise of digital music and portable digital playback terminals, such as mp3, mp4 and smart phones, is destined to sweep some old things into the old pile.
This is the general trend.
However, what Zhou Yan admires is that the middle-aged couple next door still laugh at life every day even though their business is deteriorating.
"Xiao Zhou, do you still have any steamed buns? I got up this morning and the breakfast stall downstairs closed very early."
Zhou Yan looked back at the steamer at the door: "There should be a few more!"
Business people generally do not go to nearby stores to buy things, for fear of owing a favor and not being able to repay it in the future.
The couple, who had never bought breakfast in their own store, suddenly changed their tune, which surprised Zhou Yan.
It was rare for a neighbor to take care of his business. After Zhou Yan picked up the buns, he filled two cups of soy milk in paper cups.
"Xiao Zhou, are you too polite?"
The old couple didn't feel embarrassed. They opened the rolling shutter door, took two stools from the store, sat at the door and started enjoying the belated breakfast.
"Alas..." The boss just took a bite, and his eyes flashed with strange light. He turned his head and looked at Zhou Yan in surprise, "Xiao Zhou, do you use old noodles for your buns?"
Zhou Yan nodded: "Brother Wang, you are the first to taste the old noodles!"
"Alas," the boss sighed slightly, "In total, since I left Wenzhou in 1997, I haven't eaten Laomian steamed buns for eight or nine years!"
"That's not true," the lady boss on the side laughed, "How can old noodles be as good as yeast..."
The boss didn't know how to answer, so he could only look at Zhou Yan pitifully, hoping to seek help.
"If you want to make pasta in large quantities and don't pursue taste, yeast is indeed better than old noodles," Zhou Yan smiled, "However, in terms of deliciousness, it still has to be pasta fermented with old noodles."
"Is there any scientific basis for this?" The boss lady was a little unconvinced.
"Yeast is mass-produced, so in order to pursue the dough-raising effect, we will cultivate a variety of yeasts as much as possible so that the products can be sold all over the country.
The actual situation is that due to different geology and climate, the proportions of various nutrients in wheat flour in different places are also different. This leads to the fact that in some places, yeast is used to make pasta, which is extremely delicious, while in other places,
Not satisfactory.
As for old noodles, due to frequent use, the yeast flora has been screened countless times in local flour, and the best are selected..."
"It's really..."
Originally, Zhou Yan didn't know the secret of Lao Mian, but he couldn't resist the Bao Luo family in "The Little Master of China". There was a piece of Lao Noodles handed down from the Three Kingdoms era. The little master's mother, Bei Xiannu, also had the secret of making Lao Mian in her notebook.
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Although "The Little Master of China" has some "super powers", apart from the "super powers" part, the cooking skills and dishes in this cartoon are still quite impressive.
"Oh, that's not right..." The proprietress at the door next to her swallowed the buns in her mouth with soy milk and stared at Zhou Yan with a smile, "How can you be sure that the strains you left behind are the most suitable?
What?"
"Smell, and experience!"
When he was a child, when watching "The Little Master of China", Zhou Yan used to salivate over the cooking skills such as Seven Stars Breaking the Army and Poirot Three Turns.
When he grew up, when he looked back at those old cartoons, Zhou Yan realized that the most precious thing in cartoons was talent: the young master Liu Pleiax’s unbridled inspiration, and his four super talents: super vision, super hearing, and super touch.
Super sense of smell.
After just experiencing "Little Master of China" and "Spirit of the Halberd Eater", Zhou Yan was still a little confused: Why is "The Little Master of China" more expensive than "Spirit of the Halberd Eater" by two thousand points while it is also a "super" show. But after working as a chef for a few days, Zhou Yan understood: the super talents he experienced in "The Little Master of China" were "inherited". Although in reality, those talents would be suppressed to the extreme, but the ones that remained
That is enough for Zhou Yan to have the best culinary talent in the world.
Of course, the fake "Foundation Building Pill" also contributed a lot...
Zhou Yan did not go into details. The lady boss opposite thought that the skill of making old-age noodles was a secret that was not taught to anyone. She did not dare to ask more questions and quickly changed the subject.
"Xiao Zhou, our store will expire in two months," the landlady sighed slightly, "but the surrounding schools will be on vacation soon, and we don't plan to continue doing it. If you have this intention...
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At this moment, Zhou Zhenghe, who had finished cleaning the kitchen utensils, took two stools and walked out of the house.
"Xiao Zhou, this is..."
"My brother-in-law!"
Zhou Zhenghe handed Zhou Yan a stool, put the other one under his butt, and looked at his nephew with a smile: "If the price is right, rent it. Anyway, your brother will be on vacation soon. Let him be your little boy."
Work."
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Zhou Yan did a horse stance, sat on the stool, and gave his uncle a naive smile: "Uncle, the store is too big, so it's not suitable for fast food!"
"Then let's cook!" Zhou Zhenghe set aside the table and stared at Zhou Yan excitedly, "I didn't know that you kid always hides everything you do, and you never do anything you're not sure about!"
"This..."
Zhou Yan struggled for a moment and looked back at the landlady opposite: "How to calculate the rent?"
"Two thousand for two months!" The proprietress was afraid that Zhou Zhenghe would jump out to stop her, so she added, "The store is 110 square meters, so two thousand for two months is not expensive!"
"Okay then!" Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, felt relieved, and nodded.
"Then we will start selling goods today!"
I have to write another recruitment notice.
Zhou Yan turned around and entered the store. Zhou Zhenghe on the side tidied up his stools and followed him into the store.
"Zhou Yan, we have to figure out the recruitment matter..." Zhou Zhenghe grabbed Zhou Yan, who was really about to write something, "It's easy to recruit people, but what about collecting money at the front desk?"
Before Zhou Yan could speak, Zhou Zhenghe added: "I have a buddy, Wang Guochen, who said that his child has been admitted to graduate school and is idle at home all day during the summer vacation. How about I help you ask?"
Zhou Yan nodded.
Zhou Zhenghe immediately took out his phone and dialed a number: "Old Wang, it's me..."
At noon, when Zhou Yan and his uncle Zhou Zhenghe were selling lunch boxes, they accidentally spotted a girl walking across the street. One was wearing sports and casual clothes with a high ponytail on the back of her head.
After crossing the street, I walked straight to the door of the store without queuing, just stood aside and watched.
Zhou Yan winked at Zhou Zhenghe.
"Hey, are the college students here?" Zhou Zhenghe took a stool from the store with a smile and handed it over, "You sit down for a while, we will be here soon!"
After about half an hour, all the stainless steel basins placed in front of the store were empty. Zhou Zhenghe sighed and turned to look at the beautiful woman beside him.