It was just after lunch, the waiters were busy clearing the tables and cleaning up, and the kitchen staff were closing the lunch stalls.
At this time, in the stuffing-making room behind the dumpling stall, Yaru was making stuffing and instructing Zhongwei to knead the noodles, while the intern pastry chef from the private restaurant was cleaning up.
"The Subei store's dinner price is fifty kilograms of noodles. It seems that they are selling a lot of noodles at noon today." Zhongwei said.
Zhongwei is a local girl in her thirties, who speaks with an authentic Jiangnan accent.
“It’s not as much as what we sell,” said the pastry intern.
The intern at the private restaurant is a distant cousin-in-law of Qiao Shan. She is from Anhui. She is of medium height and plump. She has an indescribable smile on her baby face, and her almond-blossom eyes look a bit kitsch.
Yaru sealed the prepared stuffing with a plastic sealer, put it in a refrigerated distribution box, and closed the lid.
"Master, I'll make the next filling while you watch from the side," said the intern pastry chef.
"You should follow suit first." Yaru refused without even raising her head.
To be honest, Yaru doesn't like this intern. He doesn't want to do any work just because he is a relative of the boss. He is always willing to take the easy and avoid the heavy ones. He is also careless when cleaning up. He even cleans the entire surface and doesn't even wipe the corners or look at them.
, he talked back when he said it, saying that he couldn't bend down because his waist was too loose.
It's great to stay at home with your waist off, why go to work?
I come in late and leave early every day, saying that my home is far away and there is nothing I can do about riding an electric bike for an hour.
What can't be done? The chef's family is in the southern suburbs of the city, and it only takes an hour to ride an electric bike. Unlike her, people come early and leave late.
In fact, the dumpling chef of the private restaurant has already been appointed, who is Zhongwei who makes noodles. She followed Yaru when the Zhuozheng restaurant opened. It has been more than three months and she can operate independently. It's just that Qiao Shan's cousin sister-in-law found Qiao Shan.
Shan, there is no other way. My relatives told me that I would be given a job and arranged to be a dumpling worker.
The first thing a dumpling worker learned was to roll out the dough with both hands. When cousin Qiao Shan went to work on her first day, Yaru found an old dumpling worker to take her with her. Her hands were worn out that day and she stopped rolling the dough the next day.
For those who have never used a rolling pin with two pointed ends to roll out dumpling skins, it is normal for the fingers to be frayed. Every dumpling maker has experienced it. How to repair the frayed fingers? Put a band-aid on them and continue rolling. There is no other way.
The masters we see on TV who roll out ten, twelve, or at most sixteen dumpling wrappers with both hands using a rolling pin with two pointed ends are all trained in this way.
If you can’t roll out the dough, just knead the dough.
So Yaru transferred her to the stuffing-making room and learned how to make noodles from Zhongwei.
This cousin thought that making noodles was easy. As the saying goes, who doesn’t want to eat dumplings? Just mix the water and noodles together. Unexpectedly, mixing the noodles is more laborious than rolling out the dough. What are the ratios of noodles, water, oil, and salt?
Various standards such as lecithin, temperature, humidity, etc., started to get big headaches before they were evenly matched.
Watching the home guard skillfully pour the noodles into the dough mixer, and then add water from time to time as the winch rotates. After the noodles are mixed, he takes out the dough mixer and slides it repeatedly until it reaches the standard and starts to wake up. She feels that she
If you can't do this, let alone anything else, let's talk about the dough press. If you look at it, you'll be scared, so don't talk about it.
There is such a kind of person around us who is unable to do anything or eat enough, but still refuses to admit it and always wants to reach the sky in one step. There is usually only one way to deal with this kind of person, Princess Iron Fan's fan - Far Point Fan
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In the first few days, Yaru told the chef about Qiao Shan's cousin's situation. The chef couldn't make the decision, so she reported it to Xiao Gao. Xiao Gao couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he told Li Shuang while lying on the bed at night.
Sister Shuang was not used to the problem and said: "What's wrong? She owns a restaurant? What do you want to do? Ask her if she can do it? If she can do it, do it, if not, get out of here."
"Isn't it mainly Mr. Qiao's cousin's sister-in-law? She was trained by our store and is doing internship here." Xiao Gao said awkwardly.
"What the hell is this internship! Is it useful like this? Why? The private store is not under your control? Why can't you start it now?" Li Shuang rolled his eyes at his husband in displeasure and kicked him out of the territory.
Of course Xiao Gao doesn't want such a person in the kitchen, but he doesn't have the energy of Li Shuang. Although he manages well and is innovative, he lacks a bit of domineering. He doesn't get angry even after being looked down upon by his wife, and is left alone to figure out how to deal with it.
He thought of Gu Yi, because this cousin-in-law was brought in by Gu Yi. As the saying goes, to untie a bell, you must tie the bell.
Gu Yi was also a little embarrassed, so he said: "Let's work for now. I'll support myself for nothing, and I'll be transferred when the business starts there." His approach was a way to deal with it, but it was a bit accommodating and did not solve the fundamental problem.
Cousin Qiao Shan was unhappy when she saw that Yaru wouldn't let her mix the stuffing. Feeling that she was losing face, she stood there fiddling with her cell phone. Erdun just opened the door and walked in. He was looking for Yaru to study the mutton stuffing.
Seeing her cousin smiling in a friendly way, I was about to bypass her and walk towards Yaruna.
"Oh, you're here just in time. My mobile phone is about to run out of battery. Do you have a charger? Let me use it." The cousin asked Erden to borrow the charger with bright eyes, and at the same time he straightened his chest out, as if it was unintentional but actually intentional.
of attention.
The reason why she is like this is that Erden is handsome, has the ruggedness and boldness of a Mongolian man, and is a man.
Men like beautiful women, and women also like handsome men.
The smile on Erden's face was still charming, and he said lukewarmly: "I'm sorry, we don't allow tinkering with mobile phones during working hours. I don't have my mobile phone with me, and the charger is in the dormitory."
After saying that, he walked over. My cousin was not angry at all, but said from behind: "I see your vegetable cutter didn't come, can I cut the vegetables for you?"
Erdun turned around and said politely: "No, I'm busy here. You can wash the dishes if you like. The dishwashing lady will take a break today."
My cousin-in-law was a little messy, and she was unwilling to let resentment rise on her face. Unfortunately, Erden had already turned around and didn't see her.
When Lao Tan and Gu Yi entered the store, the employees were having a working meal, one cold and one hot, pork belly stewed with cabbage and tofu, and small fish and peanuts.
Lao Tan walked straight to the chef's table. When everyone wanted to stand up, he waved his hand to stop them, and then sat down.
"Boss, when did you come back?" Erdun asked first.
In the eyes of the kitchen people, Lao Tan is the master, and they are accustomed to calling him "boss".
"Morning." Lao Tan replied, and then asked: "How is it? Are you still used to it?"
"I'm used to it." Erden smiled and said, "It's just too hot and stuffy, not as cool as Hohhot."
"Yes, you get used to it. I didn't get used to it when I first came here."
"Boss, this yellow beef is fresh and will be cooked well when stir-fried." Erden quickly talked about the dish, with excitement on his face.
"The cattle are all freshly slaughtered. This dish is also fresh, especially the peppers, spicy millet, and bamboo shoots, which are extremely fragrant." Lao Tan said.
"Yeah, the stir-fried yellow beef I make now is better than when I made it in Hohhot. It feels comfortable and feels good when stir-frying. Can you try it someday?"
"Okay, it's for tonight. Let's fry up a plate and take it home and have some drinks." Old Tan said with a smile.
"That's it!" Erdun then whispered: "Boss, there is a special Pingtan singer at the Hunan Restaurant in the evening market, which is quite lively."
Lao Tan said: "Yes, it was a major feature of his store when it opened."
"Ours is a Northeastern dumpling restaurant, so I think it will work for two people." Erdun said.
The characteristics of literary and artistic young people are that they like to be prosperous and lively, and they also have the desire to show off their passion.
Lao Tan laughed and said: "Our specialty is home-cooked Northeastern dumplings, plus health wine. Singing Errenzhuan is lively, but this is Suzhou. People grew up listening to Pingtan and like it. Errenzhuan is a specialty of Northeast China. Check out the freshness.
Change the taste, you won’t like listening to it for a long time.
The specialty of the Hunan restaurant is eating spicy Hunan cuisine and listening to authentic Pingtan. We won’t compete with you. It’s best to be yourself.”
"What about singing?" Erden asked.
Lao Tan understood what he meant and said that he wanted to show off his talent for a long time. Watching others sing and comment on it made his throat itchy. So he said: "By the way, you sing beautifully."
Erdun smiled sheepishly and said: "General."
"Can you still play the morinouqin?" Lao Tan asked.
"Yes, I've known it since I was a child."
"Oh -" Lao Tan nodded, looking at the expectation on Erden's face, he said: "Perform a piece tonight to add to the fun and see if you have the potential to be a singer."
"Boss, I am a singer who was delayed by cooking." (To be continued)