Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 13 Your Uncle Is Your Uncle After All

In the end, Xiao Jing's three classmates bought three more bottles of drinks at their own expense.

Let Chen Nian lose another three dollars.

However, it is rare for people to eat Mapo Tofu without drinking anything.

At least, since Chen Nian opened the whole day, he should have only seen the first customer who came to eat in the store.

After the four college students finished eating, Xiao Jing scanned the QR code and paid for the meal.

Then, under Chen Nian's gaze, he said words such as "Binbin is inferior", "Jing Ge Niubi", "I'll come again next time", etc., and left with a smile.

"Come again~"

Chen Nian yelled from behind as usual.

As a result, the four people turned their heads and waved their hands: "Boss, don't worry, next time will be sure!"

Chen Nian returned to the store with his head down. Although these words were good, they always sounded a little weird.

However, at this time the progress of [9/1000] on the recipe made Chen Nian very pleased.

The original plan was to sell an average of 33 copies per day. In this way, the goal can be achieved in one month.

Of course, the requirements cannot be too high for the opening of the business today, and Chen Nian is already very satisfied after selling ten copies.

Hong Hong was still looking at her phone over there, and she didn't know if she had finished reading the domineering president's article in a catering cover.

"Mom, read less novels. If you look at your phone too much at night, it will damage your eyes. By the way, Mom, have you finished reading that book?"

Chen Nian said.

Unexpectedly, Feng Honghong raised her head: "No, I'm reading an official account article."

"What article?"

"Will nosy people become bald?"

Chen Nian: "Rumor, this is a rumor! Mom, you send me the link, I have to report it to him!"

Hong Hong was as sharp as ever.

After a while like this, several guests came to the restaurant one after another, but two people came in to look at the menu, and after finding that there was only mapo tofu, they left silently.

Chen Nian thinks this is quite normal, after all, even in Chengdu, not everyone can eat spicy food.

And you can't expect everyone to like mapo tofu.

But there were still five people who expressed surprise after eating and said they would come to this store again in the future.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, an old man with half-white hair and wearing a white double-strand waistcoat on his upper body and gray cotton and linen pants on his legs suddenly came outside. He was wearing loose clothes and walking in the wind. He was still shaking a cattail fan in his hand.

As soon as the person came in, Feng Honghong looked up and immediately stood up.

"Uncle Niu, you danced so much that you forgot to eat today?"

Chen Nian also recognized this uncle, he lived nearby, an old neighbor.

In the past, I often came to Honghong Restaurant for dinner.

And this uncle Niu also likes to dance in the square, but sometimes he forgets the time while dancing, and often waits until eight or nine o'clock to realize that he hasn't had dinner yet.

But go back, my son is probably still working overtime at this time and has not come back.

Simply come to Honghong Hotel for the next restaurant.

Thanks to Lao Chen's good craftsmanship, he also kept the guests.

"I didn't just come here just after dancing. I thought I was too foolish to forget that the Honghong Restaurant was closed, but I didn't expect the restaurant to open again. Is it a hired chef or?" Chen Nian, who was wearing a chef's uniform, came out from the curtain, "Oh, Nian Nian has become a chef! It's great that he inherited his father's career."

"Hello, Uncle Niu." Chen Nian greeted politely.

Uncle Niu found a place where the fan could blow and sat down, then subconsciously looked at the menu on the wall.

stunned.

"Just one mapo tofu?"

Chen Nian scratched his head in embarrassment: "I still know this dish now, and I will add new ones after a while."

Uncle Niu took a deep breath, and the expression he looked at Chen Nian suddenly changed, becoming a little complicated.

"Then let's have mapo tofu and rice. It happens that the humidity is a bit heavy recently. Eat something spicy to get rid of the humidity. It's okay to be a little bit spicy. You can cook it according to your taste. Uncle Niu doesn't pick these things."

"Okay, Mr. Niu!" Chen Nian took another order, this time from a regular customer of Honghong Hotel.

Since Honghong Restaurant closed a year ago, old customers have gradually lost.

One year is enough for a street to open several new restaurants, so everyone has new habits to go to.

Didn't you hear what Uncle Niu said?
He also wandered around habitually before coming to the store.

In fact, Uncle Niu didn’t have any expectations in his heart. He thought it would be good for Chen Nian’s son to inherit his father’s business, but when he saw a mapo tofu and white rice on the wall, he felt a little pity that Xiao Chen’s craftsmanship was not passed on. .

But he still planned to have a meal here, after all, they were all acquaintances, and this kind of thing happened in other people's homes.

Can take care and take care of.

But when Chen Nian was cooking in the back kitchen, Feng Honghong suddenly opened the curtain and walked in, saw that Uncle Niu was looking at the decoration of the restaurant outside, so he quickly whispered: "Put a little more salt, Niu Grandpa has a strong taste."

Chen Nian immediately understood.

When he was at Chen Mapo Restaurant before, Chen Nian also received many guests who could eat salt. After all, it was just liberated and there were many people working.

Some people have just moved goods for a day, and they want to eat something salty when they come here.

There are also some old people who have a strong taste. If you don’t add a pinch of salt, they will scold your rice for being too bland and ask you to go back to the pot and fry it again.

So Chen Nian thought about the amount again, and put one-fifth of the watercress less, and added about one-third of the salt.

After all, bean paste itself is salty enough.

If you adjust it like this, the taste and saltiness of tofu will be slightly heavier when you eat it.

After all, sometimes the elderly eat the tofu flavor.

When the mapo tofu was served on the table, Mr. Niu poked it a little with his chopsticks and found that it looked very good.

Then I plan to pick a piece directly with chopsticks and taste the taste.

"Master, you have to use a spoon, you can't hold it." But before Chen Nian could utter the word "de", I saw Uncle Niu pick up a piece of mapo tofu tremblingly!
That's right, it's a pinch, not a pick or a burden.

It was a piece of tofu caught between two chopsticks!
It was dangling, as if it would be broken at any moment, but Mr. Niu even felt it was hot and blew on it, and the piece of tofu was held firmly like that.

"Niannian, you don't dance for nothing, Mr. Niu. What I exercise is called muscle control."

Chen Nian had to lament that your uncle is still your uncle.

Sure enough, Mr. Park is the last trump card of this country. Everyone looks like a martial arts master. Without a good physique, they can't grab the core area of ​​the square.

Uncle Niu said proudly while putting the tofu into his mouth.

It's like eating tofu brain, you can eat tofu as soon as you inhale.

It was the first time for Chen Nian to see this kind of eating method. He wanted to stir-fry a plate of tofu to impress Uncle Niu, but he showed off when he came up.

This job is simply too bad!

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(End of this chapter)