Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 17 I sold everything I ate!
At noon alone, there were hundreds of people waiting in line at the door of the store.

That is, Uncle Niu happened to be passing by, and after seeing the chaos here, he shouted to stop these people from lining up.

This relieved some pressure.

But Chen Nian only prepared materials for about [-] people in total, and when the ingredients were almost used up, Chen Nian had to come out of the kitchen.

Come outside the store and look at the people queuing up outside.

"I'm sorry everyone, because our shop is a small business, the business has been very mediocre before, I didn't expect so many people to come today, and the next ingredients can make about ten people, so the friends behind don't have to queue up , I'm sorry everyone!"

After Chen Nian finished speaking, some people's expressions changed on the spot.

"We have been queuing for so long, and now we say there is no more?"

"Does it have to be ten people? Can No. 11 work?"

For those who lose their temper, Chen Nian doesn't bother to deal with them.

But Chen Nian quickly answered a few of their questions.

"No, just ten. I've counted what I want to eat at noon. I can only order takeaway now."

Chen Nian's straightforward answer made everyone laugh.

"Boss, is there any more in the afternoon?"

"There are more in the afternoon! I'll go buy them in the afternoon!" Chen Nian said loudly, and then returned to the kitchen to start cooking.

While working, Chen Nian was still thinking about who leaked the news?
At noon alone, 61 copies of Mapo Tofu were sold. Those who got it wanted to lick their plates clean, and those who didn't wanted to go in and replace those people with themselves.

"The mapo tofu for [-] yuan, and it's so delicious, the boss is really doing charity!"

Xiao Jing planned to come over to eat mapo tofu again at noon today, but when he first arrived, he found that there was already a long queue here!
Quick-witted, he dashed over on the spot.

Ranked 59th, just a little short of the 62nd brother behind.

Feng Honghong, who came over to clean up the dishes, sighed when she heard this: "Oh, the store is almost losing money, and it's losing money every day. If this continues, I really don't know what to do."

As a result, Xiao Jing grasped the key point immediately after hearing this sentence, and asked tentatively: "Auntie, don't you have more than a dozen houses in your family?"

Hong Hong looked at Xiao Jing suspiciously: "Where is the house? We live in a building nearby, and the rest is this facade."

"Then you still."

"It's decided by my son. As a mother, I can't object to it. I can only lose it for a while. Let's talk about it after he finds out."

Hong Hong said somewhat helplessly.

Only Xiao Jing was left here thinking.

In less than a minute, a girl patted on the shoulder: "Handsome guy, have you finished eating? Give up your seat after eating?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Xiao Jing quickly got up and walked out.

After a busy noon, the murdered uncle Niu also followed outside to maintain order.

After the end, Chen Nian was really sorry, so he took Uncle Niu, who said he wanted to go home, to a nearby noodle shop and ate a bowl of chicken noodle.

Then he sent Uncle Niu to the gate of the community with great gratitude, and Chen Nian went back.

After resting until about three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Nian hurriedly rode a small electric donkey to the vegetable market to buy a lot of ingredients.

According to this posture, it is estimated that there will be many people coming at night.

Sure enough, around six o'clock in the evening, there was a long queue outside the store again.

Fortunately, the old age was well prepared, and a hundred small notes with serial numbers were written in advance and distributed next to each other.

Although many people who took the notes went out for a stroll and didn't come back in the end, but there was nothing to queue up for the meals of the dozen or so people in the end.

Everyone put together on the table and put it down.

Chen Nian was fine, but Feng Honghong was tired enough.

I have been busy from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, shouting numbers, clearing dishes and tables, and busy serving dishes.

If he hadn't been doing diligent work in the restaurant before, I'm afraid there would really be trouble today.

Fortunately, I spent it in peace.

"Mom, go back and rest first. I'll wait a little longer. I don't know if that man will come today." Chen Nian asked his mother to go back first, but he planned to wait a little longer. He didn't come, Chen Nian specially left him the last one.

Hong Hong didn't shirk, and finally cleared the table, poured a cup of freshly boiled water for Chen Nian, put it in the kitchen, and went back.

Chen Nian waited like this until 10:30, when he also felt that the man would not come, picked up all the stools and put them on the table, and was about to go home to wash and rest.

"Boss, is it closed today?"

Turning around to look, I saw the man standing at the door, poking his head in and asking.

Seeing the rare relaxed look on the other party's face, Chen Nian couldn't help laughing and said, "There's one more for you."

Then he took down four stools from a table.

"Still the same? Why didn't you bring a water glass?"

"Yes, it's still the same. Another bottle. No, two bottles of Coke!"

Chen Nian couldn't help being a little surprised: "Why are you getting paid today?"

"No, it's just that I recently took on a job and earned some extra money. Party A's money just arrived today, so I thought I'd come over and eat mapo tofu to reward myself."

Chen Nian smiled, went back and started to light the stove, heat the pot,
Boil water, blanch tofu.

Heat the oil and add the beef.

Add seasoning and add tofu.

thicken.

Finally, a handful of peppercorns and green onions.

The red and green decorations are suitable, and the smell of numbness and fragrance is blowing away. The tofu is soft and tender. When you shake the plate slightly, the tofu inside will tremble like a jade rabbit. The outside is wrapped in chili oil fried from the bean paste. shining brightly.

"The rice is getting cold, I'll warm it up for you."

"No, cold ones are fine too. I think cold rice might taste better with mapo tofu."

Chen Nian nodded: "Alright then."

"But boss, why do you make mapo tofu so delicious?"

Chen Nian thought for a while: "Maybe I do more?"

Chen Mingyu looked at Chen Nian's age, and estimated that he was only 23 or [-] years old. At this age, he said that he did a lot?

It can only be said that this boss is more talented.

But at this moment, Chen Nian was thinking, for ten days in a row, two meals of Mapo Tofu a day is not something that ordinary people can do, no matter how much they like to eat, it will not be like this.

Coupled with the fact that the other party didn't order drinks every time these few days, Chen Nian could definitely conclude that the other party was poor.

It's the best deal to eat here.

After all, buying a pack of pickled mustard in the supermarket costs as little as [-] cents and as much as two or three yuan.

"What kind of job do you do? It doesn't look like the salary is too high, and you can still do private work, which means you still have the ability to make money. Why don't you change jobs?"

Hearing this, the man raised his head and looked at Chen Nian.

"How old do you think I am?"

Chen Nian sized it up: "It's about the same as me? 23?"

"No, you said it the other way around. I'm 32 this year. I used to start a company by myself, but my partner cheated me, so now I can only work part-time to pay off my debts."

　Chen Mingyu is a book friend in the book friend group, but the role experience is the experience of a colleague of Chen vinegar's previous work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)