Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 381 Sour Plum Soup
When the last two left, Chen Nian poured them a large pot of sour plum soup. The most indispensable thing in the restaurant was all kinds of containers, and Chen Nian told them to take these two back and use them. When will they wait? Just come back and get it when you're done drinking.

After sending the two girls away, Chen Nian tidied up the kitchen. There was still some sour plum soup left, and Chen Nian planned to give everyone a taste tomorrow.

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On the second day, after closing the breakfast stall, Feng Honghong began to complain that it was already autumn, but the temperature was still so hot.

"I think we don't have autumn at all in Chengdu. After summer, we will go directly to winter. Let's see. After a while, we should wear cotton-padded jackets after a few rains."

He Hai made a face-to-face meeting and said with great agreement: "Yes, the weather here is really hot. In the past few months, when I went out every afternoon, I had to walk along the wall. At least the wall can block part of the sun. It would be even better if I could meet a big tree, but every time I go out from the shadow of the big tree, I have to make a lot of determination."

"Yeah, going out here in summer is like running away from drugs." Xie Yu obviously also has a deep understanding.

But at this moment, Chen Nian took out the sour plum soup from the freezer on the side: "Since it is hot, drink some sour plum soup. I boiled it last night. You all have a taste. I plan to make it later." One pot, just take it out and sell it at noon."

"Sour plum soup?" Xie Yu's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the sour plum soup. "I said, what is that pile of things soaking in the big basin over there just now? I thought it was temporarily put here by someone else." Yes, I didn't expect the boss to make it yourself."

When Xie Yu came in the morning, he saw a lot of strange things that looked like plums and traditional Chinese medicine soaked in a large iron basin in the corner of the kitchen.

"Yes, these are the ingredients I'm going to use to make sour plum soup at noon." Chen Nian took out a disposable paper cup while talking, and poured the sour plum soup into the cup for everyone.

"Son, how much do you plan to sell this sour plum soup?" Feng Honghong asked.

As for the pricing of sour plum soup, Chen Nian had already thought about it.

"I plan to divide it into two types, one is sold by the cup, and the other is sold by the bundle. A cup costs 20 yuan, and a bundle costs [-] yuan. A bundle can pour three cups."

This price was determined by Chen Nian on his way back last night.

When Chen Nian was planning to make breakfast, he bought two buckets. One was originally intended to be used for soy milk and the other for tofu brains. However, Chen Nian stopped selling soy milk in the store, and one bucket was left unused .

Yesterday, the old age had already washed this bucket, and it happened to be used for sour plum soup.

The barrel has a capacity of 750 liters, the container of sour plum soup sold by Honghong Restaurant is 250 ml, and the cup is about [-] ml.

That is to say, such a bucket can hold more than 30 liters of sour plum soup even if it is not filled to the fullest, that is, more than 40 sticks, which can be calculated to have more than 100 cups.

If you consider that everyone in the store orders sour plum soup, it may not be enough, but after all, the output is so much, if you make more, there will be leftovers.

The big deal is that the later guests who come later will buy drinks. Anyway, the price of drinks is cheaper than that of sour plum soup.

But Chen Nian felt that judging from the portraits of the customers who came to Honghong Restaurant to eat, it would definitely not be a problem to make so many and sell them out every day.

The cost of such a barrel of sour plum soup for aging is about 200 yuan, even if electricity and gas bills are included, it will not exceed 800 yuan. If it is sold, it can be sold for at least [-] yuan. Sure money.

Feng Honghong didn't think much of the price, and even felt that seven yuan for a cup of sour plum soup was a little expensive. After all, they were just ordinary restaurants. If it was in a big restaurant, it would be worth ten yuan, let alone seven normal.

But then Chen Nian talked about the cost of this pot of sour plum soup, and Feng Honghong couldn't help being speechless: "It's so expensive. I thought it would be enough to boil such a pot of ten or twenty yuan. How can it cost more than 20?"

"The main reason is that the medicinal materials inside are more expensive, and those medicinal materials are generally sold by taels." Chen Nian explained again.

But after Xie Yu and He Hai listened to it, they felt that the price was a bit cheap. After all, when they were young and dating, they would always take their girlfriends to eat out. How could it cost more than ten yuan to buy a glass of juice in the store?Even if you buy a bundle, it costs at least 27 or [-] yuan, and there are thirty or forty expensive ones.

In contrast, the price of seven yuan for a cup and 20 yuan for a bundle here is quite conscientious, and at least the sour plum soup uses real ingredients.

Then, after Chen Nian boiled sour plum soup in a large pot, he took out two blank signs, one of which said 20 yuan for a cup of sour plum soup, and the other for [-] yuan for a bunch of sour plum soup.

Finally hung next to those dishes.

Then I went to print another seven or eight sheets of paper, which also said:

Our store newly launched iced sour plum soup, which is artificially boiled with pure traditional Chinese medicine. It costs 20 yuan for a cup and [-] yuan for a stick.

After printing, paste these papers on a conspicuous position on the wall inside the store, and then paste another sheet at the door.

After the cooking is done, it is aged before returning to the kitchen to continue preparing the ingredients.

In this way, until about 11:30 noon, customers began to arrive at the store one after another. Due to the old advertisements posted everywhere, the guests can see the new products of Honghong Hotel as soon as they come in.

At 45:[-], Xu Qiu and Luo Ye came. They were the guests at the seventh table today. They originally planned to have a hot pot at noon, but when they passed by the Honghong Restaurant, they saw the sour plum soup on the door .

Originally, the weather was very hot, and Luo Ye couldn't move as soon as she saw the three characters of sour plum soup.

"Why don't we eat here today and have hot pot tonight?" Luo Ye said.

Xu Qiu looked at the newly posted A4 paper on the door and said with a smile, "I think you want to drink sour plum soup?"

"How is it? Let's eat here at noon. Anyway, I haven't eaten at Honghong Restaurant for a while. It seems that there are some new dishes that we haven't eaten yet."

"Okay, if you want to eat here, then let's eat here. We can eat hot pot at night, and I also want to taste the sour plum soup made by the boss himself." After Xu Qiu finished speaking, he pulled Luo Ye and went Entered the red hotel.

Went to the counter to look at the menu.

"Auntie, let me have a mapo tofu, a lettuce lettuce with garlic, a Kung Pao chicken, two bowls of rice and two cups... and a bunch of sour plum soup." Xu Qiu looked at Luo Ye beside him: " Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Luo Ye shook her head: "No more, you ordered everything I wanted for me."

(End of this chapter)