Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 60 Paramount

Chen Nian has become the noodle chef in the store, and Master He has basically retired. He is mainly responsible for chatting with customers every day, boasting about Chen Nian, and talking about things in the newspaper.

The aged craftsmanship has become more and more exquisite, and the noodles have been continuously improved to become more robust.

During this period, Chen Nian also went to many other well-known noodle restaurants in Shanghai to learn from them.

It has to be said that every famous noodle shop has its own uniqueness.

The guests are not stupid, just go wherever the delicious food is.

Besides these well-known restaurants, there are also some little-known noodle restaurants in the streets and alleys that taste very good.

Gather the strengths of many families, and then develop your own style from them.

Of course, this style of aging will not be used in the store so soon, he just gave Master He a taste.

"Yes, this noodle is strong! And the scallion oil is delicious!" Master He couldn't help but admired. Since last year, he has stopped scolding Chen Nian. In Master He's heart, scolding Chen Nian is to make Chen Nian improve.

Although sometimes the words are harsh, Chen Nian can also understand the painstaking efforts of the other party.

So never said anything.

Just silently trying again and again.

"But ah, there's still something not like that."

Chen Nian was a little confused: "Master He, it's been four years. What exactly is the flavor you're talking about? It's not a certain ingredient or a certain seasoning. I've tried everything I can over the years. , but I still don’t know what the taste you are talking about is.”

Chen Nian often thought about what Master He said in his own mouth.

And both Master He and Sisi said it was delicious.

But they also said that the taste was not good, but he ate it to Yu Xiong from Jing Bao, but the other party didn't feel this way. Over the years, he also asked many regular customers, and everyone basically gave them unanimous praise.

If it weren't for these dreams experienced, they would be extremely realistic.

In old age, you have to think that it is because you are not using the legendary kitchen utensils.

That night, Master He went back as usual, and Chen Nian began to practice day after day. Rain, winter, summer, rainy season, and the usual water-to-noodle ratio, as well as what kind of noodle is best to use, are all well-versed in these.

And in the seven or eight notebooks used for recording, each date.

The experimental controls of A, B, C, D and other groups, and the experimental variables of x, y, and z, have all been tried countless times by Chen Nian.

The experimental data that has been fixed before will continue to increase variables when it rains.

After determining the ratio, try again and again.

At the very least, you have to be familiar with it.

Otherwise, when cooking, you can't wait for you to measure the temperature and weigh it bit by bit.

The 1-hour rule does not mean that you can learn it after [-] hours, but that [-] hours is enough for people to form muscle memory.

Even if you don't have to think about it, you can do it subconsciously with your hands.

When a person is writing, most words can be written directly without stopping to think about them. This is a kind of muscle memory.

But the noodles made by myself are even more delicious.

The person who comes to eat noodles every night has not come for a long time.

After I snorted and ate a bowl of scallion oil noodles, I returned home. Master He was still reading the newspaper over there, and I didn't know what he was talking about.

Chen Nian didn't listen carefully, after all, people always like to say something in their mouths when they get old.

Human nature.

Lying on the bed after washing, Chen Nian kept thinking about why Sisi didn't come.

He reached out and touched under the bed the clothes and shoes he bought specially before.

This was bought half a year ago.

I planned to wear it when I went to Paramount, but because the noodle shop business is getting better and better, I haven't had much time.

However, this time, Chen Nian touched it for a while, and finally stretched out his hand, pillowed it under his head and gradually fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, after Chen Nian went to the old place to exchange articles with Yu Xiong, Yu Xiong went to typesetting with the article excitedly, and Chen Nian continued to return to Hehe with the manuscript fee given by Yu Xiong. Remember that the noodle shop makes noodles.

Ten oceans each time.

Although there are quite a few, it is definitely not much for the sales volume of the entire Jingbao.

The circulation of Jingbao is about [-] copies each time, but every time there is an article by "Ms. Chen", the sales volume will increase to about [-] copies.

But one year has passed, in Shanghai, apart from Yu Xiong and Chen Nian, there is no third person who knows the identity of Teacher Chen.

About this, even the editor-in-chief of Yu Xiong's good partner in the newspaper office doesn't know.

Of course, Chen Nian deliberately concealed this.

Dayin is hidden in the city, and everyone around him is talking about Teacher Chen, but no one knows that Teacher Chen is him. To be honest, it's quite cool.

This is the highest state of pretense!

Of course, the money was given to Yu Xiong in order to win over Chen Nian.

After all, everyone has been in contact for so long, and he doesn't know what other hobbies Chen Nian has besides making noodles, so he can only give money.

In the afternoon, Chen Nian took a leave of absence.

Although Chen Nian said that he didn't need wages, but later, Master He directly gave Chen Nian [-]% to [-]% of the monthly profit of the noodle shop.

Even if Chen Nian made it clear that he wanted this, it was useless.

And the money I get from Yu Xiong every time is already quite a lot.

But Master He still insisted on giving it.

When I went back, I went directly to a bathhouse to take a shower, ran for two hours, and then went to the barber shop for a haircut, trimmed my beard, and took care of my whole body.

Went home and changed into new clothes.

I tidied up in front of the old mirror, and smelled carefully that the smell of scallion oil was no longer on my body.

Seeing that the sky outside had dimmed, Chen Nian sat at home and waited.

The hands on the clock are crawling bit by bit, and Chen Nian has never felt that time is so slow.

Finally, the clock hit eight o'clock.

Chen Nian stood up.

The upper body is wearing a very flat ironed white shirt, and a plaid khaki vest outside, which is refined and close-fitting, which sets off the tall and well-proportioned figure especially straight.

The trousers are the same color as the vest on the body, but there is no checkered trousers with excellent drape.

A pair of brown leather shoes are much darker than the clothes on her body, but they match them very well.

With short and neat hair, a meticulous face, and a very good local background, he is so old, he is not at all like the noodle boy before.

Even if it is said to be the son of any family, there are many people who believe it.

Lock the door and put the old-fashioned brass key with a red string in your pocket.

He walked towards Paramount with his head held high.

　9.18, don't forget the national humiliation.

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　　The knife is at most a small knife, and the old vinegar has a sense of proportion. I understand that writing too much about literary youth and writing tragedies will lose readers and follow-up readers, so everyone can rest assured.

　　
　
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