Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 9 The First Guest

The man's name is Chen Mingyu, he is 33 years old, and he works as an investment manager in a cosmetics company.

Of course, the first person to do investment promotion in this kind of company is the manager.

Named Investment Commissioner, written as Investment Manager.

Just like a Starbucks medium cup is a small cup.

People will always like something bigger.

Of course, except Teacher Luo.

He was sent by the company today to distribute leaflets to promote the company's directly-operated store that opened nearby.

The directly-operated store is mainly used to provide visiting experience for the franchisees who will inspect the project in the future, and it also bears the responsibility for a part of the turnover.

Chen Mingyu had already passed several restaurants along the way, but he felt that those restaurants had nothing to do with him.

Only this red restaurant attracted his attention.

Without him.

He likes this kind of clean and simple shop. Of course, the most important thing is to keep the price simple.

Because he knows that if he can't find a restaurant that can handle lunch within seven yuan today, then he can only find instant noodles at a convenience store at noon today.

And it's the kind that can't even add eggs.

That's why he asked the question earlier. This was his last choice. If the store required other purchases to order Mapo Tofu for one yuan, then he had no choice but to give up.

Unexpectedly, the handsome young boss standing in the kitchen said no!

Need not!

This is tantamount to the sound of nature in his ears!
What does that mean without other consumption?
This means that even if he ordered a bowl of rice, it would only cost three yuan for another mapo tofu!
Three bucks for lunch!

With such a cheap lunch, even if the food is a bit unpalatable, I will admit it!

As long as you can eat enough.

People don't think you are poor, so what qualifications do you have to think others are unpalatable?
"Okay, I want one rice and one mapo tofu." Chen Mingyu said.

Chen Nian nodded, turned and walked into the kitchen.

This is the first business since I opened it.

After completing this business, it means that I lost the first seven yuan after opening the store.

The cost of a mapo tofu is about [-] yuan, and you lose [-] yuan when you sell one piece.

The price of a serving of rice is about [-] cents, but if you add other oil, seasoning, water and electricity, you can probably make a profit on the basis of the cost.

As such.

Selling a mapo tofu + rice will cost you seven yuan.

This also means that the aging will have to lose 7000 yuan before unlocking the next dish of braised pork.

Chen Nian had already arrived at this point, and in the morning, Chen Nian tried to add a few home-cooked dishes on the wall that he had learned from Chen Mapo Restaurant, but he was surprised to find that he actually
Plus-no-up-go!

That's right, it can't be added in the literal sense!
It doesn't matter whether he writes it or puts it on a sticker, it doesn't work!

Not even at the door.

Chen Nian also understands that he can only follow the recipe step by step, and the loss in the early stage is inevitable.

While thinking, Chen Nian has already heated up the oil.

Next is the beef and seasoning.

The smell permeated instantly, and the thin curtains from the back kitchen to the front dining room couldn't block the rich aroma at all. Moreover, when Chen Nian was first renovated, he specially made the kitchen so that the outside can see the cooking inside.

After all, Chen Nian knew that his level was average at the time, so he used some crooked brains and wanted to think about marketing first.

At least attract the guests first.

Therefore, the reason Chen Nian told his mother at the time was actually his initial idea, but later got the mysterious recipe inexplicably.

Sitting in front, Chen Mingyu felt that the price was not bad just by smelling it!
And just now through the window, he clearly saw Chen Nian put meat inside!

Mapo tofu for [-] yuan can actually eat meat?
This was something he never thought of. With the aging, Chen Mingyu only felt that it was getting more and more fragrant.

I couldn't help but went to the window to look, and the beef cubes that had started to spit out oil in the iron pan were constantly tumbling.

The chili noodles, Z county watercress and light soy sauce are wrapped in beef cubes, the grains are clear, they are clustered in the pot, with hot fat, firm and smooth, and the color is as attractive as a sea and sky Feast.

Chen Mingyu's mouth was drooling crazily!
He even felt that if he took off his leather shoes and threw them in and let the old people stir-fry them, it would probably be extremely delicious.

Of course he wouldn't do such a thing.

He used the bamboo strainer bought at the morning market for [-] yuan to gently scoop up the tofu that had been blanched in the pot beside him, and then put it into the pot.

Immediately afterwards, it is as light and flexible as Tai Chi, loose, soft and slow.

It forms two extremes with the action of stir-frying the beef just now, which coincides with the combination of rigidity and softness, and the harmony of yin and yang.

These descriptive sentences suddenly appeared in Chen Mingyu's mind.

With the aging process, thicken the glutinous rice three times successively, and sprinkle in the last handful of finely ground pepper noodles, and the mapo tofu comes out of the pot smoothly!
Feng Honghong stared at the plate of mapo tofu in astonishment.

She didn't even know when her son learned this skill that seemed to have been immersed in it for decades!
Whether it is from knife-making, ingredients, ladle, heat, technique, thickening, every action seems to have been done thousands of times!
Don't even bother looking at it.

But all these questions, now she can only put them in her stomach.

Mapo tofu was served first, and then he scooped a bowl full of rice from the rice bucket.

"All right."

After Chen Nian finished speaking, he turned and went back to the kitchen, while cooking pots and spoons, he secretly looked at the first customer of Honghong Restaurant after its reopening.

Obviously, judging from the other party's expression, the customer was very satisfied with the first impression of this mapo tofu.

Although he is not from Sichuan, he has been in Chengdu for many years and eats a lot of mapo tofu.

"Is this really mapo tofu that can be bought for a dollar?"

"The tofu alone costs more than one yuan, right? And there's so much meat in it."

Chen Mingyu suddenly felt unreal.

But the frenzied protest in his stomach overcame his worries, and he might become a perpetual motion machine if he didn't eat.

The mouth secretes saliva frantically into the stomach, and then circulates through the body.

re-secretion, recirculation.

Gently use a spoon to scoop up a piece of tofu from below together with the crimson soup, watching the tofu's fat body with a thin red dress like a bride hanging on the spoon tremblingly, cute and beautiful tempting.

How could he be willing to mix it with rice.

Immediately afterwards, he made a decision that went against his ancestors.

Blow lightly and put it in your mouth.

moment!

Numb, spicy, crispy, fragrant, hot, tender, and stinky, the seven senses began to bombard in the mouth in turn!

The feeling of hunger just now was greatly satisfied at this moment!

Squeeze the upper and lower jaws lightly, and the tofu melts immediately!

At the same time, the scorching heat hidden in the tofu surged out again.

The layered sense of numbness produced by the peppercorns put in three times in succession is amplified again.

Coupled with the crispy aroma of beef, after being stir-fried over a high fire, the more you chew, the more delicious it will be.

This dollar is worth it!

　Thanks for the reward of 100 starting coins from readers IY and style scene.

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　　In the future, I will directly write Doubanjiang
　　
　
(End of this chapter)