Food: How come this boss knows everything?

Chapter 189 The shop is doing a booming business, and the second floor is a bit crowded
"Boss, we've finished cleaning upstairs!"

"Okay, just come back in the afternoon."

The business closed at noon and the clerk left after lunch.

Li Rui came to the corner of the stairs and looked at the strange bamboo.

With the flower pot,
It is now one meter high.

It feels like we can eat winter bamboo shoots in winter.

However, the changes in the bamboo did not attract the attention of the diners.

Everyone comes here to eat.

When eating, one can rarely distract his attention to other things.

As machines become more and more advanced, various processes, whether it is kneading dough, rolling noodles, or pressing noodles, can be replaced by manual labor.

But the shop owner's craftsmanship is always online.
The dishes are cooked with great care and the customers can fully taste the delicious taste.

Especially when waiting in line.
You can often see the business owner stretching and beating the dough, and after a few unique rhythms, the noodles are put into the pot.

The boss is serious and the rhythm is moving.

There were also many customers stopping to watch.

When the food is very delicious, the diners will even applaud.

“This biangbiang noodle is beautifully made!”

“It’s a pleasure to watch.”

Although Li Rui doesn't care too much about fame and fortune, he sometimes loses himself in the praises.

The range of motion is inevitably somewhat exaggerated.

Noodles are not steel bars. If you stretch them too long, they will break.

"Sorry, I'll give you another one."

Li Rui was a little embarrassed. He crumpled the broken noodles into a ball and threw it aside.

Restarted the cautious ramen.

"It's okay, this isn't mine. I'll come over to take a look after I finish eating."

“The boss is very real.”

"If you often walk by the river, your shoes won't get wet."

Of course, food cannot be wasted.

After kneading the dough, leave it to Xiao Ma, and she probably won’t notice it.

evening.

Fonda Square.

The large group of people who came from different places in Jianghai City to eat noodles gathered in one place without any prior arrangement.

The members of the Trendy Fitness Club took advantage of the natural geographical advantage. After a simple assembly, they came to the shop in an orderly manner.

Their orders seemed to have been carefully researched.

Carbohydrates, proteins, and vitamins, in a reasonable combination.

Add meat to the flat noodles.
Bamboo noodles should be served with chicken feet.
Add large intestine to hot dry noodles.

There are also many people who come with their families to enjoy the food after get off work or school.

"Dad, can I still have wontons if I don't have to work overtime today?"

"We're having wontons today. The skin is thinner and chewier, and there's pork and shrimp inside. Do you like it?"

Sometimes children try to exaggerate when speaking within their ability.

He had just learned to count to ten.
At this time, he stretched out his two little palms and said, "I want to eat ten."

"no problem."

The kid's father lined up in the store and asked the waitress,

"Hello, can I add wontons to the wonton noodles?"

"Sure, our wontons are all freshly made."

Dads and their kids line up in a queue, and sometimes you can see errand boys taking orders from the store.

The child was very curious: "Dad, are the takeaways I eat delivered by these uncles?"

The child's father shook his head.

Instead of explaining in detail the difference between running errands and ordering takeout, I secretly told my child some cruel truths about the adult world:
"Xiaobao, let me tell you, the takeout you eat is all made by your mother."

The amount of information is a bit too much for preschoolers.

The little doll thought for a moment,

Showing a look of sudden enlightenment:

"The takeaway food is not tasty. Don't let my mom order it from now on. It's a waste of money."

"Hahaha."

The child's father laughed out loud. He knew that his wife was not a good cook. Tonight, his wife went back to her parents' home, so he took the child over to eat noodles.

Wonton noodles are the lightest item on the menu.

Very suitable for children.

And if the kids ask for more wontons, they can still have some leftovers if they can't finish them. Kill two birds with one stone.

He ordered a bowl of beef noodles and asked the boss to add more chili.

The clerk reminded me that there was a vacant seat upstairs.

The child's father took the child to the second floor and waited.

But now the remaining space was squeezed by a few muscular guys at the back table, making it difficult for both the big and the small to fit.

There is nothing wrong with the father putting the child in.
But he wanted to sit in it.

It can be strenuous.

"Why don't you just pack it up and eat it back home."

He took the child out again.

When I was in trouble, the clerk came up.

She could see at a glance that the customer was in a dilemma.

Majingo has become very familiar with these big guys.

He once won their respect by arm wrestling with three wins and three losses.

She was carefree.

He patted the broad shoulders of two of them:

"Brothers, please move aside and let them sit in."

"Oh, sorry."

The chairs creaked as they were moved, and the dishes and chopsticks on their table shook as well.

But the two men were too big, and after a long time of effort,
There has been no progress.

It seems that the little space they left between the table behind them just now was already the ultimate expression of their qualities.

"You are all just dead strong guys trained in the gym, it's useless."

"Let me help you."

After Xiao Ma finished speaking, he held the back of the chair and kicked the legs one by one.

He actually pushed their bodies under the table a little further.

"It's done."

Majingo clapped his hands proudly.
Then he said to the father and daughter:

“It’s a bit more spacious.”

The child's father smiled and nodded, then put the baby girl back into the seat.

I lifted my legs and stepped in:

"Thank you for your help, young lady."

"It's fine."

Not long after, the noodles for the father and daughter were served.

The little kid may have inherited his father's gene for heavy taste. While eating wontons, he was also a little curious about the beef noodles in his father's bowl.

The little finger pointed:
"Dad, I want to try it."

"It's a bit spicy, Xiaobao, do you want to eat it?"

"Eat a little."

For adults, beef noodles are in the spicy range of being fragrant but not spicy.

The chili oil is boiled for a long time and blends the flavors of various spices. It tastes fragrant at first and slightly spicy at the end.

With beef and noodles,

I slurped it up, mouthful after mouthful, and the taste was endless.

But the children have not been trained.
Obviously, he still can't adapt to the pain caused by the chili pepper.

"Dad, I feel like there's an electric blanket in my mouth."

The child's father scooped a spoonful of wonton soup, blew it gently, and put it into his daughter's mouth.

He also stole a wonton from his daughter's bowl.

At this time, the few people who came from the gym to have an indulgent meal had also finished their meal.

The child's father turned around and asked, "Can you guys come out? Do you want me to let you out?"

"No need to bother."

Behind the father and daughter, the two older brothers who were tucked in didn't need Xiao Ma's help to pull themselves out.

When they have finished eating, they can lift the table together.

"We're out."

"Put it down gently."

"Okay, that's fine."

Then leave calmly.

(End of this chapter)