An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

Chapter 25 Hu Dafu invites Su Can to take charge of the spoon!

Hearing Su Can's words.

Don't say it's Hu Dafu.

Even the other customers felt that this kid was a bit Versailles.

"Good fellow!".

"The Holy Son of the Kitchen World, right?"

But Hu Dafu believed it.

If Su Canzhen doesn't have any family heirlooms.

That can only be explained.

This kid's talent is too high.

Born to be a chef.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Dafu asked again.

"Then Master Xiaosu, are you interested in finding a stable job with a fixed salary?"

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm also engaged in the catering industry, and I opened the Fuchunju in Dongjiekou!"

"Now that there is still a chef in charge of the back kitchen, is Chef Xiao Su interested in coming over and trying it?"

"I can give you 20,000 a month!".

Fuchun Ju?

Hear this.

Su Can didn't say anything yet.

The other customers couldn't help but marvel.

"Huh?".

"You are the boss of Fuchunju!".

"I went to eat once some time ago, our old signature restaurant in Jiangcheng. "

"Especially the three things in one hand, the taste is really amazing!".

Hear this.

Hu Dafu was still a little happy in his heart.

I have been in the catering industry for so many years.

I didn't expect to meet a regular customer on the side of the road.

It's not for nothing.

He smiled at the guest.

"Thank you for the review. "

"I, Hu Dafu, also started by selling lo-mei. "

"It's been like this for decades, it's not praised!".

However, Su Can shook his head.

Although Hu Dafu's conditions are very exciting.

But actually.

Yesterday alone, Su Can's turnover had exceeded four thousand.

The net profit is estimated to be more than 1,000!

In this way, it is at least 30,000 a month.

And today I added sour plum soup and lo-mei.

I'm afraid it will break through new highs.

Therefore.

Hu Dafu said that it was 20,000 a month.

In fact, it is still not as profitable as setting up his own stall.

More critically.

Freedom of stalls!

There's no need to send someone to work for someone else.

So Su Can waved his hand.

"Thank you Boss Hu for your kindness. "

"But I still think it's better for me to set up a stall!"

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Unexpectedly, he was politely rejected by Su Can.

Hu Dafu didn't care too much.

After all, he also started as a small street vendor.

I also know the benefits of setting up my stall.

Since Su Can wants to develop on his own.

He couldn't force it.

But this time.

Suddenly, another customer said.

"The boss of Fuchunju?".

"To be honest, I also like Fuchunju's halo three!".

"But Boss Hu, if you want to invite Boss Su Can, your Fuchunju signboard may have to .......be replaced."

Although this guest has already spoken very tactfully.

But the meaning of his words, Hu Dafu still understood.

This is secretly poking and prodding, saying that their family's lo-mei is not as delicious as Su Can's.

If you want to invite Su Can over.

This signature can also be based on Su Can's Su's lo-mei.

To put it that way.

Hu Dafu was a little unconvinced.

Pouted and said, "Are you saying that my Lao Hu has been making lo-mei for decades, and it is not as delicious as a child?"

"Then I'll have to try it!"

Just about.

Su Can also made things good at this time.

smiled and handed it over to Hu Dafu's hands.

Egg fried rice, beef noodles, and lo-mei are all packed separately.

After Hu Dafu finished paying, he couldn't wait to open the plastic lunch box, and picked up a piece of braised tofu to try the taste.

The so-called halogen three.

It's braised tofu, braised tiger skin eggs, braised pork!

And Su Can doesn't have braised tiger skin eggs and braised meat here.

Therefore, you can only compete with braised tofu.

Hu Dafu was quite confident at first.

After all, I have been researching the formula for more than ten years.

How can it be compared to a small child.

But when this braised tofu is eaten.

He knew he had lost.

And the heart of the loss is convinced, there is no suspense!

"No way, this can't be!".

"How is it possible for this braised tofu to maintain the crispy and charred texture of the skin while being soaked in marinade!".

"This tastes amazing!".

"How the hell is this done?".

Hu Dafu said in shock.

He's been making lo-mei for decades.

Braised tofu is fried in oil and boiled in brine.

Anyone who makes lo-mei knows this.

But the braised tofu made by Su Can is different.

After boiling, the skin can still maintain the crispy and burnt aroma, and the inside can be soaked with soup.

It's a miraculous skill!

Although he had to find a reference, Hu Dafu thought about it for a while, and finally thought of it!

Stinky tofu !!

That's right!

The braised tofu made by Su Can is compared to the traditional braised tofu.

In fact, it is closer to the stinky tofu in Hunan Province.

While keeping the skin crispy, it also allows the tofu meat inside to soak in the soup.

One bite down!

That's satisfying, couldn't be more satisfying!

It's absolutely amazing!

Merely.

When this sentence is asked.

Hu Dafu realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Behind each unique dish, there is a unique skill that is not well known.

This is also the foundation of many chefs' livelihoods!

And this kind of skill is often called the secret that is not passed on!

Nonsense.

It is said that the apprentice was taught, and the master was starved to death!

This real trick!

Who would be so stupid?

Publicly?

Therefore.

Hu Dafu gave himself a mouthful.

Only then did he quickly apologize.

"I'm sorry!".

"Master Xiaosu, I said the wrong thing, so you should not hear anything. "

However, Su Can did not blame him.

Just waved his hand nonchalantly and said indifferently.

"Nothing!".

"Besides, it's not that rare. "

"Master Hu, remember to steam the tofu for ten minutes before frying it every time, and then fry the skin a little older. "