The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

"Hey, why did your family buy such a big house? It's exhausting to clean." Zhang Tong wiped his sweat after cleaning the duplex building of Jianghua's house. Let's not say whether he is really tired, but the posture must be done. After all, just talk but not practice fake moves, just practice not talk about stupid moves. The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, no matter how good the business is, you must learn to buy and sell.

It's like Zhang Tong now has to act like he's tired no matter whether he's tired or not. Because I have to do this to claim credit for Jiang Hua! You see, I have done so much work and done so many things, how can I be compensated?

In fact, this is full of routines.

Jiang Hua, who was born as an investigator, is best at anti-routines. After hearing what Zhang Tong said, she just responded lightly: "Oh. It should come back once a year to help my mother clean. If you feel very If you are tired, you can go to the hotel to rest first. There is a Hanting one hundred meters to the left when you go out, and you can stay with your ID card. Why don't you go to sleep first and talk about it when you wake up?"

"No, no, I'm not that tired yet." Zhang Tong waved his hands again and again.

"But to be honest, what exactly does Jianghua's family do? Selling skewers can live in such a big house? The upper and lower duplex buildings have more than 400 square meters!" Although Zhang Tong already knew the specific situation of Jianghua's family. Yes, but now I still have to pretend that I don't know clearly and ask again.

"I said it's for skewers." Jiang Hua smiled.

"It's just that the scale of selling skewers at home is relatively large."

"How big is it?"

"Well, one or two hundred employees will help sell skewers."

"Wow!" Zhang Tong really wanted to show the acting skills of an Oscar winner, but after all, Zhang Tong, who has not studied Stanislavsky's "Actor's Self-cultivation", is still not good enough in acting. The expression he made was too exaggerated. Jiang Hua patted Zhang Tong's abdominal muscles: "You are still pretending to me. I heard Li Tianfeng say it before I came. That kid has already told you about my family's situation. Why are you pretending?"

"Isn't this in line with your performance? You have been pretending that your home is a self-employed small family, and I have always cooperated with you." Zhang Tong scratched his head.

"Cut." Jiang Hua snorted coldly: "I believe you ghost. You are very bad. And I didn't tell you about my family situation at the beginning because I was afraid that you would feel inferior. You know that my family is so rich, and I You are so good, but your conditions are so poor. Then you feel inferior."

"Huh? Then you're not afraid of my inferiority complex now?" Zhang Tong asked.

"Hmph, now I know that your skin is thicker than the Great Wall of China! Are you still inferior? I will give you a sky monkey during the Spring Festival and you will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tiangong No. 2." Jiang Hua can see Zhang Tong clearly now. This person is gone. This guy will not have the so-called inferiority complex. This guy is very resistant to pressure.

"Hehe." Zhang Tong smirked and scratched his head, intending to pass the test by being cute.

"Selling cuteness, it's a big man." Jiang Hua saw Zhang Tong's plan, and she mercilessly exposed it.

After Jiang Hua gave Zhang Tong a blank look, she stood on the indoor terrace on the second floor and asked her mother Wang Qian downstairs, "Mom, where's Dad?"

"Your dad is still in the store. It's almost Chinese New Year, and their old comrades-in-arms are gathering." Wang Qi said after packing up the trash.

"Then where are we going to eat at night? Do we make it at home or go out to eat?"

"Go to the store. Your dad just sent a message. Said that their old comrades are playing mahjong in the store and can't leave. Let's go to the store to eat hot pot. He said he wants to meet Zhang Tong." Wang Qian said to Looking at Zhang Tong upstairs, he said, "Xiao Zhang, go and wash your face and hands."

"Clean up, let's go to the hot pot restaurant." Wang Qian greeted Jiang Hua and Zhang Tong.

All the way out, Wang Qi drove Zhang Tong and Jiang Hua to the commercial district of Jiefangbei Square in her own BMW. This is the most bustling business district in Shuangqing. Wang Qian took Jiang Hua and Zhang Tong to stop at the door of a restaurant called Lao Dalong Hot Pot Restaurant.

"No, my family's Chuan Chuan restaurant." Jiang Hua pointed to this two-story hot pot restaurant and said, looking at at least sixty or seventy countertops. Zhang Tong looked up and saw that Jianghua was not lying, because the signboard said: Mainly engaged in hot pot, skewers, and Bobo chicken.

The time for the three of them to come was just around the time of dinner, and the hot pot restaurant had already started serving people. The lobby on the first floor is already 80% full of customers, and the business seems to be very good. Because Shuangqing's hot pot competition is extremely fierce. Every day, many new hot pot restaurants and Chuan Chuan stores open, and many old hot pot Chuan Chuan stores close down.

The decoration of the store is okay, but it can't be said to be the best. Compared with those high-end hot pot restaurants in Huaihai, it is definitely incomparable, such as the bungalow hot pot that has been popular in Huaihai in recent years. Those hot pot restaurants are opened in century-old houses, and what they eat is the atmosphere and decoration. As for the taste of those so-called original Wagyu beef rolls, it is a matter of opinion.

However, there is definitely no market for this type of hot pot restaurant in Shuangqing, where people only love the local spicy hot pot. Chaoshan Beef Light, Northwest Hot Pot, Capital Copper Pot Shabu Hot Pot and other light hot pots can’t survive here.

Also because Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot has conquered cities and territories all over the country in recent years, many people think that hot pot was invented by Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot. But in fact, if we want to talk about the rudiment of hot pot, it is natural to promote mutton in the capital's copper pot, which is the origin of all hot pot. It's just that the strong seasoning of Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot is mouth-watering. It's hard to forget the spicy taste of this hot pot after eating it. Whether it is love or hate, it is true to never forget.

Just like it is now, Zhang Tong smelled the hot pot smell in the shop, and he took two deep breaths unconsciously. Um, grass nuts, cardamom, samosas, bay leaf, etc. and sage? And Angelica? The composition of this hot pot base is really complicated, much more complicated than what Jiang Hua gave him. It seems to be a very complex taste. It would be silly if the spicy hot pot is too spicy.

Delicious spicy hot pot must have a sense of hierarchy. The flavor should also be from boiled to strong. It can't be particularly strong as soon as it comes up, otherwise it will be easy to get bored after two bites, so that customers will order fewer dishes and the store will not make money.

And Jianghua's hot pot restaurant obviously has its own unique formula, and it has two brushes to attract so many people. Now that there are more people, the seats in the lobby on the first floor are getting crowded.

However, because it is their own property, the box on the second floor has long been reserved, and it is still a big box.

People in Sichuan and Chongqing like to play mahjong, and some hotel boxes are equipped with mahjong machines to relieve guests' boredom. Even in some restaurants in some cities in Sichuan and Chongqing, they will directly use private rooms as mahjong rooms for people to rent to play mahjong during the hotel break in the afternoon. Many people rub sesame directly in the restaurant, and eat directly in the restaurant when they are hungry, which forms a very complete one-stop service.

Pushing open the door of the box on the second floor, I heard the sound of rubbing numbness. Zhang Tongzhi saw that besides a big round table, there were two mahjong tables in the room. I don't know if they moved here temporarily, or there are two mahjong tables in this room.

Eight middle-aged men were smoking and playing cards. Fortunately, the fresh air system in the room was well done, and the smell of smoke was removed a lot, otherwise the air in the room would not be smellable.

"Old Jiang." Wang Qian called out to Jiang Aijun, "Are you still playing mahjong? Have you arranged for dinner?"

"Oh, I forgot." Jiang Aijun stood up and patted his head: "I really forgot. This is Zhang Tong, Huahua's boyfriend, right? I am her father Jiang Aijun, please take care of me in the future."

"Ah?" Zhang Tong felt that what he said was a bit wrong, but he still shook hands with Jiang Aijun: "No, no, it's me..."

"Oh, I just forgot about playing cards. I have to arrange dinner for the evening. Xiao Zhang, help me play for me. There are chips under the table. If you win, it's yours, and if you lose, it's mine. Help me I'll lay it down." Jiang Aijun pushed Zhang Tong onto the card table without any explanation, and then said to Wang Qian, Jiang Hua's mother and daughter, "Let's go, let's go to the back kitchen to see what we are eating today. Huahua, what do you want to eat?" If you don’t like what the chef makes, then I’ll make it.”

While talking, Jiang Aijun took Jiang Hua and Wang Qian out of the room, leaving only Zhang Tong sitting in front of the card table in a daze. This is how the same thing? Is everyone in Jianghua's family so generous?

"Hey, hey, young man. Hurry up and rub the cards, we can't let the three of us wait for you."

"I don't know how to play Sichuan mahjong!"

"It's okay, uncle will teach you."

Zhang Tong: "Huh?"