When the uncle and nephew talked, Zhou Yan had already washed the mushrooms and changed the water to start washing the leeks.

"I'll help you!"

"No need!" Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand, and asked Zhou Zhenghe to take a look. All five fingers were covered with serrated iron finger condoms.

"You are here prepared!"

Zhou Yan smiled but said nothing.

Zhou Zhenghe was even more surprised. Zhou Yan's movements of removing yellow and rotten leek leaves were extremely fluent. Sometimes, Zhou Zhenghe could only see his fingers moving.

Seeing that his nephew had washed all the vegetables in less than half an hour, Zhou Zhenghe was already numb: Such proficiency can only be said to be talented. If he really practiced privately, even if his nephew spent the next four years of college, he would not be able to do this.

After that, Zhou Yan's attitude of cutting vegetables confirmed Zhou Zhenghe's guess: his nephew has been hiding his weaknesses.

As for mixing stuffing, although Zhou Zhenghe often claims to be a housewife who cooks, he still feels inferior to his nephew's technique when he sees his nephew's technique.

After mixing the filling, Zhou Yan and his uncle moved the filling of buns into the kitchen.

Originally, Zhou Zhenghe thought that the basin used by Zhou Yan to mix the filling was already big enough, but when he saw the giant plastic basin used for noodles, he was still shocked: Is this TM for people to use? It’s not for the tigers to bathe in the zoo?

Just when Zhou Zhenghe was worried about how his nephew kneaded the dough, Zhou Yan had already dug out a large piece of dough from the basin and placed it on the chopping board, and then kneaded it with some very pleasing technique.

Tai Chi, and it is also a boxing technique passed down by the ancestor of the young leader Liu Maoxing, used to knead dough, can make the bun skin more powerful, and can also make the bun skin that uses old noodles and edible alkali taste more layered.

After kneading, cut the dough into pieces, roll the dough and wrap it.

Seeing that his nephew could make a bun in less than two seconds, Zhou Zhenghe immediately extinguished the idea of ​​going forward to help him: It's not enough to be embarrassing!

In less than half an hour, the buns that Zhou Yan had wrapped had filled ten steamers.

Zhou Yan dragged the electric steamer out of the kitchen, put it at the door of the store, set the fire, and then went to the kitchen to make porridge and cook soy milk.

Compared to making buns, the technical content of making porridge and soy milk is very low: making porridge only requires putting the ingredients in boiling water and cooking soy milk, and soy milk is similar. Zhou Yan bought the soy milk powder for cooking soy milk. Pour it into boiling water and stir it for a few times, so it is soy milk.

After the fire was opened, Zhou Yan set the time with the alarm clock, and then went back to continue making buns. Zhou Zhenghe could only look at him with a depressed look on his face...

However, just as Zhou Zhenghe was stunningly watching his nephew "made" the buns accurately and quickly like a machine, someone outside the store shouted: "Boss, aren't the buns yet?"

"I have to wait a few minutes. If there is no hurry, you can come in and wait! It's raining outside!"

Zhou Zhenghe poked his head out of the kitchen and saw five or six middle-aged men wearing only vests and shorts and slids, squatting at the door honestly.

"Several people, why don't you come in? There is still a place in the store."

"Line up," the customer at the front smiled politely at Zhou Zhenghe, "As soon as the buns are out of the pot, they will disappear! Alas, you are..."

"I am his uncle!"

"It looks like it," the customer looked at Zhou Zhenghe with a smile, thought for a while, and added, "Can you ask the boss and ask him to do more every day?"

Zhou Zhenghe was dumbfounded: This speed is already fast enough, so how can I do more? I am so tired that my eldest nephew can't do it!

However, Zhou Zhenghe also knew that there was still a way: to recruit another person.

"Zhou Yan, why don't I ask your aunt to come and help you?"

Zhou Yan didn't even raise his head: "You are going to throw my brother away?"

"Can……"

Zhou Yan stood up and looked outside the door: "In a few days, I will recruit two more people when the passenger flow stabilizes!"

The customers outside the door were relieved when they heard Zhou Yan's statement: In a few days, there will be no need to get up early to grab the buns...

More than ten minutes passed, and a tempting fragrance came from the steaming steamer. Before Zhou Yan could do it, the customers outside the door were already anxious: "Boss, the buns are ripe!"

Zhou Yan was pinching the buns, rolled his eyes helplessly, stood up, washed his hands, put on an apron, took the chef's bang, and then took a bamboo clip from the drawer beside him before walking out of the kitchen.

“Line in line!”

"Give me ten, two beans, two vegetarian and three fresh, four mushroom meat, two carotene..."

"Oh, boss, why don't you sell beef here?"

Zhou Yan, who actually packed the buns into the plastic bag, was stunned for a glance: "I believe in Taoism, and, if you dare to buy the 400 beef buns, I won't dare to sell them!"

"There is one more thing, the price of buns will increase in a few days!"

"Ah..." The customers behind were all stunned, "No, I finally had affordable buns..."

Zhou Yan was afraid of arousing public anger, so he quickly explained: "It is not convenient to settle the accounts for four cents, only one cent increase, porridge and soy milk are free!"

A group of customers then breathed a sigh of relief.

After the first group of customers left, several waves came to the store one after another.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter and it was almost seven o'clock, Zhou Yan dragged out the second electric steamer from the kitchen and put the ten-cage buns in the pot.

At about seven o'clock, a long queue was lined up outside the store. When Zhou Zhenghe saw this situation, he automatically upgraded from watching the fun to an elementary school apprentice.

However, after getting started, Zhou Zhenghe regretted it a little.

The customer opposite kept urging him, which made him in a hurry. While collecting money for change, he also had to pack buns, porridge, and soy milk for the customer. What's the only one hand to do!

Fortunately, Zhou Yan quickly finished picking up the buns and came out to help.

The two of them were busy for more than half an hour before they fell down.

"Uncle, are you hungry?"

After working hard, Zhou Zhenghe was in a hurry and panic, he didn't know whether he should be hungry or not anymore!

When Zhou Yan saw his uncle's posture, he smiled and shook his head: "I'll cook wontons for you!"

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"I'll just eat buns!"

Zhou Yan glanced at the few remaining buns at the door and smiled bitterly: "The rest of them are all reserved by someone!"

After saying that, Zhou Yan pulled his uncle to the seat without saying a word, took a bag of frozen wontons from the freezer, and went into the kitchen...

"Boss, have you left the buns you agreed to yesterday?"

Hearing a shout from outside the door, Zhou Zhenghe looked at the kitchen: "Zhou Yan..."

"Come here now!"

Zhou Yan trotted out of the kitchen, went straight to the door, picked up a plastic bag, opened the lid of the cage and put it in the bag.

After filling one, Zhou Yan took another bag and repeated it until a basket of fifty buns were all in the plastic bag.

"Boss, thank you!"

The "big customer" had just walked far away, and another person ran over not far away. He asked in a angrily manner: "Brother, are there any buns?"

"Return four cages!"

"Give me two cages!"

"Give me a cage, too..."

Then, the buns were sold so that only one cage had been reserved in advance.

After that, those who didn’t buy it were either complaining indignantly that Zhou Yan had too few buns, or they took a different approach and booked a day in advance...

The buns were gone, and the uncle and nephew were able to enjoy the lean wontons with peace of mind.

"Boss, do you sell wontons here?"

Zhou Yan was about to refuse, but looked up but found that the fat man at the door staring at the wontons in his bowl.

"This is prepared for us. If you want to eat it, I will treat you!"

"Thanks!"

The fat man was not polite, and walked to the uncle and nephew in a swagger, sat down, and then watched them, killing a small pot of wontons without even the soup. After eating, the fat man burped...

"By the way, boss, are you looking for someone here? Don't have a salary, just eat!"

"No!"
Chapter completed!