Cheng Hanyan looked at the woman's back, shook his head and laughed.
He took the initiative to approach her, put his arms around her waist and buried his head in the back of her neck.
Feeling Song Yutong's stiffness, he slowly said, "Sleep peacefully!"
After Song Yutong listened to Cheng Hanyan's words, she really didn't feel any other movements from him, so she gradually relaxed.
Drowsiness came over her and she fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already broad daylight. She suddenly woke up, fearing that she would oversleep and miss the opportunity to help cook in the restaurant.
He immediately stood up from the bed and found that Cheng Hanyan was no longer in the room.
She dressed up and hurried out, and saw my man busy outside.
"Are you up? Then wash up and take the ox cart. I have already made an agreement with Uncle Hu. Once you get on the ox cart, he will take you there."
Cheng Hanyan has arranged everything for him.
Song Yutong didn't expect that Cheng Hanyan, a man, would be so careful.
"good."
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Song Yutong arrived in town, and the restaurant had just opened at this moment.
Just as she was about to step in, she and the waiter came out carrying a wooden sign with red paper on it and writing on it.
Song Yutong looked at it curiously, and the waiter scratched his head and explained to her.
"This is all the idea of Mr. Hewen, the shopkeeper, to attract some popularity to our restaurant."
Song Yutong suddenly discovered that the manager of the restaurant, Mr. Wen, was really a genius. He actually used her job as a cook to build publicity for the restaurant.
Written in ink on the red paper, the restaurant will have two apprentices from the palace chefs competing here today. They can make Kung Pao Chicken, a famous palace dish. This is a one-time opportunity. Only one plate per table can be ordered, which is authentic and tasted by the emperor.
Kung Pao Chicken, a famous royal dish.
If you miss this opportunity, you may not be able to eat the same dishes as the emperor next time.
Song Yutong looked at it and that was what he meant.
She never expected that the shopkeeper, Mr. He Wen, was smart enough and now understood what star power was and what marketing strategy was.
These two people really humbled themselves by opening this restaurant in such a small town.
It is said that the wisdom of the ancients is infinite, she will believe it now.
Song Yutong nodded and didn't say anything else. Instead, he went to the kitchen to see if there was anything Chef Fang needed help with.
If the momentum is well built, there will definitely be a lot of guests who will order Kung Pao Chicken today, and it is estimated that a lot of preparation work will be required.
Chef Zhang was sharpening a knife in the back kitchen when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw that it was Song Yutong who glanced at her and said.
"You came quite early. If nothing happens, please take care of these dishes first."
It was a pot of unprocessed vegetables, neatly arranged in baskets, and it looked like they hadn't been cleaned yet.
Song Yutong just thought that she was here to help in the kitchen, and she had already mastered the skills of washing and preparing vegetables. She neatly asked Chef Fang for a basin and bucket, and then fetched water and washed vegetables from the well not far from the back kitchen.
The speed of her hands is not slow, and she looks like someone who often does this job.
Half an hour later, Song Yutong washed half of the vegetables in all the radish baskets but did not finish them.
Firstly, I was afraid that I would have to wash too much and not be able to finish cooking, and the water-soaked dishes would not stand up to being put away. Secondly, it was too close to the time for dinner.
She also needs to cut all the vegetables and put them aside so that the food can be served quickly enough.
Chef Fang gradually began to change his view of her when he saw that she was quick at work, not as delicate as other women, and that it hurt to do a little work.
Even the daily preparations he had to do were almost done for him, and Chef Fang was suddenly extremely satisfied with Song Yutong as his assistant cook.
Two hours passed, and when the restaurant officially opened, a circle of people had already gathered around the wooden sign with red paper outside the door.
At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened and everyone rushed in.
“Can you really eat the dishes that the emperor had on his table here?”
"Then Kung Pao Chicken is indeed a famous palace dish. Are you making this authentically?"
"How much does a plate of Kung Pao Chicken cost? Can ordinary people like us afford it?"
At this moment, many people have come up to ask, just so that they can have a bite of the food that the emperor has eaten. It would be more honorable to tell people about it.
But there are also many people who hold a wait-and-see attitude. One meal at a restaurant here can be worth a month's expenses for some people.
The shopkeeper, Mr. Hewen, has already gone out to the door of the restaurant to explain to all the guests.
"Because they are two royal chef apprentices, they are competing to compare their cooking skills. The dish they are competing against is this famous palace dish. Therefore, today's dish will be 20 cents more expensive than ordinary meat dishes, but it will not be eaten by everyone.
I'm sorry."
"This opportunity only comes once. The two chefs also want to invite all the folks to taste it and judge the winner. But these ingredients also cost money, and the chefs can't give it to so many people from their own pockets.
, we only charged the ingredients fee and processing fee without charging the folks a penny more."
"As for whether it is an authentic palace dish, everyone will know it after tasting it. After all, I said it is an authentic palace dish. You have never tasted it and you don't agree with what I said, right?"
The shopkeeper's words aroused the emotions of the villagers and had a firm grip on their psychology.
After hearing this, a group of people wanted to get into the restaurant immediately and start ordering.
As for Chef Fang and Song Yutong, the shopkeeper asked them to each make a large portion of Kung Pao Chicken.
Divide each large portion of Kung Pao Chicken into four portions, for a total of eight small plates.
As long as there is a table that orders Kung Pao Chicken, two small plates will be served, one made by Chef Fang and one made by Song Yutong.
Serve it to the table and let all the guests vote to decide the winner.
Due to the ingenuity of the plating, the two small plates of Kung Pao Chicken are obviously smaller than the actual one plate, but they seem to be much larger than the one plate.
The guests who called outside praised the conscience of the restaurant and the shop. It only costs 20 cents more than ordinary meat dishes, but the quantity of dishes is much larger.
Chef Fang and Song Yutong in the back kitchen were both busy.
The guests who ordered not only ordered Kung Pao Chicken, but also ordered some other dishes, which were completed by Chef Fang and Song Yutong respectively.
At this moment, Song Yutong was busy non-stop, and the beeps of the Manchu Banquet system kept ringing in her head, and the happiness points of 50, 100, 300, and 200 were all rising in her head.
It was so noisy that she couldn't concentrate at all, so she directly blocked the system's sound.
However, with the system's beeps, she knew very well that there were many people who liked the dishes she cooked. She felt more confident and stir-fry with more energy.
There was an endless stream of people coming to the restaurant that day, and Song Yutong didn't take a moment to rest since he came to the kitchen...