After the meal, Lin Dongyang took a sip of tea and said, "Xuan'er, since the food you cook is so delicious, can you teach the chef of our restaurant?"
Lin Xuan said: "Dad, there is a shortage of oil now. There is not much animal oil after all. It is okay to eat at home, but it is too much to open a restaurant."
"That's it, then forget it." Lin Dongyang said with some disappointment.
He knew that as long as he promoted Lin Xuan's dish in his restaurant, it would become popular in Chang'an, but after hearing Lin Xuan's explanation, he had no choice but to give up.
Lin Xuan thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible. I want to try to see if there is a way to get vegetable oil. If I can, it will be no problem."
"Okay, just go ahead and do it. Dad is going to leave the restaurant to you," Lin Dongyang said.
Zhang Qing said with some distress after hearing this: "Husband, Xuan'er is just injured, and he is still young. Why do you want him to manage the restaurant?"
Lin Dongyang said: "It's not that young anymore. He will slowly take over the family affairs."
In ancient times, men could get married when they were 15 years old and women could get married when they were 13 years old, so in their view, boys were considered adults at 15 years old.
"Mom, don't talk about dad, I'm willing to manage the restaurant."
Lin Xuan had no objection to taking over the restaurant. He couldn't keep asking his parents for money. He really didn't have that habit.
If you manage a restaurant by yourself, although not all the money you make is yours, at least you have control over part of it.
When Zhang Qing heard Lin Xuan agreed, she didn't say anything else. She had also felt sorry for her son before, but it wasn't that she didn't care about right and wrong. After all, they only had one son, and the family's property would eventually be handed over to Lin Xuan.
"Xuan'er has really grown up. I will let the housekeeper and the manager of the restaurant explain it later. From now on, the restaurant will be managed by you. No matter whether it is a loss or a profit, dad will not interfere." Lin Dongyang said that Lin Xuan agreed to take over the restaurant.
, I am very pleased to know that Lin Xuan was most worried about business in the past.
"Dad, I need some blacksmiths and iron to make pots, and I also need someone who can help build a new stove." Since Lin Xuan decided to take over the restaurant, the pots and stoves must be settled as soon as possible.
Lin Dongyang nodded and said, "Tell dad what you want, and dad will arrange for someone to get it for you."
"Dad, I will go back and draw a drawing for you in a while. You can arrange for someone to do it. You can make a few more pots and set up a stove at home first. After I get the oil out, I can set up a stove for the restaurant." Lin Xuan said.
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"Okay, I'll listen to you." Lin Dongyang nodded.
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After the meal, Lin Xuan returned to the yard, drew what the iron pot and earthen stove looked like, and wrote down the requirements.
Fortunately, it was soul travel that integrated memories, otherwise Lin Xuan really wouldn't be able to write at this time.
After finishing writing and asking Chun Yue to deliver it to Lin Dongyang, Lin Xuan came to the kitchen.
Since cooking is to be promoted in restaurants, vegetable oil is indispensable. He didn't know how vegetable oil was refined, but later generations saw advertisements talking about natural pressed oil. Since it is called pressed oil, it may be pressed.
When he came to the kitchen and found Wang Dayou, Lin Xuan told him about pressing oil from soybeans and asked him to try more to see if he could get oil.
After Wang Dayou heard this, he said: "Sir, I know how to squeeze out oil, but I have never used soybeans, so I don't know if it will work."
"What! You said you could?" Lin Xuan said in surprise.
"Yes, the oil in the oil lamps lit by the common people is all squeezed out." Wang Dayou didn't know why Lin Xuan was so surprised by such a common thing.
"You can definitely squeeze out oil from soybeans. Get some for me as soon as possible. I can use it." Lin Xuan didn't expect that what he regarded as the biggest problem would be solved like this.
In fact, China has been squeezing vegetable oil for a long time, but it has never been used for food. Lin Xuan didn't know it. He always thought that the oil used in oil lamps was kerosene.
What Lin Xuan didn't know was that kerosene was invented in the West. After it was introduced to China, China began to use kerosene for electric lamps, and the lamp oil used before was vegetable oil.
"Yes!" Wang Dayou did not dare to neglect Lin Xuan's instructions and quickly agreed.
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It took three days to prepare the iron pot and earthen stove. Not only that, even the kitchen of the restaurant was renovated.
Lin Xuan used the three days when the restaurant was closed to renovate the kitchen and train all the restaurant's chefs.
In fact, cooking is not difficult, but it is more difficult to make it delicious. But they are cooks and have some basic skills. In addition, people in Datang have never eaten stir-fry. As long as the taste is passable, for people in Datang,
All are rare delicacies.
Lin Xuan plans to open tomorrow, and tomorrow is November 1st. Tomorrow is a good day for Lin Xuan, because if you sign in tomorrow, you will definitely get a rare reward.
Originally, Lin Xuan still had hope that the system said there was a small probability of receiving rare rewards.
The rewards for signing in during these three days are a pair of stockings, a lighter, and a piece of Chinese cigarettes.
He still thinks that cigarette lighters are pretty good, but what the hell are stockings? No one wears them in this era. Could it be that Chun Yue should wear them?
Lin Xuan shook his head, gave up the idea, and was going to put it aside for now.
No one knows Xin Hao, otherwise he would be humiliated if someone saw him hiding a pair of silk stockings.
Lin Xuan was completely disappointed and could only wait for the sign-in at the beginning of each month.
Lin Xuan took Lin Ping out of the Lin Mansion with a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the restaurant in Linjia West Market.
Because it will open tomorrow, he wanted to go there this time to check and make sure there were no problems during the opening.
Lin Ping looked at Lin Xuan holding a white stick in his mouth, still smoking, and said with some worry: "Sir, what is this? It won't hurt you, right?"
"This is smoke, it won't hurt, don't worry." Lin Xuan said nonchalantly.
When Lin Ping saw his young master saying this, he said nothing more.
Lin Xuan was a smoker in his previous life, but after his soul transmigration, he no longer had the habit of smoking, but since he did, it would be useless if he didn't smoke.
Lin Xuan knows that smoking is harmful to the human body, but for him smoking is a kind of enjoyment.
Life is short, what can you do if you don't enjoy it well? Everyone's pursuit is different. If you live a hard life and live to be a hundred years old, you can only live to be fifty if you live a good life. Lin Xuan would rather live to be fifty.
The Lin family's restaurant is named Keyunlou, which means guests come like clouds. Although Lin Xuan thinks the name is ordinary, as a novice, he doesn't need to change the name.
Ke Yun Restaurant is a relatively large restaurant in the West Market. It has three floors and can accommodate a lot of guests. In addition, the location is also good. It is considered one of the more important industries of the Lin family.
When Lin Xuan came to the restaurant, there were no customers in the restaurant because it was closed to renovate the kitchen.
"I've met the young master!" Zhao Min saw Lin Xuan coming in and saluted quickly.
Zhao Min is the shopkeeper of the restaurant and an old man of the Lin family. He has been with Lin Dongyang for more than ten years. Lin Xuan didn't ask for help. He smiled and said: "Uncle Zhao, you're welcome. I just came to take a look. I'll go there tomorrow."
It’s open for business, are you ready?”
"Sir, everything is ready. There will be no problem opening tomorrow." Zhao Min said.