On the second floor of Wu Ji Ramen Restaurant, Wu Mao stood in front of the window, his mouth wide open and motionless. The size was big enough to stuff a goose egg into. It must be an illusion.
Boss Wu put down the purple sand teapot and stood up with a gloomy expression. It seemed that he had underestimated the boy named Li and that he was coming with bad intentions.
"Don't be in a daze, look at your potential, go buy some steamed buns right away. I want to see what they are." Boss Wu gave his nephew a task.
Wu Mao finally woke up and looked at his uncle who looked unhappy. He didn't dare to say anything and hurriedly walked downstairs.
Half an hour, forty minutes, fifty minutes passed, and Wu Mao still hadn't come back. This guy, it takes so much effort to do something. Boss Wu paced back and forth in the room impatiently.
It wasn't until the quartz clock on the wall pointed to eleven in the morning that Wu Mao, sweating profusely, finally came back, holding a plastic bag in his hand.
"Crazy, fucking crazy." Wu Mao threw the bag on the coffee table, fell into the sofa, and breathed heavily.
"Why did it take so long?" Boss Wu asked dissatisfied.
"I also said that the stock of the steamed bun shop was sold out, and a bunch of people were making and steaming them now. It was extremely slow, and more and more customers were gathering. I was impatient and wanted to jump in the queue, but I almost got beaten out.
Finally, we found the boy surnamed Li and took care of a bag for the sake of our neighbors." Wu Mao pointed to the bag of hard-earned buns with his finger.
"What's even more annoying is that some of our regular customers came to have lunch and saw the steamed stuffed bun shop open, and they were attracted to it. These people are just cheap. The harder it is to buy something, the more willing they are to follow suit. They can get addicted to waiting in line.
Come."
Boss Wu didn't speak anymore. He opened the plastic bag, reached out and took out a plump and fluffy bun, gently tore a piece open and put it into his mouth.
His face suddenly changed several times in succession. He closed his eyes and smacked something. After a long while, he slowly said:
"No wonder..."
"Is it that delicious? Let me try it." Wu Mao also grabbed a bun and took a bite.
"MD, we are in big trouble now." Wu Mao shouted.
"Stop yelling and call Lao Chen over to me after lunch." Boss Wu had to treat this matter carefully.
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At 12:30 noon, Youran Farm Bun Shop finally put up a closing sign. There was no way, all the inventory and materials were gone.
Everything was wiped out in one go, and even the water in the two large water tanks in the kitchen bottomed out. In order to express his gratitude to the customers, Li Youran led all the staff to the door of the store, stood in a row, and bowed like everyone.
This made the customers who didn't buy the buns feel relieved, and everyone clapped together.
The opening ceremony of the bun shop came to a successful conclusion.
After closing the shop door, the bosses of the bun shop finally relaxed and lay half-lying on chairs one by one. They were really exhausted today at the bar. After a long while, Li Youran stood up, clapped his hands and said:
"Everyone has worked hard. Let's stop here today and go back and rest early."
"Huh, huh, huh, huh..." A huge and rhythmic snore came from the dining chair next to the wall.
Sun Xiaoying smiled, and she knew who it was without saying anything. Gu Weiwei's face was a little confused, and she stretched out her hand to pinch the fat man awake.
Li Youran stopped Gu Weiwei's movements and said:
"A fat man is a blessed person. He can fall asleep when he falls down. Chinese medicine says that people have three treasures: eating well, sleeping well, and having smooth bowel movements. This is the symbol of longevity. Fat people have them all. I am envious.
Others."
Everyone in the room laughed.
After taking stock, today's good start was almost shocking. In most of the day, more than 3,000 steamed buns were sold, with a gross profit of nearly 4,000 yuan. This was at a preferential price. It seems that the combat capabilities of the regular army and the guerrillas are really different.
As for the words, Li Youran was filled with emotions.
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In the sun room on the second floor of Wuji Ramen Restaurant, a middle-aged man with a red face and balding hair wearing white chef overalls,
He was sitting on the sofa, half-squinting his eyes, tasting steamed buns torn into thin strips. Boss Wu and Wu Mao both stared at the change in his expression.
"Tsk, tsk, good, it's really delicious." The red-faced middle-aged man stopped tasting and praised repeatedly.
"Old Chen, everyone knows how delicious it is, but what matters is what you tasted?" Wu Mao asked impatiently.
"Well," Master Chen thought for a moment and then said:
"The stuffing of steamed buns is made of pork filling, cabbage, minced green onions, minced ginger, sesame oil, salt, and five-spice powder. The other ingredients are ordinary. The key to deliciousness comes from the cabbage."
"Chinese cabbage? Just a few cents per pound?" Wu Mao couldn't believe it.
Master Chen shook his head, looked at Boss Wu, and then continued:
"I have been working as a chef for more than 30 years. What kind of special vegetables have I not eaten? But I have never encountered this kind of cabbage. It is fragrant and crisp, pure and transparent. It is a light-tasting thing, but it is meaty.
The flavor of the stuffing and all the other condiments can't overpower it, but surrender to it and be driven by it, so that the various flavors are perfectly integrated."
"Lao Chen, I have eaten a lot of organic cabbage from farmers, but it is nothing like this. Could it be some new genetically modified product, or special auxin soilless cultivation?" Boss Wu asked with a frown.
"Impossible, but all artificially modified and synthesized ingredients have an unnatural flavor, which is inevitable. But this cabbage is different. The taste is completely natural, without any turbidity."
"Hey, Old Chen, the more you talk, the more mysterious you become. I think you can become a fortune teller." Wu Mao sneered.
"Bastard! Shut up. Humph, your knowledge is far inferior to Master Chen." Boss Wu yelled at Wu Mao. Master Chen is not his associate, but his old friend, Boss Yaoyuelou.
The chef under his command has a special third-level chef certificate. This time he was temporarily invited to guide his subordinates. But for some reason, Wu Mao just didn't like him and always wanted to find fault with him.
"Master Chen, don't be as knowledgeable as a young man. Go on."
Master Chen nodded without any expression on his face.
"So, this kind of cabbage is grown in a purely natural environment. I can't think of anything else. In addition, the dough of this bun seems to be unusual."
"Oh, is this flour unusual?" Boss Wu picked up a bun and smelled it, and said.
"The flour seems to be very ordinary, just the high-gluten flour that can be seen everywhere in the market. But the water used to mix the noodles seems to be extraordinary, bringing out the sweet flavor of the noodles so thoroughly."
Wu Mao wanted to say something again, but faced with his uncle's expression, he had no choice but to remain silent.
"Lao Chen, thank you very much. You go back and inform the kitchen to prepare the other 9 ingredients that were saved from the original soup. You must choose first-class products. In addition, the hot dishes department in the store depends on your guidance.
Already."
Master Chen agreed, stood up and left.
Wu Mao curled his lips at Master Chen's back.
"Wu Mao, go and investigate the material purchasing channels of the Baozi Shop. This is very important to us." Boss Wu ordered without any doubt.