Chapter 290 Have you ever eaten hot pot?
"You're talking about the copper pot hot pot, right?" Shang Zhen had eaten it before. It was the kind with a chimney in the middle where you could cook vegetables.
"Yes." Ye Xiaomei had thought it through. She had to innovate. Otherwise, with limited funds, insufficient staff, and unclear skills, it would be difficult to separate the flow of people from the Sanfu Hotel:
"You definitely can't use the charcoal hot pot we used before, it's so smoky. Anyway, don't go anywhere this weekend, and work with me to research hot pot base."
She also planned to use an electric stove, but the most popular electric stove at that time was of only one kind, which had a heating spring inside. Not only did it consume a lot of electricity, it was also prone to accidents such as fire and short circuit.
But hotpot is good because the base of the pot is divided, and when serving the hotpot dishes, the waiters don’t need to use so many people, which is a benefit that reduces costs.
Moreover, you can buy the freshest vegetables and meat of the day by rushing to the market in the morning. It is not far from the Sixi Hotel, just across a traffic light.
After saying all this, Shang Zhen was in low spirits: "Will this work? What if you lose the hotel that Mrs. Xue gave you? In my opinion, this is a business with no capital investment."
Ye Xiaomei was curious.
Shang Zhen’s idea was to demolish the building and turn it into a mahjong room. The investment would only require a few sets of mahjong, and the hotel already had tables, chairs and benches. Ye Xiaomei glared at her at the time.
During the weekend, Ye Xiaomei was afraid that the hot pot base would have a strong smell, and she didn't want to worry her mother before the matter was settled.
So it started in the kitchen of the Four Happiness Hotel.
There were only two waiters left in the store; the chef and his apprentice side dish waiter had all run away.
It is said that there were no customers all day long, and the leftovers in the kitchen could not be used the next day, so a sour and smelly smell filled the air.
Ye Xiaomei could only ask two waiters to help clean up.
They are two sisters who came to the city from the countryside to work. Because they have no education, they can only work as waitresses.
They were also very lazy at work. Ye Xiaomei was not used to making big promises to her employees. She could only say "give it a try". If it was good, their salary could be adjusted. This aroused the working nature of the two sisters.
Ye Xiaomei and Shang Zhen studied the ingredients face to face, prepared four kinds of hot pot bases, and bought some side dishes to try.
The moment the base is cooked, the aroma fills the entire restaurant.
Shang Zhen's eyes widened: "Xiao Mei, how come you can do everything? This smells so good."
"Of course." After all, Ye Xiaomei still has many memories of the 21st century. However, many devices in today's society cannot keep up. She has to find a manufacturer to make some special hot pot utensils for her.
Ye Xiaomei suddenly had an idea: "Shang Zhen, come on, help me carry these two things and let's go to the other side."
Sure enough, Li Yao was there, and he was naturally very polite when he saw Ye Xiaomei.
"Miss Ye, what is that red and white thing on your end?"
Ye Xiaomei ignored him. It was not even noon yet and there were no customers in the store. Ye Xiaomei placed a pot of soup base on the table:
"This is called hot pot. I'm here just to ask you for a favor." Ye Xiaomei rolled her eyes. There is a Sichuan chef in the kitchen of Tang Buci restaurant. Why not lend it to him for free?
"What help do you need? Just tell me. You're welcome." Li Yao happily put his nose close to it to smell it, and then sneezed because of the sting.
"It's not a big deal. Call your Sichuan chef over to try the ingredients I made." Ye Xiaomei said frankly. The more she hid something, the easier it would be for people to see that she had ulterior motives.
As expected, Li Yao didn't even think twice and quickly called the Sichuan chef to the front hall.
So, Ye Xiaomei, Shang Zhen, Li Yao and the Sichuan cuisine chef, the four of them sat around the small table, looking at each other face to face.
"How is it?" Ye Xiaomei watched the Sichuan chef dip his chopsticks into the soup.
The Sichuan chef frowned and said, "The tomato beef brisket tastes good, but the spicy hot pot base is a little too spicy, covering up the spicy taste. I should add half a dollar more Sichuan peppercorns."
Ye Xiaomei quickly wrote down in her notebook: "What about this asparagus and pork ribs soup?"
"This needs to be checked by a chef who specializes in Anhui cuisine. The taste is not Sichuan style."
As soon as the Sichuan chef said this, Li Yao quickly called people over.
Before long, all the tiny flaws in the base material were noted down by Ye Xiaomei.
It was then that Li Yao realized something was wrong: "Miss Ye, what are you doing? Why are you taking notes?"
Shang Zhen subconsciously covered his nose and cleared his throat. Our Ye Xiaomei is still smart, but I can't say this directly.
"Nothing, I'm just researching the flavor. I want to eat hot pot."
Ye Xiaomei would not tell the truth. She still had a lot of preparation work to do. If everything went well, Ye Xiaomei would be able to open the store in half a month.
We will set off 2,000 firecrackers and give the first ten tables free seats. We will also snatch some customers from the Sanfu Hotel.
“Then there’s no need to research so many flavors.” Li Yao scratched his head.
"I just want to know which one tastes the best." When Ye Xiaomei said this, she had already asked Shang Zhen to take away the bowl of base sauce.
Li Yao stretched his neck to take a look. It didn't matter that he took a look. Their Miss Ye was carrying the basin and went into the Sixi Hotel opposite which was about to close down.
What...is going on?
As soon as Ye Xiaomei entered, she asked Shang Zhen to close the door of the Sixi Hotel.
She quickly studied the formula, and when the small copper scale showed one high and one low, Ye Xiaomei re-mixed the formula.
It was not until around five o'clock in the afternoon that Ye Xiaomei cooked four pots of different soup bases.
The two sisters, Ye Xiaomei and Shang Zhen, the four of them closed the door and looked at the table of hotpot dishes:
"Lai Di, Zhao Di, pick up your chopsticks and try it. Let's eat together."
Lai Di and Zhao Di looked at the four pots of soup and couldn't help wondering:
"Boss, this...can this really allow our restaurant to reopen?"
Lai Di added: "The food across the street is so rich, they have fish, meat and everything. Can we survive with just this soup?"
Ye Xiaomei was full of confidence: "Try it first, take a look at this beef tripe."
Ye Xiaomei had just put a piece of tripe in with her chopsticks when Shang Zhen had already started eating the food. She took the time to give him a thumbs up: "Delicious, delicious, not bad. Oh, this is so satisfying."
Shang Zhen was eating spicy hot pot, and he ate it as if he hadn't eaten for several days.
Lai Di and Zhao Di looked at each other suspiciously. Is it really that delicious?
He subconsciously picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, and immediately laughed: "Oh my god, boss, the food soaked in this soup is so delicious?"
"Shabu-shabu is called shabu-shabu, not soaking." Ye Xiaomei corrected with a smile, and picked up a piece of spinach with chopsticks:
“Try the vegetarian dishes, they are delicious.”
When you eat it, you will find that the vegetarian dish is imbued with distinct layers of rich soup flavor. It melts in your mouth and is hot and spicy, which is very satisfying.
"Try this beef brisket with tomatoes." Ye Xiaomei called out and gave a piece of meat to Zhaodi and Laidi.
"Just eat it, just have dinner early."
Ye Xiaomei's mouth was not idle either. The taste was better than what she prepared herself, thanks to the senior teachers across from her.
I don’t know if Tang Bushi will be furious when he finds out that Sixi Restaurant is trying to compete with him for business and that the ingredients were prepared by someone he hired with his own money.
No matter what: "Eat, eat, eat. Come on, have a piece of duck tongue and try it. It tastes different from beef tripe."
Four people were eating enthusiastically around several smoking hot pots.
It was the season after the beginning of autumn in September, and I actually sweated a lot while eating, but it was really a satisfying meal.
An hour later, the four of them were lying on the chairs with their arms and legs spread out.
Lai Di rubbed his belly and said, "Boss, I can't do it anymore. I'm so full. I guess I won't have to eat tomorrow."
Shang Zhen burped, and the taste of hot and sour beef brisket overflowed from the corner of his mouth:
"I'm also annoyed, but I have to say, this..." Shang Zhen raised his thumb.
"Then let's just do it and try to open the store in ten days." The other party was caught off guard.
Ye Xiaomei stood up, and a burp filled her stomach with a spicy smell that went straight up her nose, choking her to the point of tears.
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