There was no more snow in late October and it was sunny most of the time.
There were a lot more people on the street, and business in the main street and tile market was also improving. Merchants and ordinary people were out and about, and those who had money would inevitably have a bite to eat.
The restaurants on the street started working early in the morning. As it was almost noon, customers started to come in and the kitchen was busy preparing the food.
Being busy is better than being idle and having to look at the boss's face. The apprentices coming in and out all had smiles on their faces. Only the head chef Sun Laohuo's face was colder than the snow that had not melted yet outside. No one who was busy in the kitchen dared to approach him.
After a while of busy work, another chef, Master Chang, came over with a smile.
"I heard that Master Sun had a huge argument with his sister-in-law right after he got back yesterday. What's the point? Don't put too much salt in the dishes later and choke the guests.
I was just craving that braised food, so I spent money to buy some from my sister-in-law. Who knew that my tongue was so sensitive that I could taste the seasoning of the braised food? I can't blame my sister-in-law, right?
Sun Laohuo looked coldly at Chang Ze's smug face, wishing he could smash the kitchen knife on his face.
He had a bad temper all his life, and with a dark face he cursed, "You wanted to buy some braised food, but you didn't tell me or San Zhuang? If you want to be my mistress, don't even bother trying to be a saint in front of me. I just don't know if your master would be able to close his coffin if he knew you stole the recipe."
"You!" Chang Ze was so embarrassed by the scolding that he also frowned and sneered.
"You're so obsessed with your good son-in-law, but he's guarding me like a thief. I tasted it myself, so how could I have stolen the recipe? Master Sun, why don't you reflect on why your sister-in-law would sell braised food without telling you? I'm afraid you can't even afford the household expenses."
Master Sun held the kitchen knife tightly, afraid that he would throw it in the other person's face. "Stop using those useless things. The braised food belongs to the Zhang family. If that idiot from our family hadn't been stupid enough to ask for the braising liquid, your golden tongue would be useless, let alone a dog's tongue."
He must give an explanation to the Zhang family.
From ancient times to the present, craftsmen who want to learn their skills need to formally apprentice, and if they want other people's recipes, they can just buy them openly. There is no serious craftsman who will not steal recipes.
If I really want to learn it myself, it would be a gift from God, but there is no one like it in a million miles. It is obvious that God will not favor such a filthy person.
Chang Ze understood what Sun Laohuo was saying, saying that a dog can't spit out ivory.
He had long disliked Sun Laohuo. It was obvious that he and his apprentice did the most work in the restaurant, but Sun Laohuo was the master chef and took the profits from the restaurant.
Does Sun Laohuo know when to advance and when to retreat and how to adapt?
Although the braised food he made was not as delicious as Zhang's, he had been a chef for more than ten years, and all he did in the kitchen was steaming, stir-frying and frying.
In the past, he could always process the rotten meat in the summer restaurant so that people couldn't taste it, and the braised meat was no exception.
Offal smells? Since you need salt, vinegar, ginger, and garlic to remove the odor, why not just fry the braised offal in lard and then stir-fry it with ginger, garlic, and vinegar?
As for the pig's head, stir-frying it directly with dogwood oil, wouldn't that be a sign of good fortune? He then added the word "prosperous and prosperous" to it, making it even more auspicious than the original.
Thinking of this, Chang Ze felt proud again, looking at Sun Laohuo with a forced smile.
"This cooking skill requires sharing what you have. I'm not as stingy and conservative as Master Sun. I gave the braising sauce recipe to the restaurant as soon as I learned it. I didn't make money from it, did I?"
As for the half profit that the boss promised to give him, there was no need to let Sun Laohuo know about it.
Sun Laohuo chopped the knife on the round stool and wanted to curse a few more times, but the restaurant owner with a big belly who looked like Maitreya Buddha came in to smooth things over.
"Oh, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth, please calm down, Masters, the guests have made a fool of themselves."
Sun Laohuo gave Chang Ze a cold look and said, "I don't care about sneaky things."
Boss Yu: “…”
This remark even included the scolding of Boss Yu, who had given Chang Ze money to support him in stealing the recipe. He smiled and said a few more words to separate the two men.
Turning around and leaving the kitchen, Boss Yu snorted coldly and frowned.
This is the restaurant opened by Yu Maocai. Sun Laohuo's several signature dishes are well-known far and wide. When people come in, they ask for Sun's dishes and have no idea that the restaurant is named Yu.
When he hired this person with 20% profit, he also had the intention of stealing the secret.
Who knew that Mr. Sun kept the recipe secret more closely than a virgin, and Boss Yu was already unhappy.
Chang Ze's cooking skills are not as good as Sun Laohuo's. The restaurant has no other signature products, so it needs Sun Laohuo's skills. Boss Yu can only hold his anger and bear it.
There is no reason why Sun Laohuo has to endure the stubbornness of his son-in-law's family.
Doesn’t the Zhang family sell the braised pork recipe?
He bought the finished products directly from Chang Ze, and then invited the Western Region merchants who sold spices to have a meal in the restaurant and gave them some good wine. The merchants did not keep the secret. It didn't matter who you did business with.
Isn't this how business works? If the Zhang family can't keep the recipe, it means they are incompetent. Boss Yu feels that he is teaching the Zhang family a lesson out of kindness.
After a while, when braised food became the signature dish of restaurants on the street, he told Sun Laohuo to get out.
Boss Yu was feeling very proud when he suddenly smelled a scent that was spicier and more fragrant than dogwood oil.
The spicy aroma is mixed with garlic and a strange fragrance that makes you want to sneeze, but when you rub your nose, you can only feel the waves of aroma making your mouth water, and you can't help but stretch your neck to look left and right to find it.
"What smells so good? Is Chef Sun making a new dish?"
"Waiter, hurry up, I want to order Master Sun's new dish."
"It's not the smell of stir-fried pig intestines. That dish doesn't have this fragrance."
"What? There are no other new dishes. I can smell them. They are right in the restaurant!"
The waiters were called back and forth by customers and had no intention of ordering other dishes. They were all clamoring for new dishes.
The waiter was sweating profusely, and just then he saw the boss and ran over. "A customer brought some food in, and the smell is so tempting that the customer wants to buy it. Boss, what should we do?"
Boss Yu also had a strong desire to talk, so he swallowed and suppressed his saliva, "Isn't this ruining the place? I'll go down and take a look."
You still have to be friendly and make money. He asked the people to leave and then asked clearly where the food came from. Then he would find a way to bring it to his own restaurant.
As soon as he went downstairs, Zhang Sanzhuang's loud voice shouted from the doorway, and the whole hall could hear it.
"This way, my friend. The hand-pulled lamb and roasted three fresh vegetables at the restaurant on the street are the best in Xining Town. The fish in milk soup and roasted whole lamb are even worthy of being called the best in Xiping County. The owner also grows a lot of green vegetables in the house. They are so tender, even more precious than young ladies. Please come in."
Boss Yu felt a sharp pain in his teeth after hearing this. Zhang Sanzhuang had been in the restaurant for more than four years. How could he not know how much evil this kid was up to?
After being driven away, he still repaid evil with kindness and lured customers to his door. What's wrong? Did the heavy snow freeze his brain?
After ushering the guest in, Zhang Sanzhuang didn't see Boss Yu. He was only talking to the waiter, "I'll help you wipe the table. Pour tea for the guest first."
Zhang Sanzhuang wiped the table clean quickly, took out a bowl of spicy skewers from the lunch box, poured vinegar on it and sprinkled sesame seeds on it.
The guest gave him ten copper coins as a token of his gratitude.
Zhang Sanzhuang quickly thanked him for the reward, "Don't be polite, dear guest. My father-in-law is the head chef in the restaurant. Even though the owner looks down on me, I owe you my gratitude and filial piety for taking me in. Please enjoy your meal while I get back to work."
After saying that, Zhang Sanzhuang packed up the lunch box and turned around to see Boss Yu.
He smiled even brighter. "Oh, the boss is here! Don't worry, since you've learned how to make braised food here, I'll recommend you to do business here in the future. We won't be competing with restaurants in the braised food business anymore, we'll be making spicy skewers instead."
Boss Yu: "..." Damn! He knew where the alluring scent came from!
Zhang Sanzhuang took out an extra bowl of spicy skewers and said, "It's a good opportunity for you to try them with Master Chang and my father-in-law. If you want something with soup, there's no need to go around asking my mother-in-law. Just tell me and I'll bring you both the soup and the vegetables. Master Chang has a golden tongue, he'll definitely learn how to make it."
He was like a storyteller, ignoring the guests who were just looking in for fun.
Of course, those guests were mostly craning their necks to see what food the guests below brought.
Seeing Boss Yu's unhappy expression, Zhang Sanzhuang smiled and bowed, "Thanks to your care for a few years, you don't have to give me a tip for attracting customers to the restaurant. If Master Chang can't learn it right away, please send someone to tell me to buy more of our spicy skewers. The meat dishes are two cents each, and the vegetables are one cent each. They are cheap and filling."
Boss Yu's face was black with rage, and he still wanted to give me a tip? Do you believe I'll give you a big slap in the face?
This little bastard clearly came to his restaurant under the guise of repaying evil with kindness to cause trouble. Several guests at the tables upstairs stood up and hurried out the door.
But Zhang Sanzhuang's open and implicit sarcasm was not something that could be said at all. This was what the former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue taught Zhang Sanzhuang himself.
Be as polite as you can, be as filial as you can, and I'm offering you the other half of my face. If you have the guts, slap me as hard as you can.
Boss Yu was so angry that he pointed at Zhang Sanzhuang with shaking fingers. If he wanted to reason with him, it was the restaurant on the street that was in the wrong first. It was in public, and the more he argued, the more ridiculous it would be.
He wanted to curse at him unreasonably, but the bastard pushed the spicy skewers in front of him. The spicy and fragrant smell immediately rushed into his nose, and he was afraid that he would drool as soon as he opened his mouth.
Boss Yu cursed Zhang Sanzhuang's ancestors in his heart, and snatched the bowl of spicy skewers fiercely, thinking that if he didn't eat it, he would have suffered that anger in vain.
He will ask Master Chang to learn it and make it impossible for the Zhang family’s business to continue!
Zhang Sanzhuang had a smile on his face but sneered in his heart. Awan said that the soup base of spicy skewers cannot be made by just adding spices, it has to be processed in advance.
Even if you know what is put in, if you want to make the taste similar, even if you have a golden tongue, you will have to eat a hundred or eighty bowls.
As for that bastard Chang Ze? As long as he doesn't mind the pain, their stall is right there, just come!
It was only a cup of tea later when Zhang Sanzhuang returned to Washi humming a tune. When he saw his newly set up tent, he was dumbfounded.
He anticipated that the spicy skewers would sell well, but it wasn't even noon yet, and they were just a few pieces at the beginning, but now they were packed away?
There were still people rushing over here. Zhang Sanzhuang was afraid that his second brother was too busy, so he hurried inside.
He was wrong. The door of the stall... was no longer visible and he couldn't even squeeze in.
The author has something to say:
Boss Yu: I originally wanted to give that little bastard a big slap, but I was afraid that he would spill the spicy skewers. Next time, next time for sure.
Zhang Sanzhuang: After counting on my fingers, I realized that the stalls are not enough and we need a restaurant.
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