Su Qingluan also heard her mother shouting behind her at the top of her lungs, but she still couldn't slow down - it would take more than half an hour to get back to Huaxi Village. If she made blood sausage there, the fresh pig blood in her hands would have solidified long ago.
"Mother, I'll go deal with the pig's blood first. You go home and wait for me!" After saying this from a distance, Su Qingluan ran away, leaving only the dust raised behind her and completely forgetting Yang.
Yang ran two steps, but she couldn't catch up with her rabbit-like daughter, so she could only stop and take a breath.
Suddenly, she remembered that Su Qingluan had told her that the Liu family would start selling sewage again today. Yang thought about it, turned around and went to the place where the Su family had originally opened a stall to see how things were going, so as to support the Liu family.
Su Qingluan turned around and went to Hongfulou. Because she was afraid that she would disturb the guests by holding a bucket of pig blood, she deliberately took a longer detour and went directly to the kitchen from the back door.
Although customers had started arriving at the front, it wasn't peak season yet, so only a small portion of the stove in the back was burning vigorously. The clatter of pots and pans and Xu Yuanwei's distinctively loud voice made the kitchen bustling with activity.
Seeing someone coming in from outside, Xu Yuanwei subconsciously chased them away: "No outsiders are allowed to enter the kitchen. If you want to order something, go to the waiter in front, don't come to the kitchen."
After saying that, he continued to scold the young kitchen helpers: "What are you looking at? Hurry up! Can't you see that the customers can't wait and have already run to the kitchen?!"
Su Qingluan: …She said with a mixture of laughter and tears: “Chef Xu, it’s me!”
Xu Yuanwei was facing the stove inside and only glanced at the door, so he didn't notice who the person was or what he looked like.
Hearing the familiar voice, he suddenly turned his head to look at Su Qingluan at the door, and then smiled and said, "Isn't this Madam Su? I haven't seen you for a while!"
Su Qingluan was a little embarrassed: "I've been very busy recently."
"I heard," Xu Yuanwei pointed in the direction of the kitchen helpers, "they've been telling me a lot, saying you've been messing around with some jam lately, and you've hired dozens of people, and you've become the shopkeeper yourself?"
Su Qingluan quickly waved her hand: "I'm just making some snacks. I can't be considered the boss. I'm just starting out." Then she put the wooden barrel of pig blood on the ground with a "bang" - carrying more than ten pounds of it, and it's not easy to pay off the debt over such a long journey.
Xu Yuanwei looked down at the bucket and frowned, "Madam Su, why does this bucket look so much like blood?"
"It's not 'similar', this is pig blood." Su Qingluan took out an oil-paper bag from her arms - inside was none other than the pig intestines she had bought from the butcher stall before.
"This thing is a bit troublesome to deal with. If I take it home, the blood will coagulate. I thought you guys shouldn't be too busy right now, so I'll shamelessly borrow your place. I wonder if Uncle Liang can agree?" As she spoke, Su Qingluan looked up and looked for Liang Youdao.
After all, given the owner's personality, Liang would make eight trips to the kitchen as soon as it started getting busy, just to make it look like "the owner is personally urging the dishes to be served." While this was a bit of a theatrical move, it was an effective way to appease customers during peak meal times.
Unexpectedly, Xu Yuanwei waved his hand and said, "Don't look for him anymore. The shopkeeper is not here right now and will probably be back in the afternoon." He turned and instructed the kitchen helpers, "You two, clean up these two stoves and the cutting board above. Be quick."
As he said this, he turned around and looked at Su Qingluan: "Madam Su, do you think this place is okay?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't light a fire, I'll just fill the blood sausage with the pig's blood and take it away."
As he said this, he started to process the package of small intestines.
Xu Yuanwei originally wanted to say something, but seeing that Su Qingluan was so busy that she didn't even raise her head once, he had to give up and turned around and walked out as if he was holding back something.
The kitchen helper next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw this.
This sound was right next to Su Qingluan's ears. She couldn't help but turn her head and asked, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"
"Ah... no..." The young kitchen helper, who was assigned by Xu Yuanwei to clean up the area, muttered softly as he wiped the stove, "Actually, our kitchen boss has designed a few more dishes recently, wanting to compete with Madam Su. He's really excited about it! But you're so busy, he has nowhere to put his energy..."
Su Qingluan finally realized that Xu Yuanwei seemed to be hesitant to speak, and she couldn't help but laugh and cry: Should we say that Master Xu is full of research and enterprising spirit? Or is he really unwilling to admit defeat?
"In fact, Master Xu has his own specialty cuisine. It's okay to learn from each other's cooking skills, but there's no need to rank them." Su Qingluan cleaned the small intestine carefully, trying her best to remove the contents and not leave any strange things.
Su Qingluan was already very familiar with the kitchen of Hongfulou, so after the oil film inside the intestines was removed, Su Qingluan grabbed a handful of flour and rubbed it on top, which could help clean the intestines more thoroughly.
After cleaning the intestines, Su Qingluan placed them on a colander to drain the water. Then she took a large casserole for making soup and asked, "Is your broth ready?"
The young cook pointed to the largest pot at the edge and said, "It's right there. Feel free to use it. It's freshly cooked today."
The young kitchen helper asked Su Qingluan to "use it as she pleases" not to save face. The broth could indeed be used as she pleased. After all, Hongfulou was the largest restaurant in Lefeng Town, and the dishes on the menu were also varied.
Whether you're making soup, stuffing, or preparing any base, broth is essential. For this reason, many large restaurants prepare large quantities of broth before opening day, just in case.
After all, Su Qingluan had worked as a chef in a large restaurant in her previous life, so she naturally knew this unwritten rule, and was therefore very sure that there was ready-made broth here.
So Su Qingluan scooped up a broth that was almost the same volume as the bucket of pig blood and poured it into the pot.
The kitchen helper has been thriving under the influence of Xu Yuanwei's "language art" for many years, so naturally his eyes are very useful. When he saw Su Qingluan holding the casserole, he realized that it might be necessary to turn on the fire, so he volunteered to light the fire in the stove while Su Qingluan was pouring the broth and looking for the necessary ingredients.
So when Su Qingluan had almost walked around half the place and came back with onions, ginger, coriander, and some spices that might be needed, she found that a blazing fire had already started burning in the originally cold furnace.
The young kitchen helper just wiped his sweat and stood up. He didn't come forward to ask for credit, but just smiled and said, "Madam Su, you are busy!"
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