Chapter 91 Meow meow meow
The next day.
Jian Yunlan got up early and after breakfast, he began to prepare for the stall.
The time was approaching twelve o'clock. Seeing that the time was almost up, Jian Yunlan stuffed the roast ducks into the oven one by one, and added fruit wood to the place where the charcoal fire was placed.
Finally, he hung up the dormant lotus lantern of Hu Danggui and got on the tricycle.
Little Taotie was also wearing a set of overalls similar to Jian Yunlan's, and even his long silver hair was tied into a small bun. He got on the tricycle with sleepy eyes and said lazily, "Human, I will protect you."
...Although it's not very convincing to say this with his appearance.
But Jian Yunlan couldn't help but feel moved by the long-lost feeling of working at the stall with the employees.
The little boy smiled confidently and said to Ye Qingquan, "Daddy, I'm going to open the stall."
"Okay!" Ye Qingquan stopped pretending and put on sunglasses and a mask in front of Lan Lan, following him openly.
Set up the stall!
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At the same time, Zhuyuan Private Kitchen.
Almost at the same time as Jian Yunlan, Zhuyuan's head chef Lao Song stuffed the duck into the mobile oven they had hastily prepared yesterday.
Next to them were Lao Song's three apprentices. Although they were chef apprentices, they had learned the craft from Lao Song for four or five years and were now considered skilled workers. However, they seemed a bit clumsy as they stuffed the duck into the oven and put charcoal into the oven.
The mobile oven is installed on a tricycle, which is very big and looks very impressive.
Yes, this is a tricycle that runs a food stall.
When doing this, several people all looked sad and reluctant: "Alas..."
"Master, you are the head chef of Zhuyuan! Why did that group of people force you to set up a street stall? It's such a huge humiliation." Apprentice No. 1 said angrily.
Apprentice No. 2 also looked dissatisfied and echoed, "That's right, the roast duck you make can be sold for 4,000 yuan each. Why should you compete with those inferior roast ducks sold at street stalls?"
Old Song agreed with what his disciples said.
As the chef of one of the top private restaurants in Beijing, Lao Song never thought that he would be associated with street roast duck.
He is the pillar of Zhuyuan!
How many people have traveled across most of China and spent huge sums of money just to taste his cooking. Apart from anything else, his craft is a technique passed down from his ancestors, and those were the recipes of the imperial chefs hundreds of years ago. Even in modern times, only those in the upper class of society are worthy of his personal service.
Their Zhuyuan is not a fast food restaurant that does charity for ordinary people. Their main focus is on high-end, elegance and class.
As for the roast duck at the street stall? laugh.
Old Song looked down on those cheap and unhygienic small businesses from the bottom of his heart. Although they were all chefs, they were also divided into different levels. Chefs like those who set up roadside snack stalls were not even worthy of carrying their shoes.
But now, he didn’t know what was wrong with his boss. He actually wanted him, Old Song, to ride a tricycle to sell roast duck at the door?
Why?
Although he was unwilling in his heart, Lao Song sighed and stopped his apprentices from complaining, saying, "Forget it, don't say anything. It's over now. Zhuyuan's performance has declined recently, and it's indeed our fault."
Even so, the wrinkles on his face were drooping, and he looked like a hermit who was wronged by a villain.
Several apprentices became even more excited, and some even wanted to go directly to their superiors to argue:
"Master, let's go talk to Manager Hu right now. We don't want to set up a stall outside the door!"
"Yes, yes, how could I wrong you like this?"
The reason why Lao Song and his apprentices were preparing to set up the tricycle stall was because of a direct request from their superiors.
In recent days, Zhuyuan's performance has not been ideal.
Zhuyuan is a membership-based private restaurant that makes its profits mainly from a few high-level VIP clients, who are all well-known in Beijing circles. But in recent days, many customers, led by Mu Mingqiu, have cancelled their memberships at Zhuyuan, and the reasons are all related to Zhuyuan's roast duck.
For example, Master Mu Mingqiu said directly when canceling his membership: "Your roast duck is so bad, it's not even comparable to the roast duck sold at street stalls!"
The upper echelons can no longer sit still.
If Zhuyuan continues to move forward at this pace and does not make any changes, the consequences will be unimaginable.
So... I don't know which genius came up with this idea:
Since the roast duck stall at the door is doing so well that even Young Master Mu is attracted there, why don’t they, Zhuyuan, send their head chef to set up a stall at the door to attract customers?
This is why Lao Song and others are stuffing ducks into the mobile oven here.
The apprentices were all complaining angrily. Lao Song didn't want to set up a stall at the door, and they didn't want to either even more.
They had previously studied under Lao Song, and their dream was to become a famous chef admired by thousands of people, earning a lot of money just by flipping the wok, not to set up a stall in the sun and wind:
"You also said that the recent performance has declined, especially the number of roast duck orders has dropped sharply. Isn't that because of their poor service attitude? What does it have to do with you?"
"Your roast duck is the most delicious roast duck in the world. They can't sell it because their marketing methods are not good enough..."
Old Song felt relaxed and comfortable after being flattered by his apprentice. His hunched back straightened up. He stroked his beard and said, "Forget it, forget it. Setting up a stall is a foregone conclusion. We don't need to panic. We just need to show our true abilities."
"The cooking skills of the roast duck at that snack stand are definitely not better than yours, Master." Apprentice No. 3 sneered and said, "The reason why they sell well and can even attract Young Master Mu is definitely not because it tastes good, but because they are closer to customers. To put it bluntly, they are more down-to-earth."
"Master, if you come out, you will definitely attract all the customers immediately. The owner of the roast duck snack stand might cry to death!"
To be honest, Lao Song thought so too.
I heard that the person setting up a stall in front of Zhuyuan these days is a three-year-old child!
Three-year-old child? hehe.
The reason why his stall is so popular is probably because of the gimmick of his age, and the fact that the stall itself is more down-to-earth and closer to customers, and it is definitely not because his roast duck is really delicious.
As long as I set up a stall to sell roast duck, with my superb cooking skills, I can kill the opponent in seconds without leaving any residue...
After figuring this out, Old Song was no longer panicked.
Soon, the hour hand moved towards twelve o'clock.
Old Song, along with his three apprentices, rode on a prepared tricycle and arrived at the gate of Zhuyuan.
As soon as he went out, Lao Song saw several familiar figures.
On the left side of the road, Xu Shishi, wearing sunglasses and large diamond earrings on her earlobes, sat in her Lamborghini, with delicate makeup and a chic posture, looking up into the distance;
On the right side of the road, Mu Mingqiu brought an entire professional team with him. He was lying on a parasol, while the housekeeper and several servants were busy preparing fruits, drinks, etc. for him. Mu Mingqiu held a copy of "A Guide to Parenting a Three-Year-Old Baby" in his hand, glancing expectantly at the end of the road from time to time.
Old Song: “…”
Xu Shishi is fine. Although the Xu family is also wealthy, their status among Zhuyuan’s customers is just average. Before, when Xu Shishi wanted to have a meal at Zhuyuan, she waited in line for more than a year and used her connections to get the chance. She was not worthy of having the head chef, Lao Song, personally curry favor with her.
But this Young Master Mu is a well-known big client!
It seems that what others said was right, Young Master Mu was indeed seduced away by the stall owner outside, but Lao Song believed that with his cooking skills, it would not be a problem to win Young Master Mu back.
Old Song, along with his three apprentices, smiled apologetically and flattered him respectfully: "Master Mu, we at Zhuyuan have also started selling roast duck at the door today. You are our distinguished member, if you don't mind..."
Mu Mingqiu frowned, his eyes still on the book, not even bothering to look at him.
He just waved his hand casually, making a gesture to shoo away a fly: "Go away."
The butler and several tall and strong bodyguards next to them immediately came forward, seemingly politely but actually intimidatingly sending the guests away:
"Chef Song, our young master is waiting for Boss Xiaolan. Please don't be so self-indulgent. If you delay the young master from buying roast duck, you can't afford the consequences."
Old Song and several of his disciples turned pale instantly.
“Well, then we won’t disturb Young Master Mu for now.” Nodding half embarrassed and half fearful, Old Song and a few of his apprentices returned to their stall dejectedly.
Their stall was right at the main entrance of Zhuyuan, and the stall of the three-year-old stall owner was also at the main entrance of Zhuyuan, but across the street.
Lao Song chose this stall on purpose.
Two snack stalls are competing face to face. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell which one is better!
Although Lao Song had no experience in setting up stalls before, with his superb cooking skills learned from the imperial chef, the three-year-old child was definitely no match for him.
After returning to the stall, Lao Song turned his grief and anger into motivation and began to instruct his apprentices to get busy:
"You, watch the roast duck." "And you, don't just sit there, go cut the cucumber and green onion." "Old Third, you stand by to attract customers and shout louder!"
Several apprentices immediately got busy, but in contrast, Old Song himself moved a bamboo chair and sat comfortably, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, without having to do any work.
...It is euphemistically called a space for apprentices to train.
But in reality it's just laziness.
This is a normal thing in Zhuyuan's kitchen. The apprentices are angry but dare not say anything, because Lao Song is such a big shot.
They glanced at Lao Song with some dissatisfaction and then threw themselves into their busy work.
"Hello," a voice came from the side, "Excuse me, is this the roast duck at Zhuyuan?"
Old Song stopped fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
He said that, for a chef of his caliber, even if he ran into a rebuff with Young Master Mu, why would he worry about not having customers?
Look, someone came immediately!
Old Song sat up straight, but did not greet the guest immediately. Instead, he glanced over slowly:
——The person asking the question was a tour guide.
The tour guide held up a small flag, and behind him were twenty or thirty tourists in tour uniforms, all with expectant looks.
They passed by this place several times in the previous two days, and each time they smelled the delicious aroma of roast duck, and naturally thought it was Zhuyuan Roast Duck. Just yesterday, there were people crying on the roadside because they couldn't eat roast duck.
This is enough to show how delicious this roast duck is.
“I’ve been smelling the aroma for days and now I can finally eat it!”
The tourists' eyes were filled with excitement and joy.
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