The next day.
Du Shaojie went to the market and bought 10 white-striped chickens. He chose the three-yellow chickens produced in the province as the ingredients. The meat of this kind of chicken is firmer and the taste is more delicious.
At the same time, he also bought some other dishes, which were prepared for Xiaomei and himself.
When he returned to the stall, he began to process the white-striped chicken and then marinated it. There are many ways to cook white-cut chicken, and he chose the authentic "Guangfu cuisine" method.
After the chicken was marinated, he began to prepare lunch.
The yam and pork ribs soup needs to be stewed for a little longer, but the other two stir-fried dishes are not urgent and can be discussed after Xiaomei comes. When he had dinner yesterday, he talked to his sister and asked Wang Yan and others to send her over.
After working all morning, the white-cut chicken was ready before noon, and then the business started.
There were many people passing by, and occasionally someone asked, but when Wang Yan and Jiang Xiaoling pushed Du Xiaomei to the store, only half a chicken was sold in total.
Du Shaojie was not in a hurry, and greeted several people with a smile: "Why didn't classmate Liu come? Xiaomei, greet your classmates first. I'll go cook."
"Chu Hong has something to do at noon, let her take Xiaomei to dinner in the evening."
Jiang Xiaoling looked at the food stall with a smile, and then helped Du Xiaomei sit down with Wang Yan.
She knew that Du Xiaomei's brother was a chef, but she didn't know how good he was.
Sitting there, she didn't know why she was a little excited.
Du Shaojie fried a plate of [Stir-fried Pork Liver], a plate of [Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin], a [Fish-flavored Eggplant Casserole], a plate of [Stir-fried Green Vegetables], and [Yam and Pork Rib Soup], which was exactly four dishes and one soup.
"Let's eat."
After a while, Du Shaojie prepared lunch and called everyone to eat.
It was the first time for Xiaomei's two roommates to eat his dishes. After tasting a chopstick, they couldn't stop.
Jiang Xiaoling's family conditions were very good, and she had eaten dishes from big restaurants, but today Xiaomei's brother's cooking skills still made her feel very surprised.
It was really delicious, completely beyond her imagination.
It was the first time that Wang Yan had eaten such delicious dishes, and every dish made her linger. The pork rib soup was also very delicious, especially the pork ribs, which were soft and delicious, and she wanted to eat more.
After a while, Jiang Xiaoling and Wang Yan realized that they didn't look very good when eating.
Both of them were a little embarrassed, and Jiang Xiaoling quickly said: "Brother, the dishes you cook are simply delicious. Don't laugh at us for not having seen the world."
Jiang Xiaoling's appearance and figure are second only to Du Xiaomei, and both of them are very popular in school.
She usually pays attention to her image, but she didn't expect to lose her composure in front of Brother Xiaomei, and she was a little annoyed.
"Just eat well, don't worry about those details."
Du Shaojie laughed. As a man of two lives, he doesn't care much about superficial things, and he emphasizes everything.
Xiaomei laughed secretly on the side. Today, her brother only made a few home-cooked dishes. If he made a few big dishes seriously, wouldn't they swallow their tongues into their stomachs?
As her family's economic conditions improved and she was admitted to university, Du Xiaomei's mentality had changed.
"Ajie, are you eating? Give me a boiled chicken."
At this time, Uncle Chai walked in from outside.
"Uncle Chai, sit down and eat together."
Du Shaojie greeted the landlord enthusiastically and asked him to sit down and eat.
Uncle Chai glanced at Xiaomei's two classmates, smiled and shook his head: "The meal is ready at home, I'll buy a [boiled chicken] to eat at home."
"It just opened today, I'll treat you."
Du Shaojie didn't care about a chicken. Uncle Chai was a very generous person, and he certainly wouldn't be stingy.
"I want you to treat? Don't be so long-winded, just pay the price, and don't charge less. But, Ajie, Uncle Chai appreciates your kindness, hurry up, I still have to go back to eat."
Uncle Chai laughed, grabbed a handful of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Du Shaojie.
Du Shaojie couldn't help but smile. There was no need to drag and pull on this matter, so just charge according to the selling price. He knew that Uncle Chai was an overseas Chinese and that foreign exchange was sent to him every month.
Uncle Chai had several properties, including three storefronts, so he was not short of money.
He cut the poached chicken and packed it, put the dipping sauce in a small box, and handed it to Uncle Chai. Uncle Chai swallowed a few times, took the poached chicken and ran back.
Du Shaojie glanced at the plates in front of Xiaomei and the others, smiled, cut half a chicken and brought it over.
To be honest, the four of them had great fighting power. In the end, they finished all four dishes and one soup, and there was not even half a poached chicken left.
Du Shaojie was very happy. Since there was not much business anyway, he chatted with Wang Yan and Jiang Xiaoling for a while.
Wang Yan and Jiang Xiaoling wanted to help clean up the mess, so he waved his hand and asked them to push Xiaomei back to rest. They could take a nap at noon, and they didn't need to help in the kitchen.
Not long after Xiaomei and the others left, a group of people came.
They were Uncle Chai's friends, and they often had morning tea and watched Cantonese opera together. I just went to Uncle Chai's place and happened to taste the [Baiqie Chicken] made by Du Shaojie.
These people are also old diners, and they can tell the difference after just one taste.
After asking Uncle Chai, I learned that it was a chef from another place who opened a shop temporarily. He will probably only open it for a month and will return to his hometown after finishing his own business.
Several people hurried over and bought a chicken each without saying a word.
Du Shaojie sold half a chicken before, and he and his friends ate half of it. Uncle Chai bought one, and the others bought five. After a while, there were only three chickens left.
It was so strange. No one was there. As
soon as the five of them left, several customers came and sold the remaining three chickens.
Du Shaojie cleaned up the inside and outside, closed the stall and went home to sleep. He didn't plan to continue making [white-cut chicken] in the afternoon. At most, he would buy more ingredients tomorrow. That's it for today.
He calculated that the profit of a chicken was about 1.8 yuan, and he wouldn't lose money on the first day of opening.
Liu Chuhong sent Du Xiaomei over in the evening. Du Shaojie cooked two dishes, and Liu Chuhong was sure that Jiang Xiaoling and Wang Yan didn't fool her. Anyway, the three of them agreed that they would take turns to send Xiaomei in the future. It's impossible for a group of people to eat for free every time, right?
It's better to take turns to eat for free.
The next day.
Du Shaojie had 20 white-striped chickens delivered in the morning. After they were made in batches, they were sold out before dinner.
In just a few days, his [Boiled Chicken] became famous in this area.
At noon today, there was actually a queue. Anyway, he only makes 40 chickens a day at most, and he will sell them out.
This made many customers quite resentful.
"Sorry, we are sold out. Please come early tomorrow."
Du Shaojie has said this sentence very fluently, and even Xiaomei laughed at him for not making money.
He opened this store temporarily, and it was originally casual. His main task was to let his sister eat and drink well and recover as soon as possible.
In addition, he needed professional kitchen training, so Du Xiaomei ate different dishes every day.
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and Du Shaojie became a "celebrity" on this street.
Neighbors and business owners nearby would greet him when they passed by. He even learned a few Cantonese sentences, although not very standard, but they can be used for simple conversations.
Xiaomei's injury is gradually healing, but she has gained a lot of weight, at least 10 pounds during this period.
Calculating the time, Du Shaojie took his sister to see Dr. Lin for a follow-up examination. The results of the follow-up examination were very good, but Dr. Lin also said that he had to rest well for a period of time in the future and could not be careless.
Du Shaojie had been out for a long time, and he would call Wang Yuxiu and Xiaoya every weekend.
This was agreed before he left home. Every weekend after Xiaoya got out of school, Wang Yuxiu would take her to a private restaurant and wait for a call in Du Shaojie's office.
Communication was so inconvenient these days. The total number of switches in any city was not large, and there was no basic condition for popularizing telephones.
"Uncle Chai, don't cook tonight. I'll treat you, auntie, and Uncle Zhang to a meal."
In the morning, Du Shaojie knocked on the landlord's door.
The temporary rented storefront was about to be completed for a month, and he was ready to go back.
Before leaving, he still had a lot of things to do, one of which was to treat Uncle Chai and his wife, as well as several good neighbors, to a meal.
These people not only often took care of his business, but also helped him in other ways.
If Du Shaojie didn't leave, he would open a proper restaurant and the business would be booming.
Cantonese people love to eat and know how to eat, so as long as the restaurant is of good quality, the business will not be bad. What's more, his cooking skills have now reached a great level, and it is much better to develop in the south than in the remote northwestern cities.
"I knew you were leaving, I will definitely go in the evening."
Uncle Chai did not refuse. To be honest, he was reluctant to let Ajie go.
In the evening.
Jiang Xiaoling also came with Xiaomei, and with the two of them, there were a total of 8 guests.
Du Shaojie used all his skills to cook a table of authentic Cantonese dishes, which surprised Uncle Chai and others.
It is not uncommon to cook one or two Cantonese dishes, such as the [Boiled Chicken] that Du Shaojie made before, which is very authentic. But it is not easy to cook a table of authentic Cantonese dishes.
After all, the taste in the northwest is completely different from this side.
Today's dishes include [Boiled Chicken], [Sweet and Sour Pork], [Baked Lobster in Soup], [Steamed Grouper], [Braised Pigeon], [Eight Treasure Winter Melon Soup], [Hakka Stir-fried Chinese Cabbage].
Of course, the old Cantonese eat soup first, and the old fire soup is indispensable.
Jiang Xiaoling was shocked again. Looking at the table of dishes in front of her, she found that although she had overestimated Du Shaojie, she still underestimated his level.
This table of dishes, even Uncle Chai and other locals were amazed.
Of course, Cantonese cuisine in a narrow sense refers to Cantonese cuisine, and most of today's dishes can be said to be the soul of Cantonese cuisine. The key is that they are well cooked. In Uncle Zhang's words, this level is comparable to that of Cantonese Restaurant.
Cantonese Restaurant is a well-known local restaurant, and many people regard it as the benchmark of Cantonese cuisine.
Du Shaojie was also very satisfied with his performance today. It was worth it for him to practice Cantonese cuisine for a month, and the time alone consumed more than 3,000 hours.
The guests and the host had a great time during the meal. (End of this chapter)
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