Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 69 Mixed noodles, must be mixed to eat

"Hi boss, I saw a recruitment notice posted at the door, is this place recruiting?"

Chen Nian raised his head and looked at the other person. This person was about 28 years old, wearing ordinary clothes, a pair of ordinary short sleeves, a pair of black sweatpants, and a pair of Hongxing Erke sneakers on his feet.

But the whole person looked clean.

Chen Nian looked at the opponent's palm again, there was a layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth.

"Are you here to apply?"

"Correct."

"Do you have any experience?"

"Yes, I have chopped ribs in supermarkets, killed fish, processed lobsters, opened oysters in a buffet restaurant, produced meatballs in a workshop, and also worked in chain restaurant brands, so I served as a waiter and cleaned up the table and washed in the kitchen. Can cut vegetables!"

Looking at the other party, Chen Nian also seemed to be able to endure hardships.

"Then your main job here is to wash vegetables, process ingredients, and serve dishes. The salary is 4000 packs of food or not. If you can do it, you will bring your ID card and health certificate. Do you have a health certificate?"

"Have."

Chen Nian nodded, and suddenly thought of another question.

"Have you been vaccinated?"

"Yes, here is the record, the second injection was just given in the community a few days ago."

Chen Nian took a look and found that there was nothing wrong.

Then let the other party come over in the afternoon.

To be honest, Chen Nian is really too busy alone, and now he has to make noodles and cook vegetables, and it takes a long time just to prepare the ingredients, and when there are more people, there are packaged and added vegetables outside, and Hong Hong also has some Stretched.

But now that someone has been found, Chen Nian also took down the recruitment notice at the door and put it back in the drawer.

Around eleven o'clock at noon, after Feng Honghong came to the store.

"Mom, I hired someone in the morning, 4000 yuan a month including meals."

Feng Honghong nodded.

"It's really time to recruit someone, four thousand is fine."

At present, the old-fashioned mapo tofu can sell about 130 copies every day, and the braised pork sells about [-] copies. However, the mapo tofu is dine-in, and you can take it out if you can’t finish it, but you can’t buy it directly.

And the rules have been slightly changed, that is, the first portion of Mapo Tofu is one yuan, and each subsequent portion is ten yuan.

This is also written on the wall.

Once the business has started a little bit, it is natural to start thinking about making a profit.

However, fortunately, everyone is here to eat mapo tofu. Basically, one serving is enough. After all, you still have to save your stomach to eat braised pork.

In this way, the daily loss of Mapo Tofu is basically around 600 yuan.

But the normal price of braised pork is not limited to takeaway. Therefore, about 150 servings of braised pork can be sold every day, more than 60 servings at noon, and a little more at night, about [-] servings.

In this way, the braised pork can earn three thousand after removing the cost.

There is also the income from beverages, which is about 130 yuan a day, and after removing some miscellaneous expenses, after the first month, Chen Nian earned about 1 yuan.

It's already very good. Originally, Chen Nian thought that he would lose money in the first month.

And in the second month, there is another noodle dish in the store, and the store's reputation has already been established last month, so this month, there are basically no worries about customers.

After roughly estimating, the income in the store this month, if the tax is paid, the old age should be able to earn at least [-] to [-].

Just work harder.

But there is still hope for living like this, at least the start is smooth, which is better than going to work.

However, when Chen Nian thinks about it, he has his own recipes. Otherwise, if he opens a restaurant with his own level, even if he sells them at normal prices, he will lose everything in a year.

Unless it is to make spicy soup, skewers, and snacks that do not require high technical content.

Therefore, Chen Nian spent 4000 yuan a month to hire someone, and Feng Honghong also felt that it was nothing. Her son could figure it out clearly, but she, as a mother, could only figure it out more clearly.

Soon it was noon, and Xiao Jing was still the first to come over for dinner.

Chen Nian wondered if this guy didn't have to go to class every day.

"Boss, have a mapo tofu and rice!"

Xiao Jing shouted as soon as he entered the door.

But just after he finished speaking, his sharp eyes suddenly swept across the menu.

Suddenly, the tanned arm that was sunburned due to part-time work during the summer vacation waved!
"slow down"

"Boss, what's the matter with this noodle? Is there a new dish?"

"Yeah, my son has been working on it for a long time before adding a new dish, Xiao Xiao, can you try it?" Chen Nian was in the kitchen, it was not convenient to talk, Feng Honghong said.

"Come here!"

There is a new dish, Xiao Jing, as the most loyal customer of this store, naturally wants to try it.

"But Auntie, how much is this bowl of noodles? I don't know if it's enough."

Now Feng Honghong was stunned. She only found out that her son had a new dish today, and she didn't know how much a serving was.

"Son, how much is a bowl of noodles?"

"Two or two."

"Two taels, that might not be enough, as expected, I should have another bowl of mapo tofu." Xiao Jing thought for a while and said.

"Hold on."

After ordering, Chen Nian started to work in the kitchen.

When renovating the kitchen before, Chen Nian added a few more stoves, and now they all come in handy.

First put the tofu into the pot. While waiting for the tofu to be blanched, Chen Nian quickly pulls the noodles, and then puts them into another boiling pot before the tofu is blanched.

Then put the oil in the frying pan, add the beef, stir-fry the oil and aroma, and then add the seasoning.

At this time, the tofu is also cooked.

Quickly and gently remove the tofu, drain the water and put it in the pot.

Then push it gently, counting the time for the noodles in my heart.

As soon as the mapo tofu comes out of the pot, Hong Hong comes to serve the dishes. Chen Nian turns around and fishes out the cooked noodles, and pours the scallion oil boiled in the morning.

Hong Hong served the noodles with scallion oil on the table again.

"Noodles with scallion oil, try it and see how it tastes, I haven't eaten this kind of noodles yet."

Hong Hong was also curious. In the past 20 days, Chen Nian has been making this every night and noon, and the taste should not be much different.

At this moment, Xiao Jing, facing this bowl of noodles, was a little confused.

To be honest, he has heard of scallion noodles since he was a child, but this is the first time he has eaten it.

The noodles are shiny, and when Aunt Hong Hong put them down, she could even see the noodles bouncing inside, which is enough to show that she is very resilient.

And when Xiao Jing sat down just now, he saw clearly that the boss didn't use the machine-pressed noodles bought from the market, but reconciled in advance, and then pulled them now.

However, Xiao Jing, who was used to eating small noodles, red oil noodles, and dry noodles, looked at the white noodles, and for a moment didn't even know how to eat them.

Although the smell of onion on top is really fragrant.

But it's so dark but delicious, it must taste bitter.

At this moment, Feng Honghong, who was already busy greeting other guests, glanced over here and Xiao Jing didn't move, so she said: "Mix the noodles, you must eat them together."

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