Food: How did I become a chef when I set up a stall?

Several people sat at the table and commented on the jelly pot made by Jiang Feng.

"Why is his carved squid so fresh? I don't know how it was made. I have never tasted it so tender before."

"I'm a little curious about the recipe of his gelatin sauce. This sauce is also very fragrant."

"Look how clean the shrimp is."

"The boss of this company is very powerful!"

The guests were particularly satisfied with the jelly pot made by Jiang Feng.

This is true for almost every guest.

Except for the relatively small number of dishes, this store only has a few types. It is simply a perfect little store.

It would be nice if it could be opened wider.

Here, "je" can be understood as a method of stir-frying and then stewing in a casserole.

So there are gels and everything.

Jiang Feng launched three types of gelatin pots on the first day, and the quantity was quite large. He mainly made them by himself. Too many varieties would be troublesome to handle.

"The least number of people eat beef. It seems that everyone prefers the chicken stew and the three crispy chicken dishes."

Jiang Feng judged.

"Then we won't be making beef stew tomorrow, and we'll be making beef sausage instead."

"Wash the fat intestines clean and chew them out. The taste will definitely be rich."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

The business of the small shop was pretty good. Customers came one by one. At about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the number of customers entertained reached 54.

Not too much, but not too much.

However, there is basically no business after 2 o'clock, and the small shops are relatively deserted.

Jiang Feng made two jelly beef stews, and together with Sun Zhuangfei, they ate all the beef with rice.

The unique cooking method of Gejie pot makes the beef tender and has a particularly good taste and texture.

Tingzi porridge is also delicious.

For Sun Zhuangfei, the only pity is that the bowl here is smaller, only as big as the palm of his hand.

He couldn't eat enough, so he went to the kitchen to find a basin.

This way you can hold more rice at one time.

Jiang Feng just ate from a small bowl. Two bowls were enough.

Jiang Feng ate slowly, while Sun Zhuangfei was devouring it.

"I'm going to buy some sausages later, as well as black-footed chicken, squid flowers, fresh shrimps, and Anhui fish."

"Instead of making beef stew tomorrow, I'll make intestines instead."

“Beef sales are average.”

Jiang Feng arranged for Sun Zhuangfei.

"Okay, boss, I'll go over after dinner."

"The market here is quite good."

Sun Zhuangfei hurriedly agreed.

The market that Sun Zhuang flew to was the kind of market where locals purchase goods. It looked very messy, but the more it looked like this, the more fresh the ingredients inside were.

There are not many tourists here, and the prices are relatively reasonable.

Even though everyone is speaking Cantonese, Sun Zhuangfei is also studying hard.

Now and then, he still breaks out a few sentences, which is quite funny.

It feels like Cai Shaofen speaking Mandarin.

After lunch, Sun Zhuangfei went to buy ingredients, while Jiang Feng rested in the store.

By around four or five o'clock in the afternoon, business started to pick up again.

Until evening, the day's tasks are easily completed.

[Enter diners 100/100, the day’s task is completed. 】

[Get additional rewards: Cantonese proficiency]

[Proficient in Cantonese expressions. 】

The system prompts that the task has been completed appears.

Jiang Feng felt a little surprised.

There is such a good thing.

Proficient in Cantonese?

There are many dialects in Guangdong Province, such as Hakka, Chaoshan, Leizhou, Cantonese, etc.

Most people in Guangzhou speak Cantonese.

Many locals chat in Cantonese.

When setting up a stall or running a small shop here, it will definitely be more convenient if you know the same language.

After setting up the stall for 100 servings of gelatin pot, there were not many ingredients left.

"Okay, I'm done today and ready to get off work."

Seeing that there were not many guests left, Jiang Feng said to Sun Zhuangfei.

"what?"

Sun Zhuangfei was stunned for a moment, then quickly agreed:

"it is good."

It is now 7:30 in the evening, business has just experienced a peak, and there are not many people.

It's better to get off work early.

Jiang Feng wanted to go back early to see the cats and dogs. He rented a big house and the cats and dogs were playing at home, so he also wanted to go back.

Opening a small shop like this is basically stress-free and relaxing.

The ingredients are easy to handle and the method is simple.

For Jiang Feng, it was really relaxing.

This kind of life also seems leisurely.

Occasionally, I receive one or two calls to deal with matters in the restaurant.

Not much else.

It feels good not to be recognized.

Safe and sound.

In line with his always low-key character.

The next day, the shop opened as usual.

All the ingredients have been marinated and placed neatly.

The cabinets are full of casseroles.

This is also thanks to the previous owner of the store.

Various seasonings are also prepared.

Before the opening, Jiang Feng and Sun Zhuangfei were sitting leisurely in their seats. There was nothing going on at this time, so they were just playing with their mobile phones.

"Boss, what kind of tea are you drinking?"

At this time, Sun Zhuangfei picked up the teapot and asked Jiang Feng.

"Longjing." Jiang Feng replied calmly.

Sun Zhuangfei immediately poured Jiang Feng a cup of Longjing.

Longjing is a very common kind, not expensive, and is used to entertain guests.

It tastes like Longjing.

There are many people drinking tea here, so they have to prepare tea of ​​various flavors. Slowly, Jiang Feng adapted to the customs here.

As the time reached 11 o'clock, customers began to arrive one after another soon.

Today's business is obviously much better than yesterday.

After the store opened, many of the people who opened the store were regular customers from yesterday.

After all, if the food tastes good, there will naturally be more customers.

The local man from yesterday also came, and this time he didn’t ask if the chicken was good or not. He just ordered a jelly three crisps and a pot of tea.

Then he sat down and waited.

Jiang Feng skillfully handled the various ingredients, and then cooked a delicious pot of Jie Jie San Crisp, which was then served by Sun Zhuangfei.

This pot is all about effort.

Then there were more and more guests.

One of the guests is called Cheng Lai.

Cheng came to Jiang Feng's shop, firstly to taste the taste of Jiang Feng's gelatin pot, and secondly to steal from his master.

Cheng Lai is also the owner of a jelly pot restaurant and is also the chef.

He heard that the jelly pot in Jiangfeng's shop tasted very good, so he planned to come over and taste it himself to see how it was.

He saw that there were only three kinds of jelly stew on the menu, and he couldn't help feeling contemptuous. He also saw that there was jelly intestine, but there was none in his store, so he thought about ordering one to taste the taste.

Soon, a pot of hot intestines was served.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the large intestine inside was glistening with oil.

When you eat it in your mouth, the smooth, tender and elastic feeling makes Cheng Laishang's tongue soften.

It's so delicious, so delicious.

It turns out that the intestines taste so delicious.

Jiang Feng’s Jie Jie sauce is also a must-have.

The rich flavor makes your taste buds seem to burst into bloom.

I don't know how many times better than his Gejie Jiang.

The more Cheng Lai ate, the more surprised he became, and the more he ate, the more frustrated he became.

This jelly pot is so delicious.

It’s not an exaggeration to call him “The King of Guangzhou”.

Cheng Lai tasted the soft and elastic large intestine and felt the feeling of the large intestine beating in his mouth.

The body feels extremely relaxed.

"The large intestine is also suitable for jelly. I will make a jelly pot when I get back."

Cheng Lai made up his mind.

He was obviously stimulated by Jiang Feng. He ate his large intestine in a hurry, drank a cup of herbal tea, and then got up immediately and hurried to his shop.

On the way, Cheng Lai also went to the market to buy some large intestines.

His jelly pot shop is open, his brother-in-law is the chef, and his daughter-in-law is a waiter and part-time counter.

As soon as Cheng Lai came back, he said:

"I learned a new recipe, let me try it."

With that said, he went to the kitchen and started eating the intestines.

He secretly made up his mind to make a large intestine that was more delicious than Jiang Feng's.

Soon, the casserole heats up.

Pour hot oil and sesame oil into it, then add garlic and onion and stir-fry to release the flavor.

The temperature in the casserole is very high.

Just put the cut pig intestines in when the temperature is relatively high.

Cheng Lai placed the pig intestines, closed the lid, and stewed over high heat.

The casserole was bathed in firelight and looked majestic.

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing?"

Cheng Lai's brother-in-law asked.

"I just learned how to eat large intestine. Just watch it, it will definitely taste good."

"You work hard first and take care of the business. After I finish studying this, I will get started."

Cheng Lai replied confidently.

He had just finished eating the large intestine made by Jiang Feng, and the wonderful taste made him miss it now.

Cheng Lai decided that this was a secret recipe that he had never come across before.

Now that I make it, it will definitely taste as good as this.

The fire burned for a few minutes, and the fire was almost done.

At this moment, there are still some customers in Cheng Lai's shop, browsing on their mobile phones and eating jelly pot.

I saw Cheng Lai put the casserole with large intestine on the wooden board, grabbed the rag, and then opened the lid of the casserole.

In an instant, a burst of white mist rose, and the smell spread quickly.

Customers in the store also smelled the smell.

Moist, hot.

One person shrugged his nose, couldn't help but frown, and muttered:

"Hold the grass! Who the hell is cooking shit?"

Another person also complained:

"Why does this smell like shit?"

Cheng Lai was also confused.

He washed his large intestine twice and thought he was clean.

Who knew that when the oil was squirted out at a warm temperature, the smell would be so rich.

This is wrong!

Why does other people's intestines taste so fragrant, but when it comes to my own place, it just tastes like this?

"Brother-in-law, please close the lid first, the smell is a bit smoky."

My brother-in-law reminded me.

Cheng Lai hurriedly closed the lid of the casserole and stopped mentioning the intestines.

Just pretend it never happened.