The lonely foodie

When going out after eating hot pot, He Guang deliberately slowed down and walked at the back, as if he had something to say to Mo Bai.

When Du Yang walked a little further, He Guang said, "Brother Mobai will officially open tomorrow, right? I want to invite a friend over for dinner.

"Okay." Mo Bai nodded, "I'll give you a discount, and if your friend has any taboos, let me know in advance."

He Guang waved his hand, "No, she eats everything, she eats all the streets and alleys in the city."

Fat sister asked Daniel's daughter-in-law to play mahjong. Daniel's daughter-in-law took a look at Daniel, shook her head with some concerns, and said that she would go home and help the children with their homework.

"Tutoring what?" Bobo immediately dismantled the fucking platform, "You can't understand what we are learning now."

Daniel's daughter-in-law glared at him viciously.

"My father won't let my mother play with you, saying that you are narrow-minded and powerful." Da Pao is young and childlike.

"Hahaha, you bastard, what are you talking about, hahaha, this...then...hahaha."

Da Niu's daughter-in-law wanted to find a steamed bun to gag the mouths of the two unlucky children, so she hurriedly walked away, haha ​​and dragging the two bastards.

"Cut~" Fat Sister sneered in the direction they were leaving, her eyes almost rolled to the sky.

"Don't look at this snack street." Lao Qi said, "It's just a fucking small river and lake, and people get along with each other in a mysterious way."

Lao Qi felt that he had said something very philosophical, and was waiting for Fat Sister to praise him.

Unexpectedly, Fat Sister was stunned, and looked at Lao Qi worriedly, "Hot pot and Chuan Chuan Xiang are the same thing in the end, tell me, will his shop have any influence on you?"

Lao Qi still had the same nonchalant expression, "Sister, now is the age when the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. As far as his location in this small dilapidated shop is concerned, I dare to give him another three years, and he will not be able to make trouble."

"Don't say it too early, you also started with 3 tables, didn't you have 5 shops in less than a year? They have 2 more tables than you."

"What do I rely on to make a fortune? I rely on cheapness, 38 yuan per person, eating as much as you want, and the positioning of the snack street is the most accurate."

After Lao Qi had money in his hands, he also took a CEO training course online, and words such as positioning, SWOT, market research, etc. came out of his mouth, and 998 trained a president. Lao Qi felt that it was very worthwhile.

Seeing that the fat sister didn't speak, Lao Qi knew that she agreed with him, and continued, "The taste of his hot pot is not bad, I admit it, but did you hear what he said just now? The broth is made from chicken, duck and big bone , Maodu is still a fucking boutique Maodu, this damn cost is gone, let's see, who will buy it from these poor students? This is a wrong positioning, and it is a taboo in business, you know?"

The fat sister was confused, but she still pretended to understand and nodded seriously.

Ivan arrived at the hot pot restaurant early in the morning. Today is the first day of opening, so it must not be sloppy.

There is a small sign hanging on the door, solemnly turned to the "open" side, clasped hands together, "I pray to Guanyin Bodhisattva to bless the business."

Mo Bai was walking into the house, and stopped when he heard this, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva gave birth to a child."

Ivan: ...

The breakfast is simple vermicelli with green vegetables, but with the broth made yesterday, the taste will be different immediately.

Ivan asked for a poached egg, and asked for the egg yolk that was not runny or hard, and that had just solidified.

Mo Bai didn't scold him, he fried it casually, took it out and pulled it apart with chopsticks, it was exactly what Ivan wanted.

The bottom ingredients and ingredients are all ready, and the store is also kept clean and refreshing, but when it comes to lunch time, there is not a single customer who comes to the door.

Ivan lay down by the window and looked down. Every shop was full of people coming and going. There was even a queue at the door of Qixing Malatang, but no one came to their side, and they didn't even bother to take a look.

Ivan couldn't hold back anymore, he walked in for a while, and walked out for a while, feeling that he was going to go downstairs to solicit customers in the next second, and he punched the door in a coquettish way, "Do you fucking eat hot pot?"

No one would come after the meal time, Mo Bai took out the copybook and began to write, what he faced was "Fu of Luoshen" by Zhao Mengfu, a calligrapher and painter in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

"Are you still in the mood to write?" Ivan had a bit of an attitude of hating iron and steel, and he was about to shave his head on the first day of opening.

Mo Bai didn't stop writing, and said calmly, "Go to the kitchen to prepare ingredients, there are guests coming tonight."

"Really?" Ivan was a little surprised, his eyes overflowed with brilliance, "How do you know? Do you have any hidden skills? What do you count by pinching your fingers? Then you do the math, our shop can make money Big money?"

Mo Bai finally raised his head and gave him a strange look, "Yesterday He Guang said that he invited friends over for dinner today."

"Oh!" Ivan sighed in disappointment, "I thought you were going to make some great achievements."

Ivan entered the kitchen, and within a short while, there was the sound of a kitchen knife falling on the chopping board. One knife was heavy and the other was light. Just by listening to the sound, one could imagine the ghostly appearance of the ingredients under the knife.

Mobai Linzi's pen was hanging in the air, he frowned and listened for a while, and finally put it on the pen holder next to him, and went into the kitchen.

A piece of potato was cut in a mess, the big ones can be made into spiked potatoes, and the small ones can be made into vinegared potato shreds. I can't even imagine that these are for hot pot.

Mo Bai called to Ivan, picked up the knife and looked at it, and scratched the blade with his thumb.

"Sharpen the knife first." Mo Bai said.

"This knife is sharp." Ivan was puzzled.

Mo Bai squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, picked up the whetstone from the pool, brought another basin of water to the corridor, raised his trouser legs and squatted down.

The whetstone has two sides, one side is sandstone and the other side is oilstone. First use the sandstone to polish the blade as a whole, and then use the oilstone to grind it until smooth.

After sharpening the knife, I went back to the kitchen, peeled a potato and stood it on the chopping board, holding the handle of the knife and putting the blade on it. Without using any force on my wrist, I saw that the knife could cut the potato into two by its own gravity.

"Do you still say that the knife was sharp just now?" Mo Bai asked.

Ivan shook his head, this time he saw it, but next time he would not dare.

"Today I will teach you the basic knife skills." Mo Bai said, "Straight cut, push cut and push-pull cut."

"Most of the vegetables are cut straight." I pulled a peeled potato over, the technique was clean and neat, each piece was evenly thick and even, I guess it wouldn't make much difference to find a ruler to measure it.

After cutting a potato, Mo Bai handed it back to Ivan.

"What about push and pull?" Ivan asked.

"I'll teach you the rest after you've practiced straight cutting." Mo Bai took a white gauze to wipe his hands.

Ivan peeled a potato, imitating Mo Bai's method and began to practice straight cutting.

Mo Baizhu stared at the side for a while, and the more he stared at the child, the more nervous he became, and the things he cut out became more and more ugly.

"Which is more expensive, potatoes or radishes?" Mo Bai asked.

Ivan was so nervous that his brow was sweating, he couldn't figure out the prices of potatoes and radishes, so he replied indiscriminately, "Cabbage is expensive."

Mo Bai was silent for a while, "Is your hearing good?"

Ivan didn't dare to answer indiscriminately, stopped his hands, and thought carefully for a while, "I took the test during the driver's license test, and my hearing is pretty good."

Mo Bai nodded, "Then go to the hospital to have a look at your brain when you have time."

After speaking, he turned around chicly and continued to write.

Ivan stood by the chopping board in a daze for a long while before he realized what Mo Bai meant, tsk... It's only been a few days, and he has learned how to hate people.

He Guang previously worked as a pastry chef in a well-known local dessert shop, and that's where she and Zhang Yan met.

Zhang Yan ordered a piece of Black Forest Cake. He Guangxi sweets. He changed the recipe a little bit, increasing the proportion of cream and chocolate. No customer reported any problems, but Zhang Yan ate it.

Zhang Yan posted a long article on her blog to criticize this incident, which caused the cake shop's business to plummet. He Guang was so guilty that he held a perfectly proportioned black forest every day to chase after him, no, pursue... er ...chasing Zhang Yan and begging her to delete the article to clear it up.

In the end, the article was not deleted, nor was it republished, but after Zhang Yan ate He Guang's 15 perfectly proportioned Black Forest, the two became friends, and everyone gradually forgot about it, and the cake shop's business started again. It got better again, but... He Guang was fired.

He Guang’s typical scar is healed and the pain is forgotten. Her sweet style became even more unbridled after she opened her own shop. Even eight horses could not stop her from letting herself go. The first time she made milk tea for Mo Bai, she was rejected pointed out.

He Guang’s friend today is Zhang Yan. Although Zhang Yan has always disapproved of He Guang’s desserts, he can make her cry every time, and he is always unwilling to help He Guang promote it on the blog, but this does not affect He Guang’s desserts. Zhang Yan is the first person I want to take with me when I encounter delicious food.

"This store is definitely a treasure store." He Guang promised solemnly.

Zhang Yan was a little worried, "The hot pot they make is not sweet, right?"

"Stop joking." He Guang laughed, "How can Chongqing hot pot be sweet?" After he finished speaking, his eyes lit up.

"Stop." Zhang Yan yelled in horror, "If you dare to force the chef to make sweet hot pot, I'll show you right away."

The two went upstairs talking and laughing, just in time to see Mo Bai standing on the corridor holding a bowl of ice powder.

Zhang Yan's phoenix eyes were lit up, brighter than when He Guang heard about the sweet hot pot just now, and the crowd searched for him thousands of times, and it took no effort to find him.

Sure enough, the peaceful hot pot did not disappoint Zhang Yan. After the old man of the Yi family retired, and after the eldest son succeeded to the throne, she thought that the good hot pot in this city would die out. The unreliable He Guang finally became reliable. It's much more pleasing to the eye.

He Guang was sweating profusely from eating at this time, his forehead was covered with sweat, his eyeliner melted, and he looked like a female ghost.

In the evening, besides He Guang and their table, there were two other tables belonging to the Normal University. One table seemed to be a table where parents invited the teacher to dinner, and the other table was for a date. The boy on the date smashed his tongue after seeing the price, but Out of face, it might be true love, but he was not scared off anyway.

When paying the bill at the date table, Mo Bai gave a [-]% discount, but didn't say anything, the boy nodded gratefully to Mo Bai.

Zhang Yan held her own little Jiujiu in her heart, propped her head up and stared at Mo Bai, seeing all these small movements in her eyes, and she felt a little more goodwill in her heart.

The key is that Mobai uses the abacus to settle accounts, and his white jade-like fingers skillfully paw and pull on the rosewood abacus, his brows are lightly furrowed, his expression is very serious, and he changes clothes, just like a young man with an ancient temperament.

If most of the middle-aged men nowadays are greasy pig's trotters, then Mobai is tofu mixed with shallots, as innocent as jade, elegant and light.

Such a man...would be tempted even by a woman, right?

Zhang Yan turned her head to look at He Guang, who was dripping with sweat and her face was smeared with makeup, and smiled at Mobai with a grin, and quickly retracted this unreliable idea.

What are you looking at?What catches your eyes?Don't you have one at home?

Ivan was squatting by the sink to wash the dishes, and he could just see Zhang Yan's side face. With that look, he wished that the white ink grew in her eyes.

After murmuring and cursing for a long time, Ivan finally realized that it was indeed beautiful, and their house did not have... Forget it... scold again.

What are you looking at?This is my house, look again... look again... I will kick you into Minghu Lake.

After all the guests left, Zhang Yan discussed with Mo Bai about doing a hot pot column.

Mo Bai glanced at the kitchen, not knowing what Ivan was thinking, he couldn't make the decision and agree.

"Brother, how many people are begging for "food sex"?" He Guang was more anxious than Zhang Yan, and said anxiously, "I've been begging for almost 2 years, but I haven't succeeded."

"That's right." Zhang Yan also leaned forward, with a smug look on her face, "I can't count the new store in this city with ten fingers plus He Guang's ten toes."

"Hurry up and agree, brother, what are you waiting for? She doesn't charge money." He Guang TV shopping host upper body, and he was about to yell if he continued, only 999!

Mo Bai pointed to the kitchen, "This matter is too big, I can't make the decision, the two of you will come out to discuss after our shopkeeper finishes washing the dishes."

The kitchen was separated by a blue batik curtain, and Ivan heard everything said outside, and he had already made up his mind.

But when he heard Mo Bai say that he had to wait for himself to decide this matter, he felt very proud.