Beast language level 10, all beasts obey her orders

Put a roll on a bowl of rice, then pour a spoonful of sauce on it and mix it together.

The shopkeeper gobbled up the whole bowl of rice like a pump.

He put down the bowl and continued eating rolls of other flavors.

As the other papers entered his mouth, he was annoyed that he ate too fast...

Whether it is steamed or braised, whether it is pork or shrimp, or even vegetables...each one has its own flavor.

But to sum it up...this fried tofu skin is delicious.

It tastes better than meat!

Feng Jing was very nervous at first, but she felt relieved when she saw the shopkeeper's impatient expression.

The shopkeeper put down his chopsticks reluctantly. There were only a few dishes left made by Tian Youyou.

"This... um, oily skin? How much is it?"

Feng Jing and Tian Youyou discussed it on the way and decided on thirty cents per pound.

By this calculation, with the same cost, she can earn three times as much as making tofu.

"Fifty cents a pound."

But before she could say anything, Tian Youyou had already quoted a price.

Feng Jing looked up in surprise.

Fifty cents per pound?

"Boss, look at this dough, it's so thin and light, one pound can be used to make several dishes."

"The key is that such a thin layer of oily skin is difficult to make. Currently, we are the only ones who can do it."

The shopkeeper was thinking that there were fewer vegetables after autumn and winter, and the restaurant had fewer dishes.

With this oil skin, not only can you add more dishes, but the key is that these dishes are also very delicious.

Then the business in autumn and winter...should not be bad.

If business is good in autumn and winter... then he will have a chance to be promoted to a restaurant in the provincial capital.

"Okay, I'll take 50 kilograms first." The shopkeeper immediately made the decision, thinking that he had a chance to be promoted.

Fifty jin, fifty cents per jin, that's two liang and five cents.

Feng Jing was pleasantly surprised and said, "Thank you, shopkeeper."

"Hey, follow Aunt Feng to the scale."

On his first business trip, Feng Jing, in order to please others, weighed 50 kilograms and then grabbed another stack, estimating that it would be about 2 kilograms, and said it was a gift.

The shopkeeper was delighted to hear this.

"Miss Tian, ​​which village are you from?"

"We are in Xiaohegou Village, with Taiji Mountain behind us and Sanguan Lake in front of us."

"Oh, I know where it is." The shopkeeper sighed, "Next time if it's out of stock, I'll send my clerk to get it directly, so we don't have to wait."

Tian Youyou was curious, "Boss, why are the pickles selling so fast?"

"Don't call me shopkeeper anymore, just call me Uncle Zhang from now on." The shopkeeper's name is Zhang Jian.

"That day, as soon as you left, the eldest daughter of Mr. Du's family came to our restaurant to treat her friends to a meal. After tasting this pickle, they all said it was delicious."

"When Miss Du saw this, she bought several dozen kilograms from me and shared them with her friends."

"These girls are not all from Anping County, some are from the neighboring county and the capital. When I brought them back and shared them with my family and friends, they also thought they were delicious."

“But they don’t have that.”

"So they sent someone to look for our restaurant again."

A lot of things happened in just three or four days...

Zhang Jian reminded Tian Youyou, "From what I've seen, the restaurants in the neighboring county and the prefectural city will soon know about this pickle, and they might even come to Anping."

"You should pickle more at home."

The way these young ladies from wealthy families made friends was to treat each other to dinner, and they would inevitably ask about Jerusalem artichoke pickles.

As long as one restaurant knows about it, all the restaurants in the city, big and small, will know about it.

If one family has it, then every family should have it.

“The same goes for oily skin.”

Feng Jing was delighted. The more people wanted her, the more money she could earn.

Then her Cui'er and Rong'er can live a good life. In the future, Cui'er can marry a good family and Rong'er can marry a good wife...

She looked at Tian Youyou with gratitude, all thanks to Youyou.

Tian Youyou looked at the sky and it would be noon soon.

"Let me teach Lao Qiu and the others how to cook. These dishes... can be sold at noon today."

"Okay." The shopkeeper was of course happy.

Lao Qiu and his friends are all cooks and they already have a solid foundation.

With a little guidance and explanation from Tian Youyou, they were able to cook the dish.

As noon approached, customers started to arrive at Anping Restaurant.

Originally, Tian Youyou wondered how many people would come to eat at a restaurant in a county town?

Unexpectedly, Anping Restaurant was full in just a short while.

As expected...there are rich people everywhere.

There is a menu sign hanging on the wall of Anping Restaurant. These are new or delicious dishes recommended by the restaurant.

There were a few more fried vegetables on the menu today. The people who came to eat were curious, and after listening to the waiter's recommendation, some people ordered them.

Everyone who ordered it tasted it and said it was delicious.

Others followed suit.

There are eight tofu skin rolls in one dish, which only use eight pieces of reshaped tofu skin, weighing about two taels, with a cost of ten cents. Including the meat, it is sold for eighty cents.

If the customer orders soup, the waiter will ask if they want a rattle roll to dip in the soup.

A set of bell scrolls also consists of eight, with a cost of ten cents and a selling price of thirty cents.

Some people couldn't eat enough and ordered two or three servings.

Some people thought the fried pork rolls were delicious and ordered them to be taken away.

Even though the number of people should decrease on normal days, Anping Restaurant still has many customers.

Zhang Jian was afraid that Tian Youyou and the others would be hungry, so he asked the kitchen to prepare meals for them and set up a small table outside the kitchen.

"There are too many customers today." Zhang Jian happily accompanied them, "They all ordered bean curd skin meat rolls."

"The guy who rolls the bean rolls, his hands are numb from rolling them, haha."

"Some people even want to buy a ringing bell to take back to the hot springs."

"I'm going to tell our chief shopkeeper about this. He has two restaurants in the city."

Through the incident with the pickles, Zhang Jian predicted what would happen next. Instead of waiting for the head manager to find out about Anping's arrival, it would be better for him to take the initiative to recommend him.

In this way, he also showed his face to the chief manager.

"And send some pickles over, too."

"Miss Tian, ​​Sister Feng, I, Zhang Jian, was the first to do this business with you."

"From now on...you have to give me priority in supplying your goods."

Tian Youyou and Feng Jing looked at each other and promised solemnly, "Okay, no problem."

Zhang Jian poured himself a glass of wine and said, "Then I'll toast to you two."

"We drink tea instead of wine." Tian Youyou and Feng Jing drank Jerusalem artichoke flower tea. "Thank you for giving us the opportunity."

After some mutual flattery, the relationship will be established.

"If you have any new ingredients in the future, you must think of me first."

"Then if other people come to sell pickles and oil skin, the shopkeeper must only accept ours."

"If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. As long as I, Zhang Jian, can do it, I will do it without hesitation."

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Xiao Yao was reduced to a background board throughout the whole process.

Tian Shounian did not dare to delay along the way. He returned home, filled a jar of pickles, put a cake in his pocket, and set off again.

After lunch, Tian Youyou and her friends left the cart at Anping Restaurant and went out shopping.

In fact, it can’t be considered shopping, but rather preparation for future transactions.

To pickle more pickles, more pickle jars would be needed. If Tian Shounian bought ten at a time, he didn't know when he would finish all the pickles. It would be better to buy more at one time and have the shop deliver them back to the village.

Feng Jing also needs to buy more pots and build a few more stoves when she returns home...