Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

The next morning, after selling breakfast, An Qiao found a few carpenters, bricklayers and some skilled builders and went back to the restaurant. He made some demands on the workers, gave them a deposit of twenty taels, and left them alone.

It's probably the rainy season, as the rain outside has been falling non-stop. An Qiao wants to make some fruit wine today, and the wine cabinet she ordered in the morning cannot be wasted.

Wine, plum wine, lemon wine, lychee wine, An Qiao felt happy just thinking about it. She called over Koi, Qi Tao and Yi Yi. The children began to process the fruits, washing them several times in well water and then taking them out to drain.

First, grapes. Wine was quite popular in this era, and many restaurants had homemade wine. Washed grapes were crushed by hand, and some sugar was put into the jar as a base. Then the grapes were poured into the jar, and then a dozen jars were placed in the main hall.

As soon as they finished making the wine, they felt a little tired. This job looked simple, but it took a lot of effort to do it.

Next, process the green plums, remove the stems with a stick, put them in several large wooden basins, sprinkle salt into them, soak them for an hour, then scrub them clean, and finally dry them under the porch.

During this time, An Qiao and Qi Tao scrubbed all the lemons to remove the glaze on the skin to prevent bitterness. They also sliced ​​and seeded them, put rock sugar in the jar, spread the lemons on top, and then poured the white wine bought outside into the jar and carried them all into the shade of the main room.

After all these were done, it was time for dinner, but the restaurant was closed for dinner today. An Qiao had already put up a sign last night, and would only open after the renovation was completed. Currently, most of the construction was on the second floor, so the breakfast area on the first floor could still sell some food, but it would not be able to do so in a few days.

An Qiao asked the younger ones to eat first, but they all said they wanted to finish their work together before eating. An Qiao had no choice but to direct them to take out the jars one by one, put a layer of rock sugar and a layer of green plums on them, and also pour wine on them and put them all in the main room.

After making the green plum wine, they returned to the courtyard. Qitao and Jinli had already peeled all the lychees. Lychees are precious, and it cost nearly ten taels of silver to buy some. Compared with others, this lychee wine can only be used to make two small jars. They put a layer of rock sugar and a layer of lychees in, and then pour the wine on top.

Looking at the room full of wine and sauces, An Qiao felt a sense of accomplishment.

The younger ones were already feeling drowsy due to the wine. They couldn't tell whether it was because they had been smelling the wine for too long, or because the aroma of wine and fruit in the room was too intoxicating.

On the other side, Gu Qingyun, Wu Huan and Zhao Huaiqing had just set out on their way back to the Dali Temple. They went out in the morning and were busy outside for the whole day. Fortunately, they were not without gain.

As expected, they were turned away as soon as they arrived at Zhou's house in the morning, and had no chance to see Miss Zhou. Gu Qingyun thought of taking the poison, and felt that Miss Zhou was really dangerous, so he had to keep knocking on the door. In the end, he opened the door because of his status as the Junior Secretary of the Dali Temple and the legitimate son of the Marquis's mansion.

Gu Qingyun only told the boy who opened the door that Miss Zhou was in danger and that closing the door would be of no use.

No matter how much Mr. Zhou disliked his daughter, he had no intention of killing her, and eventually let them in.

Just like yesterday, several people sat in the house and waited for a long time before Zhou Juren walked in with a serious face. No matter what Gu Qingyun said, he just said that it would be the same if he told him anything. His daughter was still a virgin and could not see a man outside.

Gu Qingyun was helpless and just said that the two young ladies of the Qin family died of poisoning, and the next one might be Miss Zhou. Mr. Zhou cursed again, repeating that his daughter was clean and innocent, and was a virgin.

The more Mr. Zhou acted like this, the more strange it seemed to Gu Qingyun and the other two. Could it be that Miss Zhou had been deflowered? Otherwise, why would Mr. Zhou care so much about it?

Gu Qingyun thought that he would probably encounter this kind of situation today, so he went to the temple to ask the Lord to issue a search warrant. Even if Zhou Juren wanted to drive them away today, he couldn't.

Gu Qingyun took out two official documents, saying only that Miss Zhou did not have to go directly to the Dali Temple prison, but he had to see Miss Zhou today no matter what.

No matter how unreasonable Mr. Zhou was, he had no way to refuse and could only leave in anger.

The three of them were left alone in the house again. Gu Qingyun had no choice but to ask the maid at the door to lead the way. However, everyone in the house was unmoved and kept saying that the master would not lead the way, so there was nothing anyone could do.

Gu Qingyun had no choice but to take the official document and ask everyone he met. He found Miss Zhou's courtyard through the eyes of the maid who had been dodging him.

Seeing this Miss Zhou, Gu Qingyun and the others were all surprised. Her face was pale, but her rouge and lipstick were painted very red. Her dress was also red. She was half lying on the couch. Her snow-white skin was even more weird. It was a bit scary at first glance. It can be said that this Miss Zhou, with only pale white and bright red on her body, looked a bit unreal.

"Master Shaoqing, I heard that you have been trying like crazy to find a way to see me outside recently." Zhou Yu gathered her dress, picked up a lychee and took a bite, then looked at Gu Qingyun.

Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan silently turned their eyes away. Although no one spoke, they seemed to hear the other shouting, "Fairy, fairy!"

Gu Qingyun stepped forward calmly and said, "Miss Zhou's skin is so white, I'm afraid she has been poisoned?"

Zhou Yu laughed, a little out of breath, "Sir Shaoqing, I have never been poisoned."

Gu Qingyun asked again, "Miss Zhou, can you tell me what happened that day?"

"That day, which day?" Zhou Yu's hands were so white that they were almost transparent. It was unclear whether it was because the light from outside was shining on her or because of the bright red nails.

"Let's start from the day you were invited to the Qin family." Gu Qingyun sat down and took out a pen and paper.

"What's the benefit, Lord Shaoqing?" Zhou Yu's voice was tender and lazy, and it sounded a little coquettish. She was as charming as a cat slave.

"Both of your sisters are dead. If you don't tell me, you will most likely be the next one." Gu Qingyun's voice was unquestionable. Zhou Yu didn't seem to be afraid. "I know, the mistresses of Master Jia and Master Gu are not easy to mess with. You can find out if you check."

"What happened that day? Did anything happen between these two masters and you or Miss Qin?" Gu Qingyun repeated it again. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and he was becoming more and more irritated.

"If the Shaoqing can bring the criminal to justice, I will let you know." Zhou Yu looked at Gu Qingyun steadily, as if she was eager for the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple to give her a positive answer.

Gu Qingyun nodded, and Zhou Yuping dismissed everyone. Then he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and began to tell the story.