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

An Qiao saw the little girl staring at her without blinking and got goose bumps all over her body. She quickly asked her to go out and tidy up the table and chairs, and she quickly heated the oil in the pot.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the fragrant smell from the kitchen filled the whole yard.

Qi Tao came forward with a smile and helped An Qiao diligently. She was already hungry after running around all day, not to mention that the food smelled so delicious.

The servants of the tailor shop who passed by kept looking inside, wondering what the newly moved family would cook. It smelled so good, which made them even hungrier. But when they thought of the vegetarian dishes and corn rice that the shopkeeper had given them, they felt that they were even more tasteless. They sighed and went into the tailor shop with the needles and thread they had just bought.

An Qiao and Qi Tao sat in the store, the door was not closed, An Qiao was eating while thinking about what kind of signboard to make. The kitchen still needed to be renovated and connected to the store, otherwise it would be too troublesome to serve the dishes.

I'll find some masons tomorrow and fix up the backyard. Although the house isn't old, it's been uninhabited for nearly a year. It's my own yard, so I'll fix it up. I'll go buy some seeds with Qi Tao and plant the backyard. An Qiao also wants to keep a room dedicated to smoking bacon, brewing wine, and making sauce.

After all, An Qiao was a person who had experienced the afterlife, and he had always wanted to make this place bigger, so naturally he was not satisfied with just running a small shop.

An Qiao thought that she would only cook breakfast at the beginning. Although she had saved a lot of money in the palace, she had not much left after buying a yard and renovating it. In fact, the monthly salary in the palace was not that much. Fortunately, An Qiao cooked well. Once, the imperial concubine in the palace was pregnant with a dragon fetus and could not eat anything. By chance, she ate the cheese made by An Qiao and her appetite was greatly stimulated.

From then on, the word spread that any empress or lady who was not feeling well would ask An Qiao to cook some food for her. Even the emperor would ask An Qiao to cook when he had no appetite.

Every time An Qiao brought the dishes over and came back with money.

Even after running around in the palace, he still saved a lot.

An Qiao was thinking about the development of the small restaurant and what breakfast to start with.

Qi Tao said nothing. She had been with An Qiao for two days, and for some reason, the girl always liked to be in a daze. She also thought the food was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating, so she didn't interrupt An Qiao's thoughts.

After eating and drinking, the sun had just set. An Qiao told Qitao not to wash the dishes and to save them for tomorrow, then she took Qitao out again.

Kyoto Prefecture is really prosperous. At night, the areas near the city center are full of government offices and imperial guards. Small restaurants happen to be within this range, which means that they will not need to close in the future.

According to the rules of Kyoto Prefecture, small shops that do not make loud noises at night can be open 12 hours a day. Although the tax paid for opening shops 12 hours a day is higher, this does not affect the enthusiasm of the people of Kyoto. An Qiao looked at the ancient people who were used to staying up late, and couldn't help but sigh that she was a real good kid in her previous life.

Coming out of the alley, the restaurants were bustling, the whole street was filled with fragrance, and there were small vendors holding small accessories and small snacks to sell on the roadside. An Qiao watched Qi Tao staring at the candied haws, and after thinking about it, she bought two strings. The two girls walked on this busy street with candied haws, and tasted roasted lamb legs, pancakes, and Mayuan dumplings in one night.

They ate until they were full and then they slowly walked home. It was almost midnight and there were still many people on the street. Although there were not many young ladies walking alone, there were still many young men and women.

The next morning, An Qiao and Qi Tao went to the street. They had to find a bricklayer last night to get there, so An Qiao thought it would be better to buy some ingredients first and try to make the food.

They bought some cheap pig offal that no one cared about, some dry goods and seasonings from the dry food store, and a few seasonal vegetables. They also asked Qi Tao to get some rice and flour, and then they returned to the restaurant.

Last night, An Qiao thought about it and finally decided to cook a breakfast and make some braised food as a snack. Some people are willing to buy it back as a dish. Pig offal is not expensive and can be considered a meat dish. If it is handled properly, it will naturally be liked by others.

Clean the pig offal carefully, rub it with a little salt and soak it in clean water. Then pick out the pepper, cinnamon, star anise and a little green onion and ginger bought from the dry food store and arrange them in order. An Qiao also quietly takes out the bay leaves and fine black tea that she secretly brought out when she left the palace yesterday from her bag.

Put the pot in cold water, and then pour all the unappetizing pig offal into it. When the water boiled, Qi Tao frowned and looked at the big pot of pig offal, "Young lady, how can we eat this? It smells too fishy."

"Don't rush to eat it later." An Qiao chuckled and finished blanching it with swift hands and feet.

Use another pot, pour in the spices and put in the pork offal.

Looking at the pot that was already covered with mist, An Qiao licked her lips, rolled up her sleeves and started kneading the dough again. Before long, golden pancakes were stuck into the big pot of stewed pork offal.

The masons outside went from shaking their heads in confusion as to what kind of inferior food this young lady was selling in such a big shop to becoming more and more curious about how this pig's offal could have such a fragrant aroma. In bad years, every household had eaten this pig's offal, but they had never seen anything as fragrant as this.

About an hour later, An Qiao opened the lid, and the aroma immediately spread from the kitchen to the entire store, and then to the surrounding neighborhood. Although the fragrance was not so good that it could be smelled thousands of miles away, several nearby shops could all smell it.

An Qiao invited a few bricklayers and Qi Tao to come and try the flavor.

Qi Tao took a piece of the stewed pig intestine and put it into his mouth. The fresh fragrance filled his mouth instantly. Qi Tao felt that his taste buds were completely opened. What a delicious delicacy. Paired with the golden corn tortilla, it was too delicious.

Several bricklayers were eating so much that their chopsticks were flying.

An Qiao looked at the way everyone ate, nodded with satisfaction, and went forward to taste the pig tongue. It tasted good indeed, but it was a pity that many of the ingredients were restricted outside the palace.

This pack of black tea is of the best quality. If you buy it later, the taste may not be as pure.

Chili peppers were not very popular in this era, so they could only be replaced with dogwood, but the taste of dogwood was not as authentic as chili peppers. An Qiao had seen chili peppers a few times when she was working in the palace, but unfortunately the masters did not like these spicy things, so they did not buy them very often, let alone plant them. She could only look for seeds in the city later, just in case.

He ate the food with his chopsticks while being distracted. In less than a quarter of an hour, the whole pot of pig offal was finished.

"Young lady, your cooking skills are really great." A bricklayer kept smacking his lips.

"Thank you for the compliment. I just made some home-cooked dishes. If you like them, please take care of me in the future." An Qiao smiled.

The bricklayer put the last piece of cake into his mouth and nodded continuously. His home was not far away anyway, and if the price was right, he could come and have a few meals and also buy some for the children.