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

The driver was a local, honest and hardworking. Gu Qingyun stuttered when asked, saying that he was just following orders and did whatever the maid told him to do.

He couldn't say anything when asked again, and Gu Qingyun didn't make things difficult for him. He just told him to come back if he had any questions next time.

When they went out, they only saw Li Qing sitting in the corridor sighing. Zhao Huaiqing was still puzzled. The two of them had some affection for each other. "What's wrong with you?"

"Alas - because of what happened yesterday, all the guards in this mansion are used to guard against me alone. Alas... yesterday I promised the little beggar that I would bring more food later, but now I don’t know when I can go out again." Li Qing sighed a hundred times after these three sentences, acting as if the world doesn't understand him.

Zhao Huaiqing didn't know what to say. After all, she was a girl, and it seemed against the rules for her to go out every day. "Hey... they will remember the Seven-Colored Hero."

Li Qing could only sit in the yard and sigh, looking at the other side of the eaves. Now she was not even allowed to go up to the roof. Sigh...

Several people were exhausted. An Qiao was also exhausted today. After just two days of opening, there was not much left from the first batch of goods. An Qiao had been working hard for the past two days, processing different fruits and vegetables and making different canned sauces, but he still felt that the supply was not enough to meet the demand.

He said he was going to buy some people and a farm or something, but he didn't even have the time to go out and look around. He was so busy that it seemed like he wouldn't be able to see tomorrow's sunrise.

An Qiao secretly decided that no matter what happened tomorrow, she had to get some crayfish to eat, otherwise summer would be over.

Although she is so busy and tired every day, this is indeed a rare comfortable day for An Qiao after she traveled through time. Although she was not bullied in the palace before, she was not a master after all. There were many and complicated things to do every day. Now she can say that all the hard work has paid off.

The busyness of the Dali Temple did not affect the food in the restaurant, nor did it affect Gu Qingyun's appetite.

When I bought breakfast in the morning, I saw An Qiao holding a large bowl of scary-looking lobsters. Although I had seen this before, most restaurants were unwilling to cook it. This lobster was harder than ordinary shrimps, difficult to shed, and had less meat.

But maybe it was because the restaurant gave Gu Qingyun a natural sense of trust, but he felt that it might be a good choice.

Plus, An Qiao's excited expression while washing the lobsters suggested that they might be delicious. With this in mind, Gu Qingyun spent the whole morning looking for clues in a pile of files while also thinking about those waving lobsters.

Finally, it was noon. Gu Qingyun couldn't wait to rush to the Kyoto Restaurant. He saw Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan also going there. "What are you two doing there?"

Zhao Huaiqing was not afraid of this Shaoqing Lord after get off work, and immediately became casual, "Whatever you go to do, we will go to do it."

Gu Qingyun gritted his teeth and said, "You guys should eat less. An Qiao doesn't cook much each time. If you guys eat, what will I eat?"

"Sir Shaoqing, what you said is true. If you eat it, we will not eat much. Besides, lobsters can be eaten as much as they can. It's just a taste of something new."

The few of them walked towards the restaurant while arguing, and even went to the backyard as if they were familiar with the route. Others in the restaurant saw this but didn't say anything. These people were also regular customers, and their charges were different from those in the front yard. They even looked more like the young lady's friends.

As soon as they entered the backyard, they were attracted by several large pots. An Qiao saw someone coming and said, "Come on, these are for you. I've kept some for Qi Tao and the others." She introduced them as she spoke, "These are garlic, spicy, and spiced... Try them all and see which one you like."

Several people were eager to come forward, and An Qiao said, "This crayfish is best eaten with your hands. Come here and wash your hands, and eat it directly with your hands."

"Go ahead, that's so rude." Zhao Huaiqing hadn't had his germaphobia for a long time. An Qiao rolled her eyes and said, "I won't be responsible if you can't beat them later."

After saying that, he turned around and served a pot of lemon kumquat tea to the group. It was already the end of summer, and the lobsters would not be available for a long time. An Qiao only served crayfish, and the sales were not good. However, after today, the sales would probably pick up again. An Qiao thought that he would make it first, and then he could only sell it for about ten days.

Gu Qingyun took the lead. He had eaten this dish once before, steamed, and it didn't taste good, even a bit earthy. But An Qiao was obviously fried, it looked bright red and looked very good.

An Qiao couldn't help laughing as she watched them peeling shrimps in a funny way. Gu Qingyun was about to laugh at An Qiao when he saw An Qiao's fingers flying. She quickly picked out the shrimp meat intact and put it into her mouth.

"Young lady, you are so good at it. How did you do it? Please teach me." Zhao Huaiqing's eyes were shining. Whatever uncivilized words were to hell.

An Qiao slowed down the performance again and performed it for a few people. The three of them were not stupid and they mastered the technique immediately. One by one, the red shrimp meat was put into their mouths.

The garlic flavor is rich, and it covers the original earthy smell of the shrimp meat, which is really fragrant. The garlic is fried dry by Anqiao, and I feel very comfortable when I eat it one bite after another, not to mention a sip of lemon kumquat tea. This is simply a fairy life.

Gu Qingyun likes spicy food, but Zhao Huaiqing can't control his drooling and runny nose after eating it, but he can't help wanting to eat it, so he has to accept his fate and let it go.

It was the five-spice one, and it did smell very fragrant, but compared to the other two, it didn't seem to be that fragrant. So the reaction was mediocre, and An Qiao ate while watching the reactions of several people.

Although these people have special diets and almost always cook separately, they are also good food tasters.

Gu Qingyun likes spicy food, Zhao Huaiqing likes sweet food, and Wu Huan can eat anything but seems to like fried and crispy food very much.

Although it does not represent the taste of the entire era, it generally covers a wide range of tastes. Each time the food is tasted, the recipe can be adjusted according to different groups of people, which can be said to be a win-win situation.

As An Qiao was eating, she thought, if there was an ice beer, wouldn't it be wonderful? Unfortunately, she hadn't figured out how to make her own beer yet, otherwise this kind of food paired with beer would probably sell well.

After dinner, they returned to Dali Temple. An Qiao also went out to look for a pawnshop to see if there was a suitable shop to sell. Although it is now quite successful, it is still a long way from becoming a chain store and opening all over the mainland.

Besides, the current customer base is still middle-class people. The upper-class people at most buy some canned food and take some snacks, but they don’t come to the restaurant to eat.

This road is indeed long and arduous.