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

An Qiao's eyes lit up. This pig offal was really good. Just by looking at it, she could imagine how delicious it would be when cooked. She nodded and asked Old Zhu to calculate the money. Old Zhu was very happy to see that the young lady really wanted to buy it. He immediately found a scale to calculate the money for An Qiao.

"Can you please help me send it to South City? Our two ladies can't carry it." Old Zhu nodded hurriedly, fearing that An Qiao would go back on her word. The sound of him turning the abacus could be heard by people sitting next door.

"By the way, boss, do you have this much pig offal every day?"

Old Zhu nodded bitterly, "It's still not a lot today."

Isn't this a stable supply? An Qiao was overjoyed. "Okay, okay, boss, can you deliver pig offal to our shop every day? If you can, I'll buy it every day."

Old Zhu nodded in agreement, and happily carried two large buckets of pig offal and left. An Qiao and Qi Tao hurried to follow. The two large buckets cost less than two hundred copper coins, which was a good deal. An Qiao could double or triple his money with one serving of the offal.

As soon as they returned to the restaurant, An Qiao and Qi Tao started to work, washing the pig offal and removing the fat. While washing, Qi Tao said to An Qiao, "My dear, this smell is so strong, why don't you stop it? I feel like I smell like pig offal."

An Qiao smiled and said, "You'll get used to it. Get it done quickly and get some dry food and vegetables."

The shiitake mushrooms and bean curd sheets have been soaked in water, but the bean sprouts and tofu still need to be cleaned.

An Qiao cooked two bowls of noodles. After they had a bite, they hurriedly started blanching the food. The longer the food is braised, the more flavorful it becomes.

After blanching, adding ingredients and cooking the pig offal, the two of them had time to catch their breath.

Being so busy every day would be fulfilling, but as soon as there were more people, it would be too much to handle. An Qiao thought that she would buy a servant after the restaurant made a few taels of silver.

Qi Tao was so tired that he could hardly stand, but he did not forget the seeds he bought yesterday. If he didn't plant them, several vegetables would be out of season. He took a small shovel and went to the backyard to dig the soil.

An Qiao continued to prepare the vegetarian food in the front yard, waiting for the pig to be boiled until soft.

The pot stickers we ate yesterday really went well with the pig offal, but they lost their delicious flavor once they left the pot. Plus, many people went home for dinner, so the pot stickers might not have sold so well.

So I only made a small amount of pot stickers today. If you eat them in the store, you can make them on the spot. Anyway, pot stickers only need to be put in the pot and baked, and they can be eaten in a short time.

It was not yet time for dinner, but someone was vaguely looking in at the door. The whole alley could smell the braised pig offal. Today the quantity was large, and the smell was much stronger and more fragrant than yesterday. Qi Tao looked at it eagerly several times, then went back to her fields, and couldn't help but come to the kitchen to take a few deep sniffs.

When it was almost cooked, An Qiao took out a small pot and scooped out half of it for dinner for her and Qi Tao.

Open the lid and start business.

The servant in the tailor shop outside the door finally couldn't stand it anymore after being attracted by the different aromas for two days, and rushed in first, "Young lady, I want a big portion!"

An Qiao called Qi Tao over and started to serve the braised food to the servant. The braised food had soup, so it was not convenient to use oil paper. But An Qiao had thought about this earlier today, so she bought some paper bowls. Although these paper bowls did not feel as hard as those in later generations, they were enough to last for an hour or two. Every household would change the bowls after buying them, so it was no big deal.

There were servants from several nearby shops who came out to buy some, and some were buying for their masters. Although they were a little disgusted when they heard that it was pig offal, they could not resist the smell and thought of buying some to take back and try.

The two large pots of pork offal were quickly sold out by the morning's casual customers, clerks, the bricklayers who had eaten there yesterday, as well as some passers-by and neighbors.

Qi Tao ate the pig offal that An Qiao had left for her with great satisfaction. The soup seemed to be richer today and it smelled so good that she felt her ears were about to fall off. She looked at the copper coins piled up like a small mountain and felt even more satisfied.

An Qiao is not as carefree as Qi Tao. Although sales are good today, seeing that they are all nearby residents, this place is still some distance from the main street. If these people come here every day, they will be scared of eating. She can only either keep changing the way of making food, or find some way to promote the store.

It may not be enough to rely solely on repeat customers and the few sporadic customers brought by repeat customers.

It was the beginning of summer, and An Qiao was thinking of making some sour plum drinks and some ice jelly to promote them, or setting up a small stall would be fine.

After dinner, An Qiao found a chair and sat under the huge locust tree at the door. The cool evening breeze made An Qiao feel relaxed, which was rare.

Shaking his head to put all those thoughts behind him, Qitao handed a bowl of sugar-coated tomatoes to Anqiao. This was the recipe that Anqiao taught Qitao yesterday. Qitao thought it was delicious, so he bought half a basket of tomatoes when he bought the pig offal today.

A few days passed like this. On the one hand, An Qiao was worrying about how to expand and strengthen the store, and on the other hand, she was busy selling food. In recent days, the breakfast sales were particularly good. An Qiao kept changing the ingredients in the pancakes and pot cakes, and added sesame peanut butter, cold shredded potatoes, black fungus and cucumber rolls into the pot cakes. The breakfast sold quite a lot.

It is the pig offal from the night. At the beginning, the supply was in short supply. After everyone had tasted it, they only bought some every few days. After all, it was not a very expensive meat dish, and it was impossible to eat the same thing every day.

Although it is not to the point of losing money, the profit is slowly decreasing. No matter how delicious the food is, it is impossible to eat it every day. Even Qi Tao couldn't help shaking his head while eating it.

An Qiao also bought some pork elbows, pig ears, and pig trotters to stew. Although there was not much left every day, it was still far from An Qiao's goal of opening restaurants all over Kyoto.

Looking at Qi Tao's thin body since he was bought, although it doesn't look so sick now, he hasn't gained any weight. In addition, An Qiao is also very tired. Finally, one afternoon when the pig offal was stewed, An Qiao decided to go out and buy a servant. The pot needs someone to cook, so Qi Tao had to stay in the shop.

Walking to the street of human traffickers, An Qiao picked a shop that she liked and walked in. Immediately, a human trafficker came up to greet her, "Young lady, are you looking for a maid?"

An Qiao shook her head. "Do you have a servant who can cook or write a few words or draw a few pictures?"

The trafficker stood there and thought carefully. Most of the people in this shop were selling their bodies for their brothers and sisters-in-law. Those who were good at farming were good at it, but those who could write and draw had already gone to school. Those who were good at cooking had opened their own shops. The young lady was also a little amused.

Seeing that Ren Yazi was stunned, An Qiao realized that what she said was a little unreasonable, so she said to Ren Yazi, "Why don't you take me to have a look, and I'll choose after seeing it."

The human trafficker hadn't placed an order today, so he decided to just take a look. It wouldn't cost him anything, so he took An Qiao into the backyard.

There were quite a few people standing inside. Some of the old women who looked higher in status could stand in the front and sit on a small stool. Most of the young children stood in the back. Probably the broker asked them to stand in a straight line so that the chances of selling the items would be greater.

An Qiao was not very satisfied with the servants she saw. Most of them looked miserable. She felt that the servants she bought would either be good at work or be good at persuading people to be ladies. She immediately thought of the servants of various types in the novels of later generations. An Qiao still wanted to buy a clever and playful boy.

After all, he didn't really want servants, it was more like choosing brothers and sisters.