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

Gu Qingyun comforted him, "No, don't worry, we will find your cousin."

Looking at the time, it was already late, so he could only nod to An Qiao and said, "I'll send him back first."

An Qiao also nodded. When she heard the "ding dong" sound at the door, she knew that tonight would also be a busy night.

In autumn, the dry air and the gradually cold wind made An Qiao feel uncomfortable in her throat, so she thought about making tofu pudding in the morning.

I soaked the beans as soon as I got up, and soaked them for 4 hours. After the beans were soaked, they were ground into raw soy milk with a stone mill. The ground raw soy milk was wrapped with gauze and the bean dregs were filtered out.

Put the filtered soy milk into the pot and cook it. Cover it with a lid and simmer it for a while. After taking it out of the pot, stir the soy milk with a small spoon and pour in wood ash.

Soon, the milky white and rich-flavored tofu pudding came out of the oven.

At this time, An Qiao had just brought out the tofu pudding from the backyard. The aroma was so fragrant that the whole restaurant was filled with the fresh scent of tofu.

As An Qiao scooped out a bowl, the bell on the table started to ring.

"Don't play tricks on me, I pressed it first." One diner was angry, and another diner added, "Everyone pressed it, but you were the most anxious. I didn't say I wanted to take yours. Didn't you see that the young lady has such a big pot?"

An Qiao quickly scooped another bowl, "Do you want sweet, salty, or spicy? Don't worry, everyone has a share."

"Sweet!"

"Salty!"

"spicy!"

Everyone had their own flavor, so An Qiao made some of each and served them to everyone in turn.

The autumn wind is blowing, and many people have recently gone to restaurants to keep warm. At first, they all ordered some tea and occasionally some snacks, but as time went on, they would always want to have something when they smelled all kinds of aromas.

The late-night snack stalls are highly random, but they mostly suit the tastes of most people, so they make a lot of money.

An Qiao looked at the tofu pudding and thought that she could combine tofu pudding with milk tea tomorrow and launch a new product there.

While everyone is eating tofu pudding, no one has placed an order yet.

An Qiao poured the osmanthus flowers she picked in the afternoon into a small jar, adding a layer of sugar and a layer of osmanthus flowers.

Osmanthus honey is most commonly used to make desserts. After a few days, when more people are selling osmanthus, I will buy more to make osmanthus honey, which can be sold or used to make desserts.

An Qiao had just washed her hands when the tinkling sound started again.

"Grill skewers, little lady."

"Young lady, stewed food."

……

This is a common way of ordering at midnight snack stalls. Different people want to eat different things and can order different foods, but the specific ingredients are decided by Anqiao.

There were quite a lot of grilled skewers today. They were all chicken and mutton offal. An Qiao sprinkled some oil on them, put the marinated meat on the iron plate, and then turned around to scoop up a bowl of marinated mutton offal and brought it over.

"Ding-dong-"

"Wow, it's so windy outside." The person who came was Hu Quan, the shopkeeper next door.

"The wind has been a bit strong recently, please come in. What would you like to eat?" An Qiao smiled at the visitor.

"I won't drink tonight. I seem to smell the scent of tofu pudding. Give me a bowl." Hu Quan probably solved his biggest worry, and he looked much more cheerful now.

An Qiao nodded, "Sweet or salty?"

Hu Quan said without thinking, "Sweet."

An Qiao scooped a bowl for him and listened to him ask, "Is there any meat that's not too spicy?"

An Qiao turned around and scooped some oden for him, "These aren't too spicy."

An Qiao was busy until late at night, and most of the people had left.

A young man who had been sitting in the corner eating silently stood up and walked to the bar, "I wonder if the young lady could borrow some of the banquet outside?"

An Qiao was stunned. She had opened the shop for more than half a year, and this was the first time she received such an invitation.

Fearing that it would be presumptuous to refuse or accept directly, he asked, "What kind of banquet?"

"Just come to my house and cook for people, like a midnight snack. The young lady just sits at the front desk and cooks, and everyone can choose whatever they like." The young man said again.

"Your family must have many chefs who are better than me. If you like this method, you can ask your chef to do it this way." An Qiao replied.

It’s not that she didn’t want to answer, but the young man’s words were vague, so An Qiao followed him and practiced Tai Chi.

The young man was indeed anxious. "The chefs in my house don't cook as well as you do, otherwise why would I come here so often to eat? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about anything, just sit there and cook. If you are worried, I can prepare a separate room for you. As long as you are willing to come, I am willing to spend 500 taels a day."

An Qiao's pupils shrank sharply. 500 taels was more than the house she was going to buy tomorrow, and more than the net profit she had saved from her three stores in two months.

500 taels.

An Qiao quickly calmed down, not wanting the other party to see her anxiety, and said, "It's not impossible, but you should explain it clearly, so that you and I can both feel at ease."

"My birthday is in ten days. My parents are too busy to take care of me and I don't want to lose out in front of my classmates. There will be a poetry gathering, singing and dancing on that day. It will be very interesting." The young man frowned slightly.

An Qiao organized her words in her mind before saying, "Then... Young Master should inform his parents."

The young man didn't react. He was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "Are you trying to say that I can't make the decision? How could I not make the decision? Just come."

"Sir, you have misunderstood. After all, this is your family dinner. It might not be appropriate if I don't tell my father and mother. You and I are both unmarried... I have no intention of slandering you, but..." An Qiao immediately retreated. She didn't dare to really anger anyone's young master.

The young man's expression softened a little. "Okay, don't think too much. I will tell my parents. I will write you an invitation letter when the time comes."

An Qiao nodded and said, "We'll talk about it when the time comes." At first, An Qiao was indeed overwhelmed by the 500 taels of silver, but when she thought about it carefully, there was no finality in the matter, so she would talk about it when she had the chance.

The young man snorted, paid the bill for tonight, and turned away.

After An Qiao packed up her things, she fell asleep.

The next day, just as they started selling breakfast, Hu Quan led a little girl into the restaurant and said, "My dear, my little daughter heard that I had tofu pudding last night and she's been clamoring to eat some. Do you have any more today?"

An Qiao pointed to the pot, indicating that it was empty, and then said, "Your daughter is prone to rashes, which is mostly due to congenital deficiencies or related to breast milk. Tofu, soy milk, tofu brain, mutton, etc. are all irritants. If you eat them, you will be more likely to get rashes. You should eat less in the future, especially in spring and autumn, when the air is dry and it is more likely to get rashes."

Hu Quan immediately squatted down to coax his little girl after hearing this, "Be good, my dear. You can't eat these when you have a rash. When you get better, Dad will buy them for you."

The little girl's eyes were red and her face was full of grievance, but she still nodded.