Picking up a fool to farm

The business of the restaurant is not as prosperous as Yan Chenyi imagined. Since it opens at about 08:30 in the morning, there will be sporadic passing merchants who will come in to eat some casual meals and continue on their way. The busiest time will not be as he thought. The kind of situation where the guests are full and the seats are full.

Yan Chenyi kneaded noodles with cooking oil before the interview, while Sibo sat beside him drinking water from a teacup, watching his back with good eyes.

Master Liu thought it was funny seeing his concentration, so he went over to tease him and asked, "You care so much about your brother."

Sibo squinted at him and said nothing.

Master Liu still thought it was quite interesting, so he leaned over and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Sibo squinted at him again, but didn't speak.

Yan Chenyi looked up at the two of them, then continued kneading the dough with his hands.

Master Liu continued his efforts, and even reached out to add tea to Sibo's teacup. He smiled and said, "Talk to me, it's so boring to just watch it. If you talk to me, I'll cook something delicious for you at night."

Sibo didn't squint at him this time, but turned his head to look at him, curled his lips in disgust, and opened his mouth and said: "The food you cook is not as good as Chenchen, so don't eat your cooking."

Hey!

The three little cooks who were helping Yan Chenyi with the things at the side were all startled, thinking that this man looks quite smart, how could he speak without going through his brain.

Even Master Liu dared to offend him. He was not afraid of eating dead rats while eating.

However, it is impossible for Master Liu to care about him as a fool. Boss Zhang came over to say hello just now, so he will not be so stingy, and what he said is the truth.

"Then what did Mr. Xiao do for you when you were at home?" Master Liu was very curious, and it was rare for Sibo to take care of him, so he had no choice but to take the opportunity to ask more questions.

When Sibo heard him ask what Chenchen made for himself when he was at home, his attitude changed immediately, and he said with a smile: "I ate fried pancakes in the morning, it was delicious, and there were elbow flowers and pickles."

Master Liu blinked and swallowed unconsciously.

What is fried cake? Can the fried cake be fried?

"Then what did you eat yesterday?" After a while, he asked Yan Chenyi how to make the pancakes, and he thought they were delicious.

"Yesterday?" Sibo scratched his chin, raised his face and thought for a while, then clapped his hands and shouted: "Dumplings, Chenchen is amazing, he made a lot of dumplings, so big." The master shakes.

The corner of Master Liu's mouth twitched, thinking that the dumpling was about to catch up with the meat bun.

Yan Chenyi was putting the freshly kneaded dough on the cage drawer, and he was happy when he heard what Sibo said, "Don't talk nonsense, it's not so big."

Sibo curled his lips, thinking that it was so big, but it was delicious.

Master Liu saw that he had put the steamer in the big pot and started to steam, so he asked, "What did you do, Mister?"

"It's just ordinary steamed noodles, and I'll fry them later." Wiping his hands, he walked over and sat down, seeing that Master Liu was still looking at him curiously, with an expression that wanted to ask but couldn't hold back He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "It's not a rare thing, it's just an ordinary shortbread."

Master Liu nodded, but he was thinking about what Yan Chenyi did just now, and he always felt that it was no different from the shortbread he usually made, but it was just an extra steaming process than his own.

After staring at it for about 15 minutes, Yan Chenyi asked the little cook beside him to lower the heat and continue to steam for another 15 minutes.

Sibo leaned over to the pot and smelled it, but there was no smell.

"Chenchen, is this sweet?" Sitting back beside Yan Chenyi, he leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Yan Chenyi nodded and said with a smile: "Sweet, don't you like sweet food, I put sugar in it."

Sibo shook his head happily, Chenchen was the best for him.

Master Liu frowned when Yan Chenyi said that the sugar was added, thinking that it was oily and sugary, wouldn't it taste greasy?

But he didn't make a sound. Making dim sum is a handicraft. If you don't have any skills, you don't dare to start it.

When the time is up, Yan Chenyi takes the steamed golden yellow dough out of the pot, puts it on the chopping board and rolls it flat with a rolling pin, then sprinkles the sesame seeds fried by the little chef on the side, and rolls up the dough .

"What is this for?" Master Liu was puzzled.

Yan Chenyi smiled, took a knife and sliced ​​the noodle rolls into small rolls of about the same size, and then pulled the small rolls aside with both hands, instantly lengthening them.

Sibo clapped his hands, thinking it looked good.

Roll the elongated noodle roll backhand twice, put it on the panel and press it, and flatten it.

"Please help me heat up the frying pan."

The little cook on the side nodded quickly, thinking that Mr. Xiao is too powerful, and his technique is very skilled.

He pressed this side two or three times to form a noodle cake, and the oil pan on the other side quickly heated up. When he put the pressed noodle cake into the oil pan, there was a crackling sound.

Because the dough is cooked just now, it doesn’t need to be fried for too long. As soon as the skin turns brown, take it out and put it aside to control the oil.

Sibo was already swallowing his saliva at the moment, he smelled a good smell, but he sat there without moving, he remembered that Chenchen said that he was not allowed to go to the side of the pot.

Twenty palm-sized shortbreads were ready and placed on a plate, Yan Chenyi thanked the little cook, raised his head and waved to Sibo, "Come and taste."

Sibo rushed over immediately, grabbing chopsticks without even using his hands.

Yan Chenyi stopped him quickly with his eyes and hands, and stared at him, "It's hot!"

Sibo smirked, took a shortbread with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to bite, when he saw Yan Chenyi staring at him, he blew it quickly, and then took a bite cautiously.

"Oh!" After biting down, his eyes widened.

"It's hot?" Yan Chenyi hurried over to get him some tea, "Spit it out."

Sibo chewed and swallowed with staring eyes, and said with a smile: "It's delicious, it's delicious."

As he spoke, he brought the shortbread that he had bitten into Yan Chenyi's mouth, "Chenchen eat."

Yan Chenyi leaned over and took a bite, then nodded, "Eat it."

Sibo nodded his head, clicked on the pancakes, and shook his head while eating. The satisfied look on his face made people jealous.

The eyes of the little cooks on the side were straightened. The shortbread was really delicious after it was baked, and they were also greedy.

"Don't just look at it, eat it too, he can't finish it by himself." Yan Chenyi smiled and pointed to the plate, then took three small plates and put them in, walked to Master Liu and sat down, Passed it to him and said: "Master Liu also try it, and help to give pointers."

Master Liu nodded, took a bite, frowned, took another bite, and said after swallowing, "You can open a dim sum shop by yourself with this skill."

Yan Chenyi pursed his lips and chuckled, and asked: "If I want to do this kind of business in our restaurant, can I do it?"

Master Liu understood what he meant as soon as he rolled his eyes, nodded and pointed at Yan Chenyi with a smile: "You look very simple and honest, but you have so many ghostly thoughts."

"Look at what you said, I just want to earn more money, who needs to have a few housekeeping skills." After receiving Master Liu's answer, Yan Chenyi felt a little confident in his heart, and said to Master Liu Then I took two pastries and went to talk to Boss Zhang about cooperation.

Sibo couldn't care less about following Yan Chenyi at the moment, he was protecting the plate, and each of the little cooks took one, and originally wanted to take another one, but seeing his fierce eyes with round eyes was quite scary, I lost my mind.

I licked my lips and thought it was delicious. It turns out that sweet shortbread can be so delicious.

……

No one knows what Yan Chenyi said to Boss Zhang, but Yan Chenyi was smiling when he came out of Boss Zhang's room, and Boss Zhang ate up the two shortbreads in the house, even the food on the plate The crumbs were all picked up and eaten.

It can be seen that he is also very satisfied.

"What did you say to that old man? Just now he was smiling all over his face." After finishing his busy work in the afternoon, Master Liu found time to go to the accountant. He really couldn't bear his curiosity.

"I didn't say anything, I just told him that dim sum is sold every three days in the restaurant, try to sell it a few times first." Yan Chenyi put the sorted accounts aside, got up and poured water for Master Liu.

Si Bo was feeding fodder to the guest's horses with the boy from the stable, and Yan Chenyi ignored him.

"Sell it once every three days? If it sells well, it won't be enough." Master Liu opened his mouth wide in surprise. He didn't want to learn this skill from Yan Chenyi. Making dim sum requires effort and skill Not yet.

He can't learn it for a while, and he doesn't like these things. He still prefers cooking in a big pot.

"What's wrong with not enough to sell, if anyone who buys it can eat it, then the price will be lower." Yan Chenyi waved his hand indifferently, what he wanted was not enough to sell.

Everyone can eat it for a long time, and it will lose its novelty, and if it can't be sold at a price, it will easily make people bored. This is not what he wants.

Master Liu sighed, feeling that Yan Chenyi's idea was too special for him to understand.

"The old man agrees?"

"Well, but I get less and he gets more. After all, all the materials are from restaurants, so I just get a manual fee." Yan Chenyi calculated on the paper at the side, thinking that it was manual fee He is also very profitable.

Master Liu patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You ghost, don't you just sell one kind of dim sum?"

"Of course it won't be one kind. You can sell shortbread this month and others next month. You can make a reservation. I'll see how to sell it after I list out all the dim sum I can make. Hehe, there should be quite a few of them. Where's the money?" Yan Chenyi was delighted, and the little abacus in his heart was crackling.

He was not stupid, he told Master Liu that he was just earning a manual fee, but in fact he knew in his heart that at least he was right.

Sibo stood outside the accountant's window and stared blankly at Yan Chenyi who squinted his eyes. He had never seen Chenchen smile like this. He was so cute and wanted to hug and kiss him.