It was not that Su Qingluan didn't hear her mother-in-law shouting almost at the top of her lungs behind her, but she still couldn't slow down her pace - it would take more than half an hour to get back to Huaxi Village. If she made blood sausage there, it would be very difficult. The fresh pig blood inside, which was so easy to get, has long since solidified.
"Auntie, I'm going to deal with this pig's blood first. You go home and wait for me!" After saying these words from a distance, Su Qingluan trotted away, leaving only the dust behind him, leaving Yang's Completely forgotten.
Yang ran for two steps, but she really couldn't catch up with her rabbit-like daughter, so she could only stop slowly and take a breath.
Suddenly thinking about Su Qingluan telling her that the Liu family had started to open a sewer stall today, Yang thought for a while and turned around and went to the place where the Su family originally opened the stall to see how the situation was, which could be considered as a way to support the Liu family.
Su Qingluan turned around and headed to Hongfu Building. Because she was afraid that she would disturb the guests with a bucket of pig blood so "bloody", she deliberately took a short detour and went directly to the kitchen at the back through the back door.
Although customers had already started arriving in the front at this time, the peak flow of customers had not yet reached, so only about half of the stoves in the back were burning with a strong fire. The sound of various pots, pans and pans clashing with each other and Xu Yuanwei's unique loud voice made the kitchen very lively.
Seeing someone coming in from outside, Xu Yuanwei subconsciously chased them away: "No one can enter the back kitchen. If you want something, go to the waiter in front, not the back kitchen."
After saying that, he continued to scold the little chefs: "What are you looking at? You should be more agile. Didn't you see that the guests couldn't wait and ran to the back kitchen?!"
Su Qingluan: ...She said with a bit of laughter and tears: "Chef Xu, it's me!"
Xu Yuanwei just faced the stove inside, and only glanced at the door with his peripheral vision, so he didn't notice who the person was or what he looked like.
Hearing the familiar voice, he suddenly turned his head to look at Su Qingluan at the door, and then smiled: "Isn't this Mrs. Su? But I haven't seen her sometimes!"
Su Qingluan was a little embarrassed: "I've been really busy recently."
"I heard that," Xu Yuanwei pointed in the direction of the little helpers, "these little ones have told me many times, saying that you are making jam recently, and you have hired dozens of people. Have you become a shopkeeper too?"
Su Qingluan waved her hand quickly: "It's just some snacks. I can't be considered a shopkeeper. I'm just starting out now." As he said that, he put the wooden barrel containing pig blood on the ground with a thud - carrying more than ten kilograms like this. It is not easy to travel a long way without light debts.
Xu Yuanwei looked down at the bucket and frowned: "Ms. Su, why does your bucket look so like blood?"
"It's not 'like', this is pig blood." Su Qingluan took out the oil paper bag from her arms - it contained nothing but the pig intestines she had bought from the pig-killing stall.
"It's a bit troublesome to deal with this thing. If I take it home, the blood will be solidified. I think you guys shouldn't be too busy now, so I'll have the audacity to lend you your place. I don't know if Uncle Liang can agree?" "As he spoke, Su Qingluan raised his head and looked back and forth for Liang Youdao.
After all, according to the temperament of the shopkeeper Liang, as soon as the kitchen becomes busy, he can't wait to go to the kitchen eight times a day, just to show that "the shopkeeper personally urges the dishes to be served." Although there is an element of drama, it is indeed an effective way to appease guests during the meal peak.
Unexpectedly, Xu Yuanwei waved his hand: "Don't look for it. The shopkeeper is not here right now. He will probably come back in the afternoon." Then he turned around and instructed the little cook below, "You two, put these two stoves and the chopping board above." Clean up and move quickly."
With that said, he turned around and looked at Su Qingluan: "Ms. Su, can you see this place?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Okay, okay, I won't light a fire, I just fill the pig blood with blood sausage and take it away."
As he said that, he started to process the package of small intestines.
Xu Yuanwei was originally thinking about what to say, but when he saw that Su Qingluan was so busy that he didn't even raise his head, he could only give up and turned around as if he was holding something back.
The cook next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This sound was right next to Su Qingluan's ears. She couldn't help but turn her head and asked: "Brother, what are you laughing at?"
"Ah... no..." The little cook was assigned by Xu Yuanwei to clean up the area. While wiping the stove, he muttered in a low voice, "Actually, the head of our kitchen has designed a few more dishes recently. I want to He is trying to compete with Mrs. Su, and he is holding back his energy! But you are really too busy, and he has no way to use his strength..."
Only then did Su Qingluan realize that Xu Yuanwei seemed to be hesitant to speak. She couldn't help but laugh and cry: Should we say that Master Xu is full of research and enterprising spirit? Or do you really refuse to admit defeat?
"Actually, Master Xu has his own cuisine that he's good at. It's okay to learn from each other's strengths in cooking, but there's no need to compete." Su Qingluan carefully cleaned the small intestine, trying to remove as much of the contents as possible. Leaving behind strange things.
Su Qingluan, the chef at Hong Fulou, was already very familiar with it, so after the oil film in the intestines was removed, Su Qingluan grabbed a handful of flour and kneaded it on top, which made the intestines cleaner.
After washing the intestines, Su Qingluan put them on a fence to drain the water, then took a large casserole for making soup and asked: "Has your soup stock been boiled?"
The little chef pointed to the biggest pot on the far side: "It's right there. You can use it as you like. It was freshly cooked today."
The little chef didn't mean to show off by letting Su Qingluan "use it casually". The soup stock could indeed be used casually. After all, Hongfulou was the largest restaurant in Lefeng Town, and the dishes on order were also varied.
Whether you are making soup, making stuffing, or making a soup base, stock is essential. Because of this, many large restaurants will prepare a large amount of soup stock before opening on the day to prepare for emergencies.
After all, Su Qingluan also worked as a chef in a large restaurant in her previous life, so she naturally knew this unwritten rule, so she was very sure that there was ready-made soup stock here.
So Su Qingluan filled up the broth, which was almost the same as the bucket of pig blood, and poured it into the pot.
The assistant cook has thrived under the influence of Xu Yuanwei's "language art" all year round, and his eyes are naturally good at using it. When he saw Su Qingluan taking the casserole, he realized that he might need to start the fire, so he volunteered to help Su Qingluan. Pour the soup stock, find the needed ingredients, and start the fire in the stove first.
So when Su Qingluan walked around the venue for almost half of the way, carrying onions, ginger, coriander, and some spices that might be needed, when she came back, she found that the originally cold furnace was already burning with strong flames.
The little cook just wiped his sweat and stood up. He didn't come up to claim credit. He just smiled and said, "Mrs. Su, you are busy!"
