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Yao Yuan carefully picked out the spices that needed to be used, put them in a pot and roasted them until the fragrance came out, then wrapped and tied them with a piece of bean bag cloth, threw them into the already boiling soup pot next to him, and then began to concentrate on it. Pancakes.
There is no need to be too particular about the semi-hot noodle pancakes, as long as both sides are golden brown in the pan, it will be ready.
As time passed, a strange aroma began to waft out of the large pot of stewed meat.
Xie Zhenhua wrinkled his nose, catching the scent, and finally couldn't help it: "Yuan'er, where did you learn this cooking skill? Why do you feel like you have become a different person in the kitchen overnight? ?”
When Yao Yuan heard this, his men paused for a moment: "If I told you that this is an ancestral craft, would you believe it?"
"Quickly pull him down. If you say that your family's ancestral skill is leading soldiers, I believe it. Your old man looks so fierce, and he doesn't look like someone who can enter the kitchen!"
Yao Yuan pretended to be profound: "That's talent. Do you know talent? There is a kind of person who is born with inspiration for cooking."
At the same time, I thought to myself: "If I told you that I have more than thirty years of kitchen experience, you wouldn't believe it!"
While chatting in a moderate manner, he quickly put away the pancake pan. He had already baked more than forty pancakes, which should be enough.
Fifteen kilograms of large intestine, thirteen kilograms of lungs, and ten kilograms of fried tofu. Yao Yuan brought out the largest iron pot at home. It also had to be divided into two parts to stew it. It was something that a guy at home would want to use. In terms of production, it is quite laborious to use.
It seems that if you really want to do business, you may need to repurchase even the pots and stoves.
Xiao Hua'er, who originally disliked the pickled smell in the kitchen, was hiding in the bedroom far away. She was practicing playing the guitar seriously according to the handwritten song book Wang Hongyu gave her. Her tiny fingers were struggling to pick the strings, even a simple C It's hard to tune and press the chords, but I'm quite devoted and serious.
The aroma wafting from the kitchen is getting stronger and stronger, and the rich aroma of meat is mixed with a hint of spices, which seduce people's appetite.
This fragrance finally disturbed the little girl's elegance. The little girl hiding in the bedroom finally couldn't help it, put the guitar on the bed, sniffed and got into the kitchen.
The water thing is quite strange. People who hate it stay away from it, but those who like it really like it and never get tired of it. Especially the large intestine, the thick meaty texture is full of fat and plumpness, making people unable to stop once they try it.
The first pot was stewed for nearly two hours. The heat was just right. Everyone filled a bowl and couldn't wait to taste it.
Yao Yuan also placed several condiments that are indispensable for eating braised vegetables on the table: chopped green onion, coriander, garlic juice, chive flowers, soy sauce tofu, and a bowl of freshly poured crispy chili oil for takeout.
I tried to mix some of each condiment into the bowl, then lowered my head and eagerly put it into my mouth.
When young men of seventeen or eighteen are not full, they especially crave fat. This is an instinctive request from the body and cannot be stopped at all!
In less than three minutes, Xie Zhenhua and Wang Hongyu's bowls had reached the bottom, and then they rushed to the kitchen again.
Yao Yuan followed behind like a bug, and kept saying: "You can only give two taels for each bowl of large intestine and lungs, two slices of fried tofu, and one for each bowl of cooked fire!"
Xie Zhenhua acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He fished out a long piece of large intestine, enough for half a catty, put it on the chopping board and chopped it with a knife. He kept asking: "You're just stingy, this is okay." It’s not for sale, it’s for our own consumption, who are we fooling by cutting so many roasted and tofu?!”
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A meal like a mad dog rushing for food ended quickly. Xie Zhenhua, who had eaten three bowls of stewed food, was once again too exhausted to move. Wang Hongyu's thin body could not compete with the beast like Xie Zhenhua, so he still ate it. Two and a half bowls.
Yao Yuan brewed a pot of thick jasmine tea, sat at the table with his legs crossed, and sipped slowly with a mysterious smile: "How do you like it? Brothers, do you think this bowl of braised pork can be sold at the night market to make money? ?”
"That's great! Yuan'er, your craftsmanship is amazing. If you don't sell it for money, you're just trashing it!" Xie Zhenhua held his stomach and didn't hesitate to praise him.
One piece of pig intestine weighs one pound, and the one I just purchased is fifteen pounds;
Pig lungs cost 70 cents a pound, and the entire grocery store only had 13 pounds in total, so Yao Yuan just wrapped them up.
Just like that, the total cost of all the meat in today's two-pot stew is twenty-five yuan and sixty cents.
Tofu is cheaper. Ten pounds of tofu cost only four yuan in total, and the fried dried tofu was not used up.
The cost of cooking is not easy to calculate. Let’s assume it is ten cents each. Calculating this, the direct cost of these two pots of braised food today is only about thirty-three yuan.
Of course, there are also the costs of oil, gas, and condiments, which are estimated to be as high as five yuan. In this way, the total cost is less than forty yuan.
So for a cost of less than 40 yuan, the braised braised pork is enough for a standard 40 bowls after the seven or eight bowls eaten by just a few people!
According to Yao Yuan's estimation, if the price is set at three yuan per bowl, then after all are sold, the price will be as high as one hundred and twenty yuan.
It’s simply perfect. This ratio is the most perfect cost-to-price ratio in the catering industry!
Of course, if it is produced in large quantities, the cost will definitely be lower. After all, today's purchase is directly purchased at the retail price in a non-staple food store. As long as we dig deeper into the purchasing channels, the cost will definitely be lowered.
Looking at the time, it was just two o'clock in the afternoon. Yao Yuan asked tentatively: "Then let's take the remaining braised pork to the night market and try selling it tonight?"
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If you want to set up a stall at a night market, you still need some necessary preparations. At least the dishes and chopsticks must be complete, as well as tables, chairs, and benches, and a heating stove must be prepared.
But all this is not a problem for the chef Yao Yuan, who is quite capable of fooling him.
Xie Zhenhua's family lived in a bungalow, and the briquette stove was ready-made and used every winter. There was even a lot of briquettes left, so you could just pull it over and light a fire.
Xie's mother's grocery store also has three-wheeled flatbeds readily available. No one will use them after work anyway, so there's nothing wrong with using them temporarily.
As long as there is one such cart, then there will even be tables for transporting stalls and taking out customers to eat.
For the remaining bowls, chopsticks and the like, it is easy for several families to gather together and find a dozen large coarse porcelain bowls of the same size.
The folding table at home can also come in handy. It is suitable for placing cutting boards and serving as a workbench.
As for chairs and stools? That thing is basically dispensable. Apart from a few ready-made triangular stools at home, and then bringing two horses, it is completely sufficient.
What if there are not enough stools?
Who says you can’t eat while standing? ! This is the condition of the night market, and diners who go to the night market to eat have long been accustomed to making do with all kinds of things.
The three of them just started working as they said they would, and within a short time, they managed to gather together everything they needed to set up a stall.
Seeing the three elder brothers busy in full swing, classmate Yao Xiaohuaer also became inexplicably excited, running back and forth with her ponytail swinging, following Zhang Luo.
It felt like child's play. Yao Yuan had an idea to set up a stall to buy braised pork. That evening, all the things used for a stall were loaded onto a three-wheeled cart. Although the things were a bit crude and confusing, they No one can deny that these things look like a real food stall.
Xie Zhenhua said: "As long as the food is delicious, nothing else matters!"
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It was already evening and the sun was setting in the west. People in the compound had already entered their homes one after another. For those who acted quickly, the aroma of food began to waft out of their homes.
I don’t know whose opera box there was a gust of Peking Opera, and the gongs and drums were beating loudly and loudly.
In the midst of this intense beat of gongs and drums, Xie Zhenhua was riding a tricycle, leading the way. Yao Yuan and Wang Hongyu were riding bicycles to look after each other, while classmate Yao Xiaohuaer stood wildly on the tricycle, holding Xie Zhenhua's shoulders with his hands and shouting: "Comrades, move towards Qianjiakou!"
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Two and a half miles out of the west gate of Pingcheng, there is a place called Qianjiakou. It is a must-pass for people heading west from the city to the Xishan Mountains and is an important traffic thoroughfare.
Although Qianjiakou is outside the old city gate, it is home to the State Construction Commission, the Ministry of Textile, the seventh-level ministry, the second-level ministry, the Foreign Languages Publishing Administration and other national units. It is also surrounded by the Foreign Affairs University, the Technology and Business University, the All-General Cadre School, There are many colleges and universities such as Normal University, so even though Qianjiakou is a small place, it is surprisingly lively.
Especially at night, on the two-kilometer-long street from north to south, as the sun sets and the management staff get off work, various vendors begin to gather one after another. It won’t take long to form a street that is four miles long from north to south. Large night market.
This spontaneous night market can appear here. In addition to the large number of residents and dense passenger flow, there is another important reason.
That is the north-south road in Qianjiakou, which happens to be the junction of Xicheng District and Xihai District in Pingcheng. The east of the road is Xicheng and the west of the road is Xihai.
Each district has its own city appearance management personnel, who will clean up mobile vendors in their respective jurisdictions from time to time. On this Qianjiakou Street, once the Xicheng District management personnel take any action, those vendors only need to move and walk to the street. On the opposite side, even if they enter the safe zone, managers can only stop and sigh as they cannot cross-district enforcement.
On the other hand, if there is any disturbance here in Xihai District, the vendors on the west side of the road will suddenly flock to the east side of the road.
Over time, the managers of the two districts became too lazy to compete at the junction of the two districts. The road in Qianjiakou has become a border that neither of them cares about.
Therefore, the night market here is surprisingly prosperous.
On the evening of August 1, 1993, the Siren Gang, a small stall owner, under the instigation of Yao Yuan, rode three wheels and bicycles to the Qianjiakou Night Market.
Wang Hongyu seemed to have completely forgotten all the worries he had at noon. He took the lead on his bicycle and shouted loudly: "Pay attention! Everyone, please give way, and be careful not to get all oily!"
