Is there any difference between selling braised eggs and selling tea eggs? Yao Yuan was a little confused.
Teacher Hu's anger was palpable: "You people who are doing business in the sea just want to make more money, but do you know that in the future world, it will be difficult to move without knowledge? Hu Xiaohu is young and ignorant, so you just encourage him to do business. Don't think I have no idea."
Yao Yuan finally had time to intervene, and he quickly complained: "It's unfair, Teacher Hu, we didn't encourage him to sell braised pork, he took the initiative to learn it."
"Then do you know what time he closes his stall every day? It's just over a week since school started, and Xiaohu has been late for five days in a row. He looks like he can't wake up in class every day. If he continues like this and can't keep up with his studies, this child will be ruined. ." Teacher Hu spoke unceremoniously.
My head hurts!
Xiaopang'er is good at everything, but he is too enthusiastic about doing business. He has been repeatedly warned to sell less every day and close the stall early to go home, but this child has obviously turned a deaf ear.
After all, if you stay at the night market for a while, you can make more money from selling. Most people can't help but watch helplessly making money.
But he is a student after all, and setting up a stall to buy braised pork is already out of line for a student. Now it has caused dissatisfaction in the school, and it will definitely not work if he does not correct himself.
At that time, I said that I would leave a share of the money from selling braised pork for Little Fatty. I don’t know if I would force him to close the stall early and reduce his income. I don’t know if this kid who has already fallen in the eyes of money would be willing to listen.
It's okay not to listen. It's not okay to call on Grandma Li, who sells wontons, to join forces and put a tight curse on this stinky kid!
After being scolded by Teacher Hu for a long time, Yao Yuan finally managed to deal with the parent-teacher meeting. When he left the school, Yao Yuan was already angry. Maybe it was because he had been with the little fat boy for a long time and had feelings for him. , this parent-teacher meeting was held, and it really felt like my own child was not up to expectations and was called the parent alone.
In the small courtyard, people were waiting for the two large barrels of stewed stew, and the aroma wafted far away. Yao Yuan, who was not in a good mood, knocked open the door of the courtyard and shouted angrily to the little fat boy: "Hu Xiaohu, get here here!"
After knowing each other for such a long time, Master Yao always called him "Little Fatty", "Beier" is kind, and he called me by his first name when he came up today. Little Fatty's fat body trembled, and he thought to himself: "It's broken, it must be a parent-teacher meeting." If it's broken, the teacher must have injected himself in the back.
Jijiaala came to Yao Yuan and said, "Master, what's wrong? Did Teacher Hu give me an acupuncture?"
Yao Yuan stretched out his hand and slapped the little fat boy on the head: "You bastard, don't call me master. What did I tell you? What time do you close the stall every day?"
Unexpectedly, Little Fatty Hu's temper also rose. He started to snarl: "What's wrong? If Mancheng and I stayed up for more than an hour every day, we would earn more than a hundred yuan more. What's wrong?" Do you have a grudge against money? You won't be happy to make more money. I told you that my academic performance is good, so don't listen to that teacher Hu."
Yao Yuan's mouth couldn't keep up for a moment, and his feet flew up first, kicking the little fat boy on the fat ass. The little fat boy was staggered by the kick.
Dang Jianguo, wearing an apron and a chef's hat, rushed out of the room and pulled the little fat boy away: "Oh, you have something to say, why did you get started with the child?"
Little Fatty felt aggrieved: "Not only did he move his hands, he also moved his feet!"
Expecting this kind of result, this naughty boy was desperate to make money. He kept talking for a long time. Seeing that it was going to delay his start of the stall today, Hu Xiaopang'er saw that all the adults were very determined and started talking nonsense. After scolding him for his faults, he reluctantly agreed. He would get off work at nine o'clock on time every day and leave the finishing work to Mancheng. He promised that he would never be late again.
This is nothing serious. Yao Yuan watched the two happily pushing the trolley to leave the stall, chewing their teeth behind them.
He is a good child, but he has been led astray by himself. If this continues, I am afraid that the little fat boy will not be able to graduate from junior high school.
I couldn't help complaining to the party boss: "Brother, what are you going to do about this child from now on?"
Brother Dang also shook his head: "Little Fatty, this kid is so rare. He is smart and strong and can endure hardships. He is a good material. Unfortunately, he is too young. Children of this age should still focus on studying."
Shaking his head, there was no way. The only way was for everyone to keep an eye on him and let him get off work early to ensure rest time. Or simply stop this shabby stewed stew stall. If Xiaopang'er doesn't have Nianxiang anymore, this matter will be over.
Thinking about it again, no, with the little fat boy's ability, he dared to cook another pot of braised pork and sell it on the street. Anyway, he had learned how to do it.
I had just organized a team of 70 or 80 college students to do things smoothly, but how could things not be settled smoothly when it came to Xiao Pang'er?
Smelling the aroma of braised pork all over the yard, I was dull for a long time before I had an idea: "Brother Party, let me see, how about we perfect the recipe of braised pork and roast it, raise the price a little higher, and set a daily limited quantity, and sell it That’s it, so that everyone can feel a little more relaxed and make a lot of money, do you think that’s okay?”
"Ah? It's not good to raise the price. Our stall is full of regular customers, so don't let others pick on you." Brother Dang didn't seem to agree.
"It's not just a price increase. Braised pork belly first evolved from Su Zao Pork in the palace. Our braised pork belly has always been a simplified version. In fact, the authentic braised pork belly must have several slices of pork belly. The three-layered pork belly melts in your mouth as soon as you take a sip, which is the essence of this snack. At that time, I did not add it for cost reasons. Now that our meat purchase volume is so large, I think we should add it back to make it a genuine braised pork. At the same time, the price will be increased by about RMB 1,000 to RMB 50 per bowl, so that only 150 bowls are made every day, and when they are finished, they will be thrown away and no one will worry about it.”
After Yao Yuan finished speaking, Brother Dang began to smack his lips: "It's not impossible. Isn't the increase of one yuan a bit too much? Even if you add two taels of meat, it won't cost so much."
Yao Yuan stretched out two fingers and made a sign with the character six: "Brother Party, six cents profit is our bottom line. Our cooks' recipes and labor are valuable, don't sell them cheaply."
Dang Jianguo suddenly wanted to laugh. The high school student in front of him kept claiming that he was a cook. He didn't know which one was wrong. What good was a cook? So glorious?
But looking at Yao Yuan's every move in the kitchen, he looks like a serious cook. Anyway, every move he makes is more skillful than his old tricks, and his grasp of ingredients and taste makes me, a former cook, even more impressed. From this point of view, he can really be regarded as a serious cook.
"Okay, if the cost is controlled at less than 40%, it will really increase by about one dollar and a half, and the pork belly can only be added in a few thin slices." Dang Jianguo thought about it in his mind.
"Just have a few slices. The thin ones are more delicious. With these slices of meat, we dare to order the most authentic stewed meat. Besides, you haven't seen the prices in the vegetable market. They change almost every few days. It keeps rising, and if we don't raise prices now, we won't be able to resist it for long." Yao Yuan gave reasons for the price increase.
"Well, even if Xiaopang'er can close the stall early every day, the price should be increased." Dang Jianguo also figured it out.
I only make 150 bowls of braised pork every day, and I set up the stall around six o'clock. It is estimated that it will be sold out in more than two hours. The side dishes prepared every day for drinking are also halved, and will be thrown away when they are sold out, so that we can completely solve the problem of Little Fatty. son's problem.
After the two of them had discussed everything, Yao Yuan left with satisfaction and rushed to the night market.
It is really a blessing to find Brother Dang as a helper. From the inside out, from the product quality to the production process, there is nothing he can do without him. Even though it is a small workshop with only a few products, the kitchen has been managed by him. It's very organized, I can't say it's as orderly as the potatoes and eggplants in the army, but the hygiene standards and management regulations are posted on the wall, and details such as having to wear a chef's hat and apron when entering the kitchen are all very organized.
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The night market is still bustling with people. The weather is still very hot during the day at the beginning of autumn, but the night breeze has become dry and cool, and people are more willing to go out for a stroll. There are more customers, and the number of stalls selling goods has also increased. Now there are several stalls selling books, magazines, CDs and tapes.
Can my old boat ticket board your broken ship?
The same song was played almost from beginning to end on a street.
Xie Laozhaoer was conscientious and had been busy at the stall for a long time. When he saw Yao Yuan coming over, he pulled Yao Yuan aside with a constipated look on his face: "Guess who I just saw?"
"If you have something to say, you have something to say!"
"I saw Sun Ying. Who do you think she is with?"
Yao Yuan's curiosity was aroused. Sun Ying in the class was the English class representative. She was beautiful and fashionable, and her family background was very good. However, she was a bit arrogant. Although she was very polite to others, she was a bit repulsive in her heart. She appeared ordinary. I am relatively close to Guan Yaxin, and I have never heard of her having any particularly close friends.
"Damn it, Sun Ying hooked up with Lu Bin, the guy we fought with at the Great Wall that day!" Xie Laozhaoer said through gritted teeth.
"Damn it, it's true. You're not wrong, right? Didn't Sun Ying give Lu Bin half a piece of watermelon?" Yao Yuan also opened his eyes wide, feeling unbelievable.
"I really looked at it. Lu Bin was riding the bike, and Sun Ying was sitting behind. They were talking and laughing, with their hands around their waists! You want to say that I can be wrong about others. Lu Bin's grandson is an enemy. I think You can't go wrong!" Xie Laozhaoer said while touching his bruised eye sockets with his hand.
Such a big revenge has not been avenged. It is impossible to admit the wrong person. It is estimated that this matter is true.
Yao Yuan smacked his lips but didn't say anything. He couldn't talk about or control this matter, but it was estimated that Xie Laozhaoer wouldn't be able to avenge him.
After conveying to the people running the stall that the formula of braised pork would be improved in the future and that it would be sold in limited quantities, Yao Yuan went home without caring about Little Fatty's reaction.
Xiao Hua'er was still at home by herself, so she didn't feel at ease. Although she had finished her dinner in the courtyard as usual, but with Xiao Pang'er's lesson learned from the past, Yao Yuan wanted to spend as much time with her sister as possible.
Why do you feel like you are worrying about more and more things lately? The carefree and worry-free happiness of being eighteen is completely gone.
I remember the big black face in the police station and the words of the bitter and hateful investigator. When I passed by the station, I couldn't help but look around, but unexpectedly I found something. In the dark shadow, a person A familiar figure came into view.
