Fatty Hu liked the excitement and refused to go home even after closing the stall. He stayed in the small courtyard, took out his textbooks and homework books from his schoolbag, spread them out, and pretended to do his homework.
To be fair, despite looking at the little fat boy, this kid is really smart. He is always distracted by setting up a stall to buy braised food, and his academic performance is still among the best. It has nothing to do with his learning attitude. It depends on it. That clever energy.
In primary school and even junior high school, students can rely on their intelligence to achieve good results even if they don't listen well to lectures or do homework well. However, as the saying goes, "There is a road to a mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning, and there is no limit to the boat." "It's not for nothing. If this little fat guy dares to coax him like this in his studies in the senior year, I'm afraid his future will be bleak.
Seeing the little fat boy scribbling on his homework like that, Yao Yuan sighed. If this continued, the child would really be ruined, so he once again thought of stopping the braised pork stall.
"Little Fatty, tell me, why do you insist on selling this bowl of braised pork?"
"It's good to make money. You can make money faster by selling stewed vegetables than tea eggs." Little Fatty Hu opened his mouth and said without even raising his head.
"Can we stop working? How about you come to the small courtyard after school and learn the craft from Master Dang, and also give you a salary? There are so many skills in the kitchen, how can you do it if you only learn how to cook? ?" Yao Yuan tried to induce Hu Xiaopang'er.
Yao Yuan has actually mentioned it to Xiao Pang'er several times and wants to close the braised pork stall and concentrate on running the braised pork shop.
Now the braised meat shop sells meat at the morning market every day. Seeing that the sales volume is getting bigger and bigger, the supply exceeds the demand every day. Dang Jianguo is extremely busy every day.
Now that the official business license has been obtained, the two newcomers will be in place immediately. They have already discussed that the braised pork restaurant will be upgraded. The next step is to gradually expand and open stores one by one.
Introduce a modern business model, do a little CI design, unified door signs, and unified decoration to transform a small braised pork shop into a chain operation. The work involved is very tedious, and then take care of a small braised pork shop. Cooking stalls are a bit unworthy.
The little fat boy rolled his eyes: "Master Yao, this is not about money. You have said it several times. I understand the reason. When the braised pork shop gets busy, I will definitely have to help. Uncle Dang has promised to teach me. . In fact, if there is no person from the opposite side who is fighting in the ring, you can accept me if you want. I have nothing to say. But now there is a person from the opposite side who is fighting with us in the ring. What is going on now that he says he quits? Didn’t you see that Jiao Sanhe is here today? The look in Brother Long’s eyes? If we really quit, people will definitely say that we can’t do each other.”
have to! Fatty Hu is trying to get into a fight with someone. Why is it that he is like a cricket that has just fallen into a jar and wants to start a fight as soon as he meets someone? Yao Yuan was at a loss.
Dang Jianguo washed his hands by the pool and shook the water on his hands: "I tasted the stew you brought back. The other party's ingredients are just a little heavier than ours. There is nothing else. We may not be able to sell it. Guys, I think you are worrying too much, Mr. Yao. Besides, there are so many people in the night market and we set out early. At most, we will prepare less goods in the future. It would be a pity to stop now."
have to! When Brother Dang said this, Yao Yuan could no longer forcefully say goodbye and sighed again involuntarily.
I don’t know when did the people around me start losing sight of money? How much money can you make selling braised food? Why are all of them so stubborn and unwilling to let go just for this little profit? Yao Yuan didn't even think about it. In the eyes of others, what he called a small profit was a huge sum of money. He could earn a month's salary of a senior worker in two days and could support a family of four or five for a month! In Mancheng's hometown, two days' profit is the family's living expenses for a year.
How can this be said to be petty profit?
Another reason is that everyone seems to like the kind of environment in the night market. Going out to a stall every day feels like going out for an outing or attending a party to meet friends. Even the party boss has to go after he has finished his work. After wandering around the night market, sitting on a small table or stool and drinking a glass of ice-cold Arctic Ocean, or eating a two-tooth crunchy juicy watermelon, I feel that the night has been spent comfortably. If the stall really cannot be evacuated, even Yao Yuan himself will feel that something is missing.
No matter what, the market is very big, and it should be able to accommodate the existence of two companies selling braised food at the same time. They prepare a pot of braised food for more than 100 bowls every day, and play while selling it, and then throw it away when it is sold out.
Yao Yuan couldn't help but quickly overturned the idea of withdrawing the stall.
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At 8:30 the next morning, Yao Yuan did not go to school. He missed two classes and had to greet his new employee in the courtyard.
New employees! Veteran! Cooking soldiers! I heard that they were the best in the army competition. At this time when we are short of people, the arrival of the two newcomers is like giving help in the snow.
Gu Changan drove the old 212 from the police station and stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard. Then the two retired cooks that Yao Yuan had been waiting for got out of the car.
Gu Changan walked around from the front of the car, pointed at Dang Tiejun, who had been waiting at the entrance of the hospital, and introduced to the two people: "This is Dang Jianguo, the manager of Hongqi Catering Company."
Looking at the two figures in olive green, Dang Jianguo couldn't help but straighten his back and put his feet together. The two people opposite him reacted faster. They raised their hands in a military salute and shouted: "Report! 303rd Division 257th Regiment Cooking Members Gao Yang and Li Tie are ordered to report to you!"
The sudden scene provoked Yao Yuan, who was watching, to feel a numbness running from his tailbone to the back of his head, and he straightened his back involuntarily.
Yao Yuan's father is a soldier, but he is a technical officer and a civilian. But Yao Yuan, who has lived in a military compound since he was a child, is no stranger to soldiers, and even has an inexplicable fondness for him. But this time it is his future. Subordinates, Yao Yuan felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart when he saw his subordinates' heroic appearance, heroic spirit, and heroic spirit.
Dang Jianguo raised his hand, then quickly put it down. He took two steps forward and held one in each hand. He hurriedly said welcome: "Oh, I'm looking forward to the stars and the moon. Finally, the two of you are here. Come in and wash up and have a rest." "
Yao Yuan also hurriedly stepped forward: "Uncle Gu and the other two came in quickly. You have been on the train all night and you haven't had breakfast, right? I bought beef and mutton buns and tofu buns from Ma Kee. They don't taste good when they are cold. ”
Gu Changan waved his hand: "Let's go in and have breakfast. Let's take a look at your future working and living environment!"
Gao Yang, of medium height, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and good facial features, speaks with an accent from Hebei province, and was born in the kitchen.
Li Tie is short, fair and fat like a white-flour steamed bun. He speaks a strong Ludong dialect and was born in the kitchen.
In fact, there are many departments in a Chinese kitchen, and each cuisine has a different name for each department. For example, the red table is also called the chopping board in the south, and it is also called the cutting block in some places.
Bai'an is also called dim sum, noodles, etc.
More importantly, it is not an exaggeration to describe the differences among various departments in the kitchen as "every other line is like a mountain".
For example, if a wok cook is a master who cooks on the stove, if you ask him to make several types of noodles, he will 100% not be able to make them. This is no exaggeration. In a nationwide competition for king of chefs, a top chef, under the on-site guidance of a professional pastry chef, was able to make even the simplest honeydew sago and it was hilarious. The audience must know that this is the top chef selected nationwide.
This is called "specialization in skills".
I don’t know what Yao Yuan is thinking. In a braised meat shop, it’s a little bit more reliable to find a chopping board person who is responsible for cutting and matching, but what if you find a person who makes noodles and is responsible for steaming steamed buns? thing?
As everyone knows, something even more outrageous is yet to come.
The two western rooms in the small courtyard were converted into dormitories and were neatly tidied. The high and low canopy beds were placed against the wall. Two wardrobes and a simple desk were bought from the flea market.
Although the furniture is old, it has been polished and smooth, and the brand-new bedding is neatly folded. It has a bit of a military camp dormitory feel. In terms of specifications, it must be at least a dormitory for company-level cadres.
Dang Jianguo led Gao Yang and Li Tie from room to room, while Yao Yuan helped Gu Changan sit down at the dining table in the courtyard. Gu Changan unceremoniously picked up a bowl of tofu puffs, his eyes privately He asked: "Where's the chili oil? How can I eat this tofu without chili oil?"
Yao Yuan choked and hiccupped, and immediately rolled his eyes. This black-faced man really didn't know how to speak human words, but considering that he had deceived two new troops, he could only endure it.
He turned back to the kitchen and got the chili oil and handed it to Gu Changan. Gu Changan lowered his head and smelled it: "It's either freshly fried chili oil or it's not fragrant enough. Let's just eat it."
Yao Yuan rolled his eyes and was speechless.
"Boy, don't show such a bad face to your uncle. You got a big deal this time. Do you know where Gao Yang and Li Tie come from? Have you ever heard of the Night Tiger Group?" Gu Changan reached out and took out a white He bit off half of the fat mutton bun and said vaguely.
Juicy mutton buns, with meat juice flowing out of the corner of his mouth after one bite, Yao Yuan looked at Gu Changan with disgust: "Do you mean they are all superb cooks?"
Gu Changan's eyes were disdainful: "Bullshit, what kind of skill does cooking have? Gao Yang was among the top ten in their division's military competition, and he directly won the runner-up in the ten-kilometer armed cross-country: Li Tie was even more powerful, and he was almost directly selected into the reconnaissance brigade. Later, they were eliminated in the final selection because of diarrhea. You think they are good or not, tsk tsk! That's the investigation brigade of the Night Tiger Regiment. If I have the indicators in my hand, I will definitely select them to join my police station. It won't be your turn. Is this a bargain?"
Yao Yuan was speechless again, ancestor, we are running a catering company and we need good cooks. Please bring me some military elites to help.
I also regret that I didn't explain it clearly to this Uncle Gu at the beginning. It seems that the talents in the two people's eyes are completely different.
The small courtyard is very small, with only five rooms in total. It shouldn't take long to walk around, but Dang Jianguo took Gao Yang and Li Tie to look at each room, introducing every detail. The two newcomers listened I have to be very serious and ask questions from time to time. It seems that I have entered a working state.
Gu Changan lowered his head and drank the tofu puffs. He moved the spoon like flying wind and clouds. He swallowed a bowl of tofu puffs. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his big hand and said, "Boy, Mancheng is injured and hospitalized. Your braised pork stall is here." Are you missing someone to keep an eye on? How about I introduce you to one?"
Looking at Gu Changan's dark face, he felt that he didn't hold it in well, and Yao Yuan instinctively wanted to refuse.
The slight expression on Yao Yuan's face could not be concealed from the old policeman. Gu Changan's eyes widened: "Little thief! I'm telling you, this is a task. You have to do it if you can do it, and if you can't do it, you have to let me do it!"
Yao Yuan was still speechless...
After finally visiting the small courtyard, Dang Jianguo, Gao Yang and Li Tie took their seats at the dinner table. Only then did Dang brother remember to introduce Yao Yuan to the two newcomers: "This is Yao Yuan, little Master Yao. Despite his young age, He is very skilled in the kitchen, and by the way, he is also the boss of our Hongqi Catering Company."
Gao Yang and Li Tie stood up. They wanted to salute but felt it was inappropriate. After a moment of hesitation, Gao Yang spoke first: "Hello, boss!"
Boss? good?
Then Yao Yuan was embarrassed there...
