"Master, why don't you wear a hat and a mask? Your sweat is dripping on the mutton. The chefs at the main store are much more particular than you." A sharp-eyed customer said with disgust, "Don't cut this piece for me. This piece is dripping with sweat, I want that piece."
The team suddenly became commotion: "What? Sweat dripped on the mutton? How dirty it is!"
"Why do I feel that the mutton from this restaurant doesn't smell as good as the one at the foot of the orchard? Is it really the same owner?"
"Me too, but I've been waiting in line for a long time, do you still want to buy it?"
"I advise you not to buy it. The grilled lamb chops from this restaurant are not delicious at all. They are old and woody, and the seasonings are not well seasoned. They taste peppery when you eat them."
"I bought some lamb leg meat, which is also very old. It's not as tender as the one in the orchard. The lamb there is really good, the ingredients are spread evenly, and it tastes very fragrant. This one is not good."
After buying the mutton, the several customers in front took a bite and shook their heads. If you eat it once, you will never come back again.
After hearing what they said, most of the team behind them immediately dispersed.
If it doesn’t taste good, why would you buy it? The price is not that cheap either.
"Hey, why don't you wait in line?" Wang Cuihua saw from the corner of her eye that the line was much shorter and many people had left, and she shouted hurriedly, "It's your turn soon!"
"Your mutton doesn't taste good!"
"It's old and burnt! Some parts are even burnt!"
"The meat is old, but the taste is just average! It's far less delicious than the one at the store at the foot of the orchard!"
"Yes, yes! That store has been open for two months, and there are long queues every day. The number of repeat customers is getting more and more every day. Isn't that why they come here because of the delicious food? You'd better go to that store to buy."
"I am coming too!"
"Wait for me!"
Half of the queue dispersed again, and there were not many people left. I only bought a little bit, saying that I had been queuing for a long time. I felt unwilling to not buy any, so I paid ten yuan for a taste.
"..."
How much mutton is ten yuan?
Looking at the few customers, the large pieces of lamb chops left on the chopping board, and the lamb legs and chops that the chef was roasting and defrosting for roasting, Wang Cuihua's pupils shrank: How could this happen?
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Xu Mingfu's family went to town to open a mutton restaurant, but within three days they couldn't open it because there was no business.
People who like to eat mutton went to Xu's mutton restaurant to inquire about it. When they learned that it was not his branch at all, no one went to patronize it.
It tastes so bad, but you still have the nerve to sell it so expensive?
Not only did Wang Cuihua not make any money, but she also lost a lot of money... She was so painful that she lay at home for several days.
When Xu Yin heard about this, more than half a month had passed.
Since all her fruits were sold, she has been working in Luheng Ecological Orchard. While improving Luheng's original organic fertilizer composting method, she also led a grafting team to graft fruit trees.
There are more than 10,000 fruit trees on the two hills. All of them need to be grafted before winter. This is a huge amount of work. She never goes home and lives above the building where her father runs a mutton restaurant.
There are two floors upstairs, both of which are three-bedroom apartments. The first floor is for Xu's father and Xu's mother. If it is inconvenient to return to the village during thunder and lightning storms, they stay here for one night; the first floor is used as a dormitory for Xu Yin.
Xu's mother arranged it for her, added a wardrobe, desk, curtains, and bought a refrigerator.
When I come to the mutton restaurant, I chop some stuffing for my daughter, make some dumplings, wontons, steamed buns and the like and freeze them in the refrigerator.
Since she started selling roasted mutton, her favorite stuffing has been added to the mutton stuffing. Adding some chopped green onions makes it more fragrant, allowing her daughter to cook it anytime she wants, and she can make it again after she's finished.
There are a lot of staff in Luheng Orchard, and there are several dormitory buildings alone. Naturally, there is also a staff canteen, which provides three meals a day. It is quite affordable to swipe the employee card. Xu Yin also got one for her parents because she was too lazy. If you want to cook, go to the canteen.
But Xu's mother always felt that the food in the cafeteria was not as fragrant as her own, and the oil used was not real rapeseed oil or camellia seed oil. It was okay to eat once in a while, but she ate in the cafeteria three times a day and lost her appetite. Isn't that right? Whenever my daughter comes home from a break, she cooks in a variety of ways.
Even if it is just a simple soybean stewed tube bone, it is the aroma of stewed at home.
Xu Yin: Needless to say, she has thrown many clouds of spiritual mist into her well. It was originally a sweet well, but now the water quality is comparable to the clear springs in the mountains. Can soups and stews made with such water quality not be delicious?
But during this period, she was too busy and rarely returned home. Xu's mother simply took a stove to the mutton restaurant and cooked soup for her every day.
Sometimes bone soup, sometimes pig's trotter soup, if I buy wild river fish, I'll make fish soup, and every other week I'll make chicken soup.
So much so that even though Xu Yin was busy, she didn't lose weight at all. On the contrary, her bra straps felt tighter than before.
Fortunately, she has a small frame and a lot of flesh. Except for her breasts, she doesn't have much flesh on other parts.
Every time Xu's mother brings a casserole full, so that if she can't finish it, she can share some with her colleagues. If you have a good relationship with your colleagues, they will help you if you have any problems.
However, Xu's mother didn't know that the soup she sent over every time was really not cheap for many people. With the big boss Zhang Huaijin here, who would dare to covet the second boss's soup? Unless I don't want to do this anymore.
But how many people would be jealous if you tell me about the treatment offered by Luheng Company?
Although there are orchards everywhere, their orchard is endorsed by the state, the job is stable, and the salary is no worse than that of civil servants.
Civil servants have five insurances and one fund, and so do they; they have benefits that civil servants may not have - for example, when there is a good harvest of fruits, they can buy them at employee prices. Although there is a quota, Luheng's ecological fruits may not be available with money outside. They are all supplied first from the capital.
So with such a good treatment, who is willing to give up for a mouthful of soup? After all, appetite is not as important as work.
I could only watch helplessly as their big boss, carrying a stack of canteen snacks, went to the second boss to eat and drink at every meal time.
Xu Yin opened the thermos bucket, and a strong fragrance hit her nostrils.
Xu's mother stewed a chicken today. She stewed the young hen raised last year with mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots. The chicken soup was clear and delicious, the chicken was not too chewy, and the dried bamboo shoots and mushrooms soaked in the soup were also super delicious.
Zhang Huaijin walked in carrying several boxes of packaged canteen stir-fries, and suddenly felt that the food in her hands was not fragrant at all.
"Auntie made chicken soup today?"
"Well, would you like a bowl?"
"Definitely!"
He did not feel embarrassed at all, was not active in eating, and had problems with his thinking.
"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival soon. I asked a friend to send some hairy crabs over. Do you prefer coupons or cash?"
"Is it an employee benefit?"
Xu Yin asked as she scooped a bowl of soup for him, then picked it up and drank it slowly.
Her mother gave her most of the chicken, but she liked chicken wings, so she gave him the chicken legs.
"Shareholder Welfare."
He said, slowly picking up the bowl and taking a sip of the chicken soup. It was stewed with free-range chickens that had been raised for a year and a half. It was so fresh!
(End of chapter)
