Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"What do you recommend?"

"Cold potato shreds, spring rolls, Kung Pao chicken, mapo tofu."

"The ones you mentioned are all foreigners like to eat. Let me introduce some that I can eat."

"Then you look back, the cook here is from the salt gang in Sichuan cuisine." Nanyi introduced.

"Xiaohe gang, let's have Huobianzi beef, Li's fermented glutinous rice fish, salt merchant's nine inlaid dishes, ants climbing trees, farmer's daughter dishes, Zhangjiatuo..."

"Enough, five dishes for one person is almost enough, and it's a waste to order too much." Nan Yi stopped Wu Zaisheng from ordering more.

"You're a restaurant owner, so you're afraid that diners will order too much?" Wu Zaisheng closed the bamboo slips in his hand and said with a smile.

"Okay, the bamboo slips in your hand are usually not taken out by guests when they come. They are prepared for Taotie. The profit is not high, and it is troublesome to make."

"Why, are you still worried about someone messing things up? Then you don't worry too much, no one here will mess things up. The era when a new store opened and someone came to weigh in has long passed."

In the past, merchants had merchant gangs and kitchen gangs. If a businessman wanted to say that he was an Huizhou merchant or a Shanxi merchant, he had to join the merchant gang and maintain the honor of the merchant gang. Shanxi merchants.

The same is true for opening a restaurant. Either don’t use the banner of cuisine, and you can cook whatever you like; The signature dish of Sichuan cuisine makes people feel convinced after eating it, admitting that it can represent Sichuan cuisine.

If it's a table of shit, then the signboard won't stand up.

Therefore, in ancient times, anyone who could open a restaurant and dare to say what kind of cuisine he belonged to had his own unique skills and signature dishes, otherwise he would not dare to say what kind of cuisine he was, and could only be a wild fox Zen.

"That's not true, it's just that it won't be too embarrassing when you are planning to have colleagues come to patronize you."

What Longmenzhen is going to follow is the evil path in the eyes of orthodox chefs. It is Guangmingding and Heimuya.

The best way to become famous is to step on the soles of the feet of the famous ones.

For example, if Nanyi wants to become a parallel boxing champion, he can challenge Ali in two years. With his current martial arts attainments, he still has a great chance to defeat Ali, who has already suffered from Parkinson's disease.

Nan Yi went to the back kitchen to place an order, and then came back to continue talking with Wu Zaisheng.

"Nanyi, what did you think about what I told you last time?" Wu Zaisheng asked after chatting for a while.

"Maybe I'm going to disappoint you. I just had a new idea in the past two days, to manage Longmenzhen well, and then make it a chain brand. Jardine Bank, I might have to say sorry." Nanyi retreated Jin said.

"Chain restaurants? But you only have ten tables here, do you want to expand your business?"

"No, you misunderstood me. I'm not going to be a high-end restaurant, or a civilian restaurant of this scale, and make it into a chain, and then open it to every county in Eagle Country."

"Doing catering is a waste of talent for you. In fact, you can completely treat it as a sideline. Ah Yi, tell me the truth, do you think the conditions I give are too low? If so, we can talk again." Wu Zaixing said straight to the point.

"Yes, the conditions you offered didn't catch my eyes, it could even be said to be too low."

"I said, the conditions can be negotiated, Ah Yi, you can make a condition."

Nanyi pretended to think, and then said: "I don't care about the salary, what you give is enough, I want to clarify the proportion of project dividends and my authority, I need a certain degree of autonomy, and I don't want to be too shackles."

"Okay, let me think about it, and I'll give you an answer later."

"Okay, you'd better discuss it with Mr. Wu." Nanyi reminded kindly.

"I know."

"Sir, your dishes." At this time, Dai Xiuxiu came over with the tray, and used a clip for holding the dishes to pick up the dish and put it on the table, "Please use it slowly."

"This clip is very good." Wu Zaisheng said after watching Dai Xiuxiu's actions, "Jinggexuan can also learn from it."

"I spent a little time thinking about it. The dish pots are too hot and some are heavy. When the waiter is holding the dish pot, it is difficult to avoid sticking his thumb into the dish pot. Using clips will not make the waiter burn , can also be more hygienic."

"Very careful." Wu Zaisheng nodded, picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and looked at it, "The thickness is uniform, the slice is as thin as paper, and the chef's knife skills are good."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed it into his mouth and chewed, "The spiciness is moderate, the beef is very tender, crispy and long-lasting, and the taste is very authentic. The cost of this dish is not low. The yellow beef is used. Put the yellow beef into Yingguo to spend a little Thoughts?"

"Don't mention it, the cost of getting beef from Wuchuan here is almost as high as the equivalent weight of gold." Nanyi said exaggeratedly: "This dish will not be written in the recipe, even if the cost of using Angus beef can It’s too much trouble to do it down.”

"It wasn't suitable to be sold in a restaurant of your size. It's too expensive and no one eats it."

"That's right, so you have picked it up. By the way, do you want to drink some, I got some Hakka diners and red rice wine."

"Forget it, I still have to work in the afternoon, I'll come to drink at night some other day." Wu Zaisheng refused, "Give me a bowl of rice, I'll just have something to eat."

"Xiuxiu, make a bowl of rice." Nanyi ordered, and then said to Wu Zaisheng: "I won't accompany you anymore, there are guests here."

"Okay, you go to work."

When the time came to eleven o'clock, the store began to receive customers from time to time. At half past eleven, only two of the largest round tables were unoccupied among the ten tables in the store. However, half of the customers were the owners of the two neighboring shops, and they were here to cheer.

Without publicity, it's okay to have a customer attendance rate of more than 30%.

It’s just that all the people who came were Chinese, and he hadn’t seen a single foreigner yet, and Nanyi wasn’t in a hurry. It wasn’t lunch time for the Eagles at this point. If he didn’t see any foreigners by one o’clock in the afternoon, he should be in a hurry.

When the time came to 12:30, foreigners began to come in. Longmenzhen also ushered in the peak of visitors, with a visitor rate of 70%. The two round tables also began to have individual customers sharing tables, and some tables had already entered for the third time. Overturned.

Nan Yi sat at the cash register and carefully observed the facial expressions of foreigners at each table. If anyone ate a certain dish and frowned, he would go over and ask why it didn't meet the taste of the guests.

He would not ask about the Chinese, firstly because it is difficult to hear real comments from the Chinese, even if Nanyi asks, others will answer very implicitly; Not in Longmenzhen's main target customer group.

For the time being, what Longmenzhen wants to do is "Chinese food" that suits the tastes of foreigners, and what it wants to earn is foreigners' money.

At noon, there were no customers until 3:30 in the afternoon. Nanyi’s original peak time estimation was wrong, because Longmenzhen was originally just a tool, and it didn’t attract enough attention. It didn’t do market research before opening.

At four o'clock, the four people in the store can sit down to eat. The food is very simple, a pot of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a pot of stewed beef brisket with potatoes.

There is a thing that surprises the layman. The prevalence rate of stomach disease among small restaurant owners, cooks, and waiters is very high, which can almost be said to be an occupational disease.

Nanyi and the others ate breakfast around nine o'clock in the morning, and didn't eat their second meal until this o'clock. The next meal had to wait until at least nine o'clock, and dinner could only be eaten when the guests were almost gone.

There is no fixed daily meal time at all, it is flexible depending on the business situation. The diet is irregular and the food is usually not very good. It is strange if there is no stomach problem.

Cooking is a job for a chef, and he will do his best to serve the guests, but when he cooks for himself, there are only two words left—to be fooled, what is simple to do, only to ensure that it is cooked, not to ensure that it is delicious. Spoon is in a bad mood.

"Old Luo, according to the eating habits of the eagle countrymen, they will eat casually at noon, the simpler the better, I plan to see the situation in two days, and launch a plate of rice, um, it is a rice bowl , let’s make the name a bit taller, and call it Chunao, the emperor of Zhou, Chunao.”

Nan Yi then told the three of Chun Ao's allusions, and then asked Streeter, "Which emperor do you know in ancient China?"

"Many, Li Shimin, Genghis Khan, and a few more, I forgot, BOSS, I dropped out of high school in my first year of high school, and I don't know much about history." Street said apologetically.

There are chapters on East Asia in Yingguo’s junior and senior high school history elective textbooks. The description of Huaguo is not too long, but there are general introductions from the Shang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty. The largest city in the world; and the navigation technology of the Song Dynasty.

The article about Mongolia is the longest, probably because Mongolia almost copied their old nest, and they think Mongolia is very powerful.

Well, the Opium Wars were not mentioned.

"OK, when we introduced Zhou Tianzi Chunbo, it can be said that this is Genghis Khan's favorite food. Once, his servant overturned his Chunbo, and he became furious and slaughtered 13 members of the servant's family, oh , No, the number is still changed to 12.

Penny, do you think 12 is too little, should I change it to a bigger number? "

As Nanyi said, he asked Streeter for his opinion.

"I think 12 is a lot."

Streeter was a little dumbfounded by Nanyi's behavior of fabricating historical allusions.

"That's 12. When Genghis Khan was dying of serious illness, he never forgot to eat a bowl of the most authentic Chunao. Before he died, he left a sentence for Bo'er Jijin Tuolei: 'Down Wuchuan, find a The chef surnamed Luo, let him make a bowl of Chunao and put it in front of my tomb.'

And you, Lao Luo, are the descendants of the cook that Genghis Khan never forgot. "

"Boss, is this why you arrange an ancestor for me?" Luo Kun laughed.

"Not happy?" Nan Yi shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's say it's your patriarch. This cook's surname is not Luo, but Liu. I remember that there was a female imperial cook named Liu Niangzi in the Song Dynasty, so I said she was Liu Niangzi." descendants."

"This Mrs. Liu cooks Sichuan cuisine?"

"Ghost knows, I didn't mention it in the books I read. Since there is no clear record, then the allusion can be pressed on her head at will. You see how busy Qianlong is. We have dishes he ate all over the country, and he gave them names every now and then. .

Qianlong traveled to the south of the Yangtze River six times and went to Wuchuan for the fifth time. He found the descendants of Mrs. Liu. After eating a bowl of chunbo, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes and left two lines of poems - enjoy chunbo in front of the dragon gate, Seat... Lin... Immortal..."

Nan Yi waved his hand and sighed: "Forget it, I haven't thought about the next sentence yet, so I don't need to say this one."

"Miss Liu's family cooks happily." Dai Xiuxiu said.

"Enjoy Chun Boil in front of the Dragon Gate, and the lady of the Liu family cooks delicious food." After Nan Yi chanted, he said, "It's almost meaningless. Forget it, this is at best a doggerel. Although Qianlong's poetry is not very good, it must be better than This is good.

After changing it, it is said that Qianlong ate Cheng Huaixiu, and the descendants of Mrs. Liu were called this. After eating the Chun boil made by Cheng Huaixiu, he could not forget it. He still missed it when he returned to the palace. Only then did he go to Jiangnan for the sixth time.

Xiuxiu, you are a literature student, and you will make up a poignant love story later on. "

"Okay." Dai Xiuxiu nodded and said, "It's just that Mrs. Liu's descendants shouldn't be named Liu, why is she called Cheng Huaixiu again?"

"It's easy to explain. Let's say Mrs. Liu married a scholar named Cheng."

After Nanyi finished speaking, I also felt strange, why he would blurt out the name "Cheng Huaixiu", "Qianlong, Cheng Huaixiu... The mountains and rivers can't bear too much sorrow, remember, the female gang leader of the Salt Gang in "Joking about Qianlong" It's called Cheng Huaixiu.

Hehe, Cheng Huaixiu, do you want to look for it when you return to Xiangyu..."