Taking my daughter to open a breakfast shop and making millions of people cry

The soup is sweet but not greasy, and this sweetness is with a touch of sweetness, which is completely different from the sweetness of the red bean soup I drank before.

The sweetness in it is very special, and there is an indescribable feeling.

Wang Xue looked at the satisfied expressions on everyone's faces, and couldn't wait to take a sip of red bean soup, which was a little different from what she usually drank.

The red beans in the red bean soup are distinct, put into the mouth, bite down and have a feeling of bursting pulp, the bean paste breaks through the bean skin, and the bean aroma is rich in instant.

There is also this red date, there is no soft rot, the whole red date looks very appetizing.

The soup has a sweet and delicious texture, which is completely different from what is sold in the market.

"Boss Ye, isn't the sugar in your red bean soup particularly boiled?"

Wei Chikuang drank the last mouthful of soup, and there was not a single red bean left in the bowl, and the aftertaste was endless.

Ye Cheng was also more satisfied with his red bean soup, stood up, returned to the kitchen with the tableware, put the remaining brown sugar into the bag, and stayed in front of everyone.

"The sweetness of the soup is here."

He smiled faintly.

Seeing the brown sugar in the bag, everyone's eyes widened.

"Isn't this brown sugar?"

Wei Chikuang was even more puzzled, he had not seen brown sugar, nor had he eaten it, it was obviously not the same as the taste inside.

"This is made from sugar cane, so it is mixed with the fragrance of sugar cane."

"Did you just boil it today?"

"Hmm."

Hearing Boss Ye say this, Wei Chikuang's face was abrupt, no wonder there was a touch of sweetness in this red bean soup, it turned out to be because brown sugar was freshly boiled.

"Boss Ye, is there anything else?"

"No more."

"When will I be on the menu?"

"Tomorrow morning, red bean soup will only be sold in the evening and morning."

Ye Cheng considered the boiling of brown sugar, put red bean sugar for breakfast and dinner, and lunch would not be too rushed.

"Then I'll be sure to come early tomorrow morning."

Everyone spoke in unison.

Red bean soup is what everyone in Nancheng has drunk since childhood, and the red bean soup made by Boss Ye makes them can't help but recall the taste when they were children.

Even better than the red bean soup I drank as a child.

Ye Cheng took advantage of the afternoon to buy two more stoves, the table was full, red beans were soaked with water in advance, but they could not be soaked for too long, it was easy to soak the skin of red beans, and the time was not bad for a second.

"Boss, will this pot be a little small?"

Zheng Junwei looked at the pot, if it boiled until the red bean soup, I am afraid that this pot would not be able to boil many bowls.

"This is boiled brown sugar, you can't boil too much at a time, otherwise you will lose its original aroma."

Ye Cheng explained.

Zheng Junwei nodded, never thought that cooking and so much attention, ordinary food can become a delicacy here in Boss Ye, to illustrate one point, that is, the details.

The ingredients of all things are the same, why the taste of the boss's cooking is excellent, Boss Ye pinched the details very well.

"Tomorrow our red bean soup can be officially put on sale, if you have a warm pot at home, you can take it and bring some back to your family, even if the red bean soup is long, as long as the temperature is not cold, it will not affect the taste."

Ye Cheng put the washed red beans into the bag and carefully placed them in the corner of the refrigerator.

The electricity bill of the small shop is rich every month, and they dare not owe money, and if the power goes out in the middle of the night, all the prepared ingredients will deteriorate, resulting in the next day being unable to operate normally.

"Boss, if the red bean soup is long and does not affect the taste, will it be taken out?"

"Don't do it, the red bean soup has just been cooked, the red beans are distinct, if it is too bumpy, it is likely that in the middle of the road, the red beans directly become crumbled, which will also affect the taste."

Ye Cheng didn't think about taking away, at least not now, the taste of takeaway is poor, which will directly affect word of mouth.

Zheng Junwei nodded and did not speak again.

That evening, at 5:10, the first wave of customers came to the door, and soon the small shop became hot, and the queue lined up from the inside to the outside and then to the door of the community.

There were many unfamiliar faces in the queue.

"Have you heard, Boss Ye's family is about to release a new product, I will come to see if there is any today, I am looking forward to it."

"What's new, why haven't I heard about it, where did you see the news so well-informed, it won't be Boss Ye himself telling you, right?"

"Didn't you read Weibo, a bowl of red bean soup This Weibo content is very popular, even if you don't have to guess, you know who is written on it."

"It's just, you don't pay too much attention to Boss Ye's house."

......

A lot of people in line came because of this article, and a bowl of red bean soup means a lot to the people of Nancheng.

In everyone's memory, red bean soup is a must-eat.

And I want to find the taste when I was a child, there are a lot of red bean soup sold on the market, but there are few that are really more brilliant.

"Boss Ye, is there a new product today, I heard that your family is going to produce red bean soup, when will it come out?"

"You're not right, Boss Ye, we are all old customers, why don't you know that you are going to produce a new product here, are you doing something behind our backs?"

"Where is the red bean soup, why didn't I see it?"

"Aren't you, even Boss Ye knows what new products he is going to produce, it's too godly, right?"

......

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Ye Cheng put the picked up meat buns on the dinner plate, and faced everyone's questions, he smiled faintly, "Red bean soup will be served from tomorrow morning, and it will be served for both morning and evening meals." "

Really?!"

Everyone was pleasantly surprised, Boss Ye's new is a big thing, and these old customers have been looking forward to it for a long time.

Ye Cheng nodded and continued to busy himself with the work at hand, looking focused.

The crowd began to talk about the new dish of red bean soup, and there were various expectations.

That night, it was already half past eight to see off the last wave of customers, packed up the small shop, and Ye Cheng locked the door and left directly.

Back home, my parents were watching TV in the living room, heard a voice at the door, stood up, and signaled him to make a small noise.

The old mother came over, took her son's arm, pointed to the bedroom, brought it to her ear, and lowered her voice, "Tuan Tuan is sick, it was sent back by Teacher Fang, the little one has been sticking and refusing to let her go, I can't say anything to your father." Hearing

that his daughter was sick, Ye Cheng looked anxious, took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger, "Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Teacher Fang said, it is the meal, you must be busy, she took us to the hospital, nothing serious, it was caused by tonsil inflammation."

The old mother took her son's hand, pulled it aside, and continued, "You have to treat people well, Xiaofang is a good girl, so attentive to Tuantuan, it's good."

"Mom, don't mess up."

Ye Cheng shook his head helplessly, pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, the little figure on the bed was already asleep, and his little face was flushed.