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

What the hell is going on here?

It is obviously the same thing, and the ingredients are also put by the boss himself, why is the taste so much worse?

Zheng Junwei suddenly understood why the boss was not afraid of his peers to eat, it turned out that the key was here.

A good bowl of oil-poured noodles is not only the ingredients, but also the heat and technique are very important.

Even if all the ingredients are ready, the average person may not be able to make the delicious food made by the boss.

"Mom, you eat a few buns first, tomorrow I will take you to the store to eat, our boss made oil noodles much better than mine."

He took the noodles back to the kitchen and could only take his mother to the store tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Zheng Junwei got up earlier than usual and took a car with his mother to the small shop.

When I came to the small shop, it was 5:30 in the morning, there was no queue at the door, pushed open the door of the small shop, and saw the busy figure inside.

"Boss, can my mother wait in the store for business?"

He helped his mother to sit at the table.

"Hmm."

Ye Cheng did not lift his head, put the kneaded dough into the refrigerator, picked up the earliest piece of dough and put the noodles in the pot, scooped it up and put it in the ingredients and poured hot oil.

Moisture.

The hot oil collides with ingredients such as chili and garlic paste, and the aroma instantly fills the shop.

Mother Zheng raised her head and looked at the figure who walked in, her gaze fell on the oily noodles in front of her, and she sniffed, "What a fragrant noodles." Picking

up the chopsticks and taking a bite, a shallow smile appeared on his face covered with ravines, "This side is delicious."

"Boss, thank you."

Zheng Junwei cleaned up the small shop.

This time is not business hours, but the boss took time to make a bowl of oil noodles for his mother, and he was indescribably moved.

"What about the noodles you took back yesterday?"

Ye Cheng continued to knead the dough.

"Don't mention it, I don't master the heat well, the noodles are soft and rotten, it is estimated that the oil is not hot enough, and there is no aroma of this hot oil drizzling on the raw materials."

Zheng Junwei spoke of his failure.

"Then there is no way, let's eat it in the store later."

Ye Cheng knows that the heat time to cook a bowl of noodles is very important, not only that, but the temperature of the hot oil is also the key, if it is cold, it will not achieve the desired taste.

If it's too hot, chili noodles are definitely mushy.

Zheng's mother finished a bowl of oil-poured noodles in just ten minutes, said goodbye to her son, left the small shop, and took the 13th road home.

The small shop opened, and the door team had arrived at the gate of the community, and for this noodles, they came much earlier than usual.

"Boss, a bowl of oil-poured noodles, six sauce meat buns, two tea eggs, and a bowl of beef bone soup."

"Me too."

......

The sound of the arrival echoed in the small shop.

Ye Cheng skillfully pulled the noodles, and several bowls of noodles quickly came out of the pot, although they were freshly made noodles, they did not waste time at all.

"This oil splash noodles is so delicious, bring my girlfriend over at night, she loves pasta the most."

"Don't bring your girlfriend over, be careful that your girlfriend falls in love with Boss Ye, who can cook, it's too late for you to cry."

"That's right, that's right, don't talk about your girlfriend, even me, a man, has to fall in love with Boss Ye."

......

Guys, you are ridiculing me every word.

Standing in the crowd, a figure looked at the kitchen from time to time, and a shyness flashed on his face.

Finally, it was her turn to stand in front of the window, "Ye Cheng, I want a bowl of oil-poured noodles, four meat buns, a bowl of beef bone soup, and two tea eggs."

"Okay, wait a minute."

"Didn't you see Tuan Tuan on the weekend, playing with your grandparents at home?"

"Accompany my parents back to their hometown, come back this afternoon."

Ye Cheng pulled the noodles intently.

Seeing this, Fang Tian did not bother him anymore, and after paying the money, he found a seat and sat down, secretly looking at the figure in the kitchen.

Tuan Tuan's father is not only handsome, but also cooks deliciously, and whoever marries him in the future is afraid that he will be blessed with him in this life.

Zheng Junwei carried the dinner plate, shuttling through the small shop, the already small shop, in addition to five tables, surrounded by customers, there was a line, which seemed a little crowded.

However, it does not affect the business of small shops at all.

After the busy noon and cleaning up the small shop, Ye Cheng sat on the chair at the door and closed his eyes, heard the sound of braking at the door, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad."

Tuan Tuan opened his little hand and threw himself into his arms, raised his chubby cheeks, and smiled sweetly.

Ye Cheng picked up the little one and saw his parents who got out of the car, "I haven't eaten yet, I'll pull a bowl of noodles for you."

"No, let's go back... Noodles? "

Dad wanted his son to rest for a while, but after hearing the noodles, he clicked his mouth and wanted to taste it.

"Well, the new product that has just been launched, you can also try it."

Ye Cheng put down the little one and strode into the kitchen.

"Tuan Tuan wants to eat noodles, and the noodles made by Dad must be delicious."

The little one sat obediently at the table, his big watery eyes full of expectation.

The old couple looked at their son's skillful movements, wondering where did their son learn the craft?

"So fragrant."

Smelling the fragrance, the husband and wife spoke in unison.

Ye Cheng carried three bowls of noodles, put them on the table, sat on the opposite side, and helped the little one stir.

"Noodles, dough to eat noodles."

The little one waved his little hand anxiously.

"Well, this noodle... It's also delicious! "

Dad couldn't stop eating a bite, swallowed the whole bowl of noodles into his stomach, and still had a feeling of unfulfilled thought, I have to say that my son's craftsmanship is getting better and better.

Just a simple bowl of noodles is already so delicious.

"Son, your noodles are so delicious, can you teach your mother how to make it?"

"Mom, if you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Ye Cheng didn't want to tell his mother how to make it, this thing requires very precise craftsmanship, even if he told his mother the recipe and method, the taste may not be like this.

"The noodles are handmade, are the two busy?"

The mother did not struggle to make oil noodles anymore, thinking that her son had to pick things up again and pick noodles, I am afraid that I would not be able to be busy alone.

"There is no problem for the time being, there are relatively few types of small shops, and everyone basically orders these things, which is also convenient."

Ye Cheng hadn't thought about recruiting guys for the time being, the store was too small, and one more person would seem a little crowded.

"Exactly, this time I came back from my hometown to bring some special products, and put them in the small shop to see if you can use them, they are all mountain goods in the mountains."

Dad carried four large bags of mountain goods in the trunk and put them in the small shop.

All are sun-dried mushrooms, all natural and wild.

"I don't know what to do, take it home and find a dry place to put it, if I want to use it, I will take it."

Ye Cheng grabbed a handful of dried mushrooms, which are indeed good things, and the formal soup stewed chicken is very delicious.

"Okay, I'll take it back first, drive for half a day, and we'll go back first."

Dad stretched out his arm, and the young man could not compare, driving for half a day, tired bones hurt.

"Good."

Ye Cheng sent his parents away, returned to the small shop, and continued to knead the dough.