Transcendent Dawn

The Baijing Restaurant in Mingyue Community is on fire!

What is on fire with the restaurant is the owner's rules that can piss people off.

Open during the day depending on your mood, you can open it or not.

It is open until nine o'clock at night at most, and then it will not make any money!

And, cash only!

In this era of advanced online payment, this is simply anti-human.

I don't know how many people criticized this, but Sulu is a salted fish.

After earning enough rent and living expenses, he almost wanted to close the door, but he didn't know when the spiritual recovery would come, so he reluctantly opened it to make ends meet.

As for business hours? He has something to do during the day, except at night, everything else depends on his mood.

But his craft is really good.

The key is the craftsmanship of a five-star chef. The charge is only one or two times more expensive than that of ordinary restaurants. Coupled with the awkward rules, it has been hyped into a celebrity chef for some reason. Attracted a group of loyal gourmet regulars.

Another night.

Sulu opened the shutter door and started business.

Because of his 'inhumanity', he lost a lot of ordinary customers, but he didn't care. If there were too many people, he would be too busy to take care of them. What do you need so many customers?

It is already seven o'clock in the evening.

According to his rules, it is not a businessman's practice to open for two hours today.

But when Sulu stood behind the cabinet, customers in twos and threes had already entered the store, consciously touching out cash.

"Boss!"

Li Weiwei had just come back from get off work, and when she saw the store was open, her eyes lit up and she walked in.

She was completely overwhelmed by the dishes here.

More importantly, living nearby has many advantages over other gourmets. You can often eat delicious food. In this tired city, it can be regarded as a little happiness worth looking forward to, right?

"Welcome, what would you like?"

Sulu put on a professional smile.

"I want a piece of Wensi tofu, and a bowl of rice!" Li Weiwei said shyly, "I lost weight recently..."

In fact, the food in the restaurant was too expensive, and she couldn't afford it as a wage earner.

"OK."

Sulu took the money and started working.

Although the materials used in this dish are ordinary, it is a test of knife skills. A piece of tofu is peeled off the old skin, cut into hundreds of knives horizontally and nearly two hundred knives vertically, cut into thousands of shredded tofu, and then put it into the prepared clear soup. Like hair, not sticky, looks like a work of art.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

But here in Sulu, he is faster with a knife.

Holding a piece of tofu, I saw the light of the knife flickering, and within a few minutes, it was put into a transparent glass cup.

A tofu flower slowly blooms.

"Wow!"

Li Weiwei's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to scoop it into his mouth. He felt that it was smooth and moist, and fresh and delicious. The trace of tofu seemed to melt in his mouth, and the fragrance lingered on his cheeks. Throat, poured into the abdomen, very smooth.

She cautiously took another sip, and narrowed her eyes happily: "It's delicious..."

There are no words of praise that I can think of.

...

"Haha... Boss Bai's craftsmanship,

I really have nothing to say..."

Next to her, a woman in a suit and leather shoes with a very successful temperament looked at the Wensi tofu on Li Weiwei's table and said with a smile, "Please give me one too, and a squirrel mandarin fish..."

There are people sitting in twos and threes on the tables in the shop. Maybe they are bosses, students, taxi drivers, typists during the day... But at this moment, they have only one unified identity, that is, diners! Diners looking forward to a palate treat.

"OK, just a second……"

Sulu greeted and went to cook again.

This woman is supposed to be a successful person. She is called 'Sister Hong'. After eating here once, she will drive a BMW even if it is windy or rainy. She also likes to talk to him. She is speechless.

Although he slandered secretly, he moved quickly.

After the mandarin fish is cut into chrysanthemums, it is fried in a frying pan immediately after the mandarin fish is fried. The fragrant smell rushes in, making the customers in the store take a deep breath.

After frying, the mandarin fish has its head raised and its mouth open, its tail is slightly raised, shaped like a squirrel, and when it is poured with sauce, it is even more fragrant and mouth-watering.

After the dishes were served, Sister Hong's Adam's apple rolled, and she couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, and she couldn't care less about talking to Sulu.

...

Sulu wiped off his sweat, put the last dish of 'pagoda meat' on the table, and checked the time.

Well, it's half past eight.

Immediately put up a sign that refuses to order food, ready to wait for the people in this restaurant to finish eating and leave.

It closes at nine, exactly.

Because of this, his shop specifically stated that no alcohol is served, and it is forbidden to bring your own.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that once you drink alcohol at any dinner party, it will take a long time, and you are particularly prone to drinking madness. Caterers are most afraid of meeting such guests.

Fortunately, the guests who haven't been driven away are already used to the strange rules of the shopkeeper, so they just rolled their eyes when they saw it, and let him go.

The time came to nine o'clock unconsciously.

"Boss Bai, little brother Bai..."

Sister Hong stood up gracefully: "Are you interested in becoming a chef in a restaurant? Your skills are really wasted here!"

In this era, real talents are not afraid of unemployment wherever they go.

In fact, this sister Hong is not the first to poach a role, nor will she be the last.

"Thank you, but I don't want to."

Su Lu politely declined, which slightly relieved Li who was pricking up his ears to eavesdrop.

If Boss Bai moved away and went to the big restaurant, she would definitely not be able to afford it. Besides, it was too far away.

Well, the latter factor is even more critical than the former.

"All right."

Sister Hong left with regret, and so did the other guests.

Only one table was occupied, with empty plates in front of it.

"Guest, the shop is closing."

Sulu walked over to chase people away.

"Bai Jing, I recognize you."

The young man stared at Sulu: "It's not here, but in various training halls... Now there is still a rumor in our circle that a stunned young man kicked the gym."

"So you are the boss of fighting!"

Sulu smiled: "I just went to try...and, almost every time I was beaten."

"No, I think you are very smart, but I just don't understand your intentions."

The young man frowned: "If you are looking for a gym with 'real kung fu', why did you suddenly stop and disappear? If you are looking for revenge, you won't have hatred with every coach in the training ground... or……"

He smiled at Sulu: "Are you a born masochist?"

‘Are you a masochist? Your whole family are masochists! '

Sulu rolled his eyes: "This seems to be my freedom."

"I mean no harm, this is my business card."

The young man stood up and handed Sulu a business card: "I will come again, just want to make friends with you. By the way, your food here is really delicious."