Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

Chapter 242 Spring is the season when everything comes back to life

So when An Qiao finished her work and sat down, Gu Qingpei no longer thought of this as a simple restaurant and the person in front of him as a simple young lady.

An Qiao sat in the corridor holding the large bowl she bought specially. The essence of the small pot rice noodles lies in the rich and varied condiments in it.

Tomatoes, bean sprouts, tofu skin, minced meat, mixed sauce, leeks… the varieties are many and complex, and all the flavors are retained in the thick soup.

Anqiao likes spicy food, so she adds chili oil to it.

Add dried chili powder and Sichuan peppercorns, pour hot oil on them, and you’ll immediately get that fresh flavor.

A big bowl is needed to hold all the condiments. Anqiao loves all kinds of food, so she knows what kind of utensils will make it taste better. An iron spoon is the best.

Because putting it on a spoon can have a cooling effect, but iron spoons are not allowed in this era.

So Anqiao customized a lot of wooden spoons, most of which are large and flat, just right for holding rice noodles or other ingredients.

Just like snail noodles, An Qiao feels that it tastes especially better when mixed with soup.

The containers used for eating rice noodles, pasta and vermicelli are always very large, and Anqiao likes them very much.

Gu Qingyun also likes it, but he doesn’t like eating soupy breakfast in the morning.

Unless you let him drink some milk or soy milk.

He always felt that his breakfast was too soupy and a bit unappetizing.

"Young lady, take your time eating. I'm going to the front." After eating, Lixia, Jingzhe, Yushui, Qiufen and others stood up and walked out.

This is how it is in a restaurant, some people are making breakfast in the back, while others are busy at the front.

It is getting late now and the restaurants in Kyoto have begun their busy day.

Even Zhao Hengzhi and Xu Banshan wiped their mouths and returned to their respective jobs.

Zhao Hengzhi was very busy all day.

Because he is indeed the best pastry chef in the entire store, some people like to eat those sweet pastries for breakfast, such as Zhao Huaiqing, and now there is another one, Gu Qingpei.

There was afternoon tea in the afternoon and he had to prepare it, so he had no time to rest.

"Okay." An Qiao responded quickly with her head almost buried in the bowl.

Gu Qingpei still didn't quite believe it, until he saw Zhao Hengzhi actually walk into the small room where cakes were made, he was still dumbfounded.

Could this be a group of actors? Their purpose today is to amuse themselves.

But soon, the menu came from the front.

"Master Zhao, the snow skin mooncakes sold particularly well yesterday, so we have to make more today. The mung bean pastries sold less yesterday, but we still have some. We can lower the price and sell more today, so you don't have to make any for now." Qiufen said in a businesslike manner.

Pastries are different from other things. If you cook a whole pot of leftover vegetables and meat and cannot sell them by the evening, they will be useless.

But pastries are different. For example, although puff pastries are not as crispy on the second day as on the first day, they are still not inedible.

So the person who opens the door first every day goes to take inventory, and if he sees anything missing, or if yesterday’s popular items are missing, he will come back to inform us.

An Qiao felt that consumers should not be deceived, so whenever there was something that was not sold out, she would write it clearly the next day and then lower the price a little bit if she said she still wanted to sell it.

Zhao Hengzhi nodded without raising his head, indicating that he understood.

But he still started making the butterfly pastries.

I didn’t choose the snow skin mooncakes which sell better.

No one else dared to mess with him. Although they thought it was weird, the butterfly cakes were selling well, so Qiufen ignored him.

An Qiao saw it, and smiled slyly.

It was not until he saw the knife in Zhao Hengzhi's eyes that he quietly left.

Zhao Hengzhi's unmarried wife loves to eat butterfly cakes the most. I wonder which wife is coming to visit today, or whether Zhao Hengzhi is preparing to make some and send them to her.

Gu Qingpei always eats slowly. When Gu Qingyun stuffs the food into his mouth, he eats elegantly like a "misguided" young man.

After An Qiao gave instructions to Xing Huan, Xing Yao and the others cleared the dishes, Gu Qing Pei slowly put down the food in his hand.

"The food made by the young lady is really delicious. No wonder my useless brother has to run to the restaurant all day long." Gu Qingpei looked at An Qiao indifferently, with a hint of praise in his eyes.

An Qiao had finally met such a polite and gentle guest, so she naturally smiled softly, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Gu. If you want to eat in the future, you can come directly. Your brother has a lot of silver here, you can eat together."

Gu Qingyun's mood, which had finally calmed down, became irritable again and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Until An Qiao turned to look at him, "What's wrong with you, Master?"

"Why do you let him spend my money? I agreed, and you act on your own! You even invited him to have dinner with you, why didn't you invite me?" These words were full of jealousy, and everyone present, except An Qiao, quietly shut up.

"Isn't he your brother?" An Qiao was a little stunned. Gu Qingyun looked quite mature before, but why did he become more and more like a child recently?

What's wrong with me?

"No...my young master, what's wrong with you recently?" An Qiao couldn't help but ask.

Sure enough, when Gu Qingyun heard him call him Young Master again, he was furious and said, "Just wait, I will stay in your restaurant tonight, and you have to cook for me every day."

This time, not only An Qiao was stunned, even Gu Qingpei couldn't help but widen his eyes.

What kind of development is this, what kind of young master is this?

Gu Qingyun didn't care what other people thought. He stood up and left, and before leaving, he did not forget to throw down a silver ingot.

"Why did you give me money again?" An Qiao yelled at his back.

Gu Qingyun left without looking back. What's wrong with giving me money? Don't you like money? I'll give you more.

Gu Qing Pei smiled awkwardly, "Please forgive me, my brother has had some problems recently and is in a bad mood. I will go to him right now and I will criticize him for you."

An Qiao shook her head to indicate that it was okay.

Gu Qingpei still felt very embarrassed, so he stood up and went out to chase Gu Qingyun.

Others didn't know what was going on, so how could he not know?

Gu Qingyun seemed to have really fallen in love with this young lady, and his feelings for her were almost written on his forehead.

I don’t know if it’s because this young lady is too young or because she hasn’t considered matters of the heart, but she always looks dazed and seems a little indifferent.

Gu Qing Pei was thinking that this young lady was not a good match for him, and it would be a very bad thing if his brother took a concubine first.

At the same time, I was thinking, if this young lady doesn't want to be a concubine, how much my brother must miss her.