MMB Chapter 189, 807 pieces
Chapter 189, 807 pieces
The blogger pointed to the sauce jar next to him and said.
"Why don't you use your homemade sauce? This sauce is quite commercial; it feels similar to other grilled cold noodles. I think if you want to differentiate yourself, you have to make your own sauce."
"And I think the spiciness of this chili is a bit strange, it's a little overpowering."
The question raised by this person was excellent, and Chen Yuan immediately wrote it down.
"Thank you for your feedback. This sauce is indeed a commercially available sauce. We'll switch to our own homemade sauce tomorrow. Are you free tomorrow? Would you like to come and try some more?"
The blogger looked conflicted.
"I really want to come, but I have a restaurant visit scheduled for tomorrow, which I made a long time ago..."
"Well, there's nothing I can do about that. Thank you for your valuable feedback. I'll give you a discount next time you come," Chen Yuan said.
Blogger: This makes me want to cry!
Then, several other opinions were raised, some major and some minor.
Chen Yuan accepted them all and wrote them down, speaking sincerely.
"We're all seasoned foodies, and what you've said is spot on. Street food is all about being palatable; if it's too sweet, it's cloying, and if it's too spicy, it overpowers the other flavors. If it's too crispy, it'll prick your mouth."
"Okay, we'll make some minor adjustments based on everyone's feedback tomorrow. Feel free to try it out again if you have time."
Xia Qing, standing to the side, looked at Chen Yuan's effortless demeanor with eyes overflowing with admiration.
After everyone dispersed, Chen Yuan made another batch.
He divided this portion in two.
He handed half to Xia Qing and kept the other half for himself.
Chen Yuan gestured for Xia Qing to try his cooking, and Xia Qing took the cardboard box.
Chen Yuan's work was getting better and better each time. The one he handed over had an amber-colored sheen, distinct layers at the cut, and the egg and sauce were perfectly blended.
The steam, carrying the aroma of caramelized sauce and the refreshing scent of vinegar, filled my nostrils.
She blew on it forcefully, then carefully took a bite.
Xia Qing was slightly surprised when her teeth broke through the outer skin and revealed a chewy interior.
The sauce isn't just a superficial sweet and salty flavor; it's a rich, layered flavor with a subtle sourness that perfectly balances the richness.
In addition, the freshness of onions and the unique flavor of cilantro burst forth as you chew.
The flavor of the grilled cold noodles is fully displayed in this bite.
Xia Qing slowly stopped chewing.
She looked up at Chen Yuan, her eyes filled with pure, almost devout worship.
"Could you teach me? I can pay the tuition."
Chen Yuan said, "No problem, no tuition fee. Just watch my movements and lip movements carefully, and I will explain each step to you clearly."
Xia Qing was so excited she didn't know what to say, while Chen Yuan had already started moving again.
Besides the three-temperature and seven-heat settings, there are also specific techniques for applying sauce.
"After flipping it over, don't brush the sauce on directly. Spray it with water twice first. Use the heat to bring out the aroma of the sauce. Use sweet bean sauce as a base, and apply the chili sauce mainly to the sides."
"This vinegar should be added last, and dropped in the middle."
After drizzling the sauce, he quickly sprinkled onion pieces and cilantro on top, his movements clean and efficient.
Even the final step of folding has its own rules.
"Watch closely. Use the edge of the shovel to press both sides inwards firmly, then fold it over from the opposite corner. Fold it into three folds, leaving gaps inside so that the heat won't get trapped."
"If the heat gets trapped inside, the outside will become soft and the inside will become too moist. The texture won't be very good."
Chen Yuan taught him little by little.
Xia Qing is a good student. Although she can't speak, she is very smart and hardworking.
After Chen Yuan taught her a few times, she took the initiative to try it herself.
I learned it very quickly.
Although it's just some minor adjustments, the flavor of the grilled cold noodles has really improved.
The aroma wafted out, attracting many more people.
all of a sudden.
Xia Qing was surrounded by enthusiasm and was so flustered that by the time she realized what was happening, Chen Yuan was already gone.
The residual heat on the iron plate had not yet dissipated.
Xia Qing had already quickly packed up her things.
We closed up shop almost an hour earlier than usual today.
She opened her phone and coin box, counted the money inside, and then added it all up and subtracted the cost of ingredients, gas, and stall management fees.
The computer stopped steadily at the number 807.
807.
Net profit.
She stared at it for a full ten seconds, then her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She quickly lowered her head and wiped her eyes hard with the back of her hand.
This was the day he earned the most in the year or so since he set up his grilled cold noodles stall.
I used to work myself to the bone until the night before, my back was so bent I couldn't straighten up, and I could barely earn three or four hundred yuan.
Xia Qing looked up in the direction of the breakfast shop. The shutter door was already closed, and Chen Yuan was nowhere to be found.
Xia Qing bowed deeply to the breakfast shop from afar.
For the young girl who had experienced the harsh realities of life, Chen Yuan's kindness brought her warmth.
After she packed her things, she got on the tricycle.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, heading deeper into the old town.
Turn two streets.
The hustle and bustle of the city was gradually left behind.
Finally, the car stopped in an old neighborhood.
Most of the houses here are old houses built in the 90s.
The paint on the walls was peeling and mottled, and rainwater left marks of varying depths. Electrical wires crisscrossed under the low eaves.
Xia Qing stopped the car, carefully locked it, and then went inside her house.
The door was rusty and creaked when pushed open.
The room wasn't big.
It's just a typical one-bedroom apartment.
It was old, but very clean.
The cement floor is mopped every day, and the cracks in the corners of the walls are neatly covered with old newspapers.
The table was covered with a faded floral cloth, on which sat an enamel mug, a sewing box, and other items.
A simple wooden bed was set up in the corner, with sheets made from old curtains that had faded after washing.
On the windowsill were four flowerpots made from plastic bottles, filled with pothos, mint, and two unidentified weeds.
It looks like it adds a lot of brightness to this home.
In addition, the kitchen and bathroom were kept spotless.
Xia Qing went inside, and her grandmother's hoarse voice came from the inner room.
"Qingqing is back."
"Is Qingqing back?"
The old man, who had difficulty walking, came out of the inner room while holding onto the wall, carrying a bowl of half-picked green beans.
Xia Qing is drinking water.
Seeing her grandmother come out, Xia Qing hurriedly put down her water cup, walked over happily, and gestured to the old woman.
"Grandma!"
"Guess how much money I made today!"