Huayu Chef

044 Jianbing Guozi, you're so beautiful

As night falls, the Wild Kitchen is brightly lit.

The 44 seats in the dining area were all occupied, making a lot of noise, and the air was filled with the strong smell of braised meat and kimchi.

Groups of two or three customers entered the store, but all left disappointed.

"Sorry, we're out of braised chicken feet and braised black duck. Please come back tomorrow."

"Sister Liu, let's put up a sign to remind everyone."

"Okay, boss."

Zhang Jinxuan stretched and loosened up, then pulled out a snowflake crisp from somewhere and waved it in front of Yu Jingmin.

Yu Jingmin's beautiful eyes followed the snowflake pastry, then she realized what it was, rolled her eyes at Zhang Jinxuan, pointed at the snowflake pastry, gestured a few times, and asked where the snowflake pastry came from.

Zhang Jinxuan complained, "The employees in our store are so hard to please. They're all so picky eaters. They won't leave a single piece of the delicious snowflake crisps, and nobody touches the ones that aren't good. Luckily, I noticed in time and secretly hid two pieces. Here, eat them."

Yu Jingmin smiled and took the snowflake pastry from his hand, broke it in half, and handed one half to Zhang Jinxuan. Zhang Jinxuan shook his head and said, "You eat it, I don't have an appetite."

Xiao Yu is beautiful and kind-hearted. She didn't want to keep her partner to herself, so she gave her other half to Sister Liu, who often took care of her.

Zhang Jinxuan sat down in her seat, opened the cash register, took out a small ledger and looked through it. As of now, today's turnover has just exceeded 40,000.

The combined sales over Friday, Saturday, and Sunday exceeded 10 yuan, and the total profit since opening has exceeded 20 yuan. With one week left in March, it will definitely reach 30 yuan.

After deducting operating costs, various management fees and expenses, and taxes, I estimate that I can break even, and next month will be pure profit.

After signing the contract with Guangyuan Foods on the 31st and receiving a share of the 200,000 yuan endorsement fee, Zhang Jinxuan will have 200,000 to 300,000 yuan in funds after paying personal income tax. At that time, he can consider moving to a larger store.

Big stores are making big money, they're smug.

Mao Juncong rubbed his aching back and came closer, looking like he'd been tricked. He sighed and said, "I've been making braised dishes for years, and this is the first time I've ever had such good business. The stove is never off, the pots are never cold, we're working non-stop. It's exhausting, so exhausting. I'm really not used to it."

Zhang Jinxuan put down the account book and asked with a smile, "Wasn't it particularly fulfilling?"

"Texu."

Tang Qiwen joked, "Brother Cong, you're in poor health, buy some supplements to help you recover."

"There's a trick to it?"

Tang Qiwen couldn't hold back any longer, "Are you serious?"

Mao Juncong frankly stated, "Middle-aged men, nine out of ten need to take supplements."

Yu Jingmin, Liao Chuntao, Sister Liu, and Sister Zhao chuckled to themselves. The first two, being young and shy, had a gossipy glint in their eyes as they eavesdropped.

"Brother Cong, you're only in your thirties."

"Little Tang, you'll understand when you get married." Mao Juncong sighed and changed the subject, saying, "Boss, we use lard to make the braising broth in our shop, so we don't distinguish between Han Chinese and halal braised dishes. I think we can add a few more items: pig's head, pig's ears, pig's snout, pig's tongue, pig's tail, pig's trotters, and pig's large intestine. These are popular."

Zhang Jinxuan watched carefully and saw that Lao Mao was skilled. His confidence, ease, and proficiency in making braised dishes were naturally revealed and could not be hidden. Tang Qiwen recited the recipe and production process once, and he made a pot.

"Brother Mao, what ingredients can you use to make braised dishes?"

"There are so many! Pork, beef, mutton, chicken, duck, goose, everything that flies in the sky and runs on the ground, meat and vegetables, everything can be braised."

Zhang Jinxuan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"There are too many people who know how to make it, and the ones that taste good are just a few common ones. Even the braised food recipes that people know are very ordinary and lack any unique features."

"Being unique doesn't necessarily mean being popular," Zhang Jinxuan emphasized, then continued, "Our current store is small, and we have a lot of different items, so storing ingredients and keeping daily stock are all problems. Let's just make do for now, and we'll move to a bigger store later."

"Too."

"Xiao Tang, is the kimchi ready?"

"It's ready, boss." Tang Qiwen suddenly remembered something and said, "Boss, we're almost out of lard and chicken fat."

"Is there enough for tomorrow morning?"

"Enough for tomorrow."

"That's enough. Tomorrow morning I'll go to the market to buy some pork fat and chicken skin to render lard and chicken fat. I'll make you lard rice for lunch."

Mao Juncong shook his head repeatedly: "The food these days is too oily. Rice with lard is greasy, but pork cracklings are a good thing. They make everything taste good when stir-fried. Just sprinkle some salt and pepper on them and you have a dish to go with drinks."

The food sparked a conversation, and Liao Chuntao chimed in, "I like the kind with a bit of lean meat; it's incredibly fragrant when it's fried until crispy."

"The pork crackling buns are absolutely amazing; one bite and your mouth is filled with juicy goodness," Tang Qiwen said with a wistful expression.

Zhang Jinxuan really enjoyed the atmosphere and showed a doting expression, saying generously, "Want to eat these? It's easy! There might not be enough time tomorrow morning, but I'll make you pork crackling buns another day."

"Really, boss?"

"Aren't steamed buns boiled?"

Mao Juncong chimed in, "You can boil them, like pan-fried buns."

"Does the boss know how to make pan-fried buns?"

"I can cook, I'll make it for you when I have time. The guests have left, Xiao Liao, Sister Liu, Sister Zhao, go out and clean up."

Tomorrow is Monday, so we don't need to stock up on too much stock. With Mao Juncong joining us as a strong ally, the dining area is ready, and the kitchen is almost cleaned up as well.

Close the door and go home.

Back home, Zhang Jinxuan saw Sleeping Beauty lying on the sofa watching TV and eating snacks. Her figure was graceful and her curves were fully exposed. Zhang Jinxuan's heart warmed. Without saying a word, he went over and picked up the silly beauty in a princess carry. Amid her exclamations and giggles, he quickly walked into the bathroom.

The door slammed shut.

The water murmured softly, and human voices sobbed softly.

On the first day of the new week, Zhang Jinxuan and Nazha got up at the same time and went out together. If they weren't afraid of being photographed together, Nazha would have wanted to have breakfast with him.

After the two parted ways, Zhang Jinxuan went to the shop for breakfast, checked in, and then drove to the market to buy pork fat and chicken skin.

The restaurant doesn't serve stir-fried dishes, so the daily usage of lard and chicken fat isn't very large; one batch can last for several days.

Actually, buying ready-made products would be more convenient, but Zhang Jinxuan is not at ease using them. The technology is so advanced that he doesn't even dare to eat them himself, so how can he let his customers eat them?

Anyway, rendering oil is not difficult. You can render some yourself whenever you have time. It's clean and hygienic, and there are no random additives.

If there's a problem with the pigs, then there's nothing that can be done.

Time slipped by quietly, and another ordinary, leisurely day passed.

6:00 AM, March 26th, West Gate of Beijing Film Academy.

Since it was still early, the main gate was deserted, with the streetlights dimly lit, while Xitucheng Road across the street was bustling with traffic, headlights flashing, and horns honking from time to time.

Zhuangzhuang carried a backpack and had his hands in his pockets. Huang Mengying, dressed in all black, had a handbag slung over her elbow and kept glancing south, as if she was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a familiar, tall figure came into view, and she waved and called out, "Brother Xuan."

Zhang Jinxuan, carrying his bag, quickly stepped forward and asked, "Zhuangzhuang, Mengying, have you been waiting long?"

Zhuangzhuang replied, "We just arrived too."

"The high-speed train leaves at 7:49. It's only 6:00 now, enough time to grab breakfast. Would you two do me the honor of joining us?"

Zhuangzhuang pouted and said firmly, "Brother Xuan, don't try to fob me off with a bowl of noodles. I'm going to Tianjin for jianbing guozi for breakfast this morning..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Jinxuan suddenly made a rock and roll hand gesture, mimicking playing basketball, and started singing and dancing forward: "Yo yo | Check it out | Give me a set of jianbing guozi..."

It's a shame he wasn't wearing overalls today, otherwise he would have been phenomenal.

Zhuangzhuang was dumbfounded. "Brother Xuan, what's wrong with you?"

Haha~~

Huang Mengying laughed so hard she almost fell over. Brother Xuan was so funny, but the song was quite nice, with a simple melody that you could learn in no time.

"What are you two standing there for? Let's go."

"Brother Xuan, what song is this? I've never heard it before!"

"A made-up song about jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe)".

"Is there more?"

"One egg for one dollar | Add more noodles if you like it crispy..."

"That's all?"

"Why the rush? It's already being written."