delicious master

Chapter 22 Winter Melon
The rest of the salt-baked chicken was packed and taken away by Boss Wu, who didn’t dislike it, and agreed on the supply of old chicken in the future.

No one expected that the final problem with this delicious salt-baked chicken turned out to be that the chicken was not old enough.

This matter was something Tang Xiaokang hadn't paid attention to, and it was also something Tang Youwei hadn't noticed at first.

But what makes Tang Xiaokang even more curious is how the old man thought that the problem with the taste of cottonwood comes from the fact that the chicken is not old enough.

"This is what your great-grandfather taught me."

Hearing Tang Xiaokang's doubts, Tang Youwei spoke slowly.

"When your great-grandpa taught me to make salt-baked chicken, there were no materials, so I could only draw and tell with bare hands. I didn't practice enough, so it feels a bit bad now, but he also specially reminded me at that time that the chicken must be old-fashioned. Chickens need to be more than 180 days old.

I used to follow your great-grandfather's words before, and I was used to it long ago, so I didn't notice this problem at the beginning. "

The tone was slow, but what Tang Youwei said shocked Tang Xiaokang.

Unexpectedly, just the precautions mentioned casually by his grandfather were enough to make him sink his head and face for several nights without understanding it.

Sure enough, he was indeed the man who was about to become the king of chefs in that era!

The problem is solved, the delicious salt-baked chicken is officially served, but at this moment, Dongju has no wooden sign about the price of salt-baked chicken.

At least until the custom-made price tag arrives, this salt-baked chicken can be officially sold.

All the menus and price lists of Dongju are engraved on a small wooden sign, with one plate for each dish and one price for each plate.

If there is such a situation as the salt-baked chicken at the moment, you need to find a store to make it again.

I found an online shopping store, placed an order, took a picture of the wooden sign in the store, and after describing the size and requirements, I waited for the other party to make it and send it over.

There are slightly more customers in the store today than yesterday, and there are still many repeat customers from yesterday.

A bowl of mutton soup at 60 yuan, even in Ningcheng, is definitely not a low price, but this delicious taste is something that many people can't forget, and it's easy to get close to it.

One afternoon passed, and it was almost seven o'clock before I knew it. At this time, it happened to be the time when school was over.

"Uncle, it's still yesterday's mutton soup!"

A little loli carried a pink piggy bag, bounced into the Dongju, and started shouting before entering the door.

Tang Xiaokang had an impression of this little loli, as if she was a middle school student deep in the alley, or a junior high school student.

I came to the store for dinner yesterday, and waited for her parents to pick her up by the way.

The reason why Tang Xiaokang was so impressed was because she was the only student who ordered food in Dongju.

The appearance of the little girl was just a small episode. She made a bowl of mutton soup for the other party. After she finished drinking, she quietly did her homework in the store. It didn't take long for the other party's parents to drive to pick her up.

As night falls, the people in the store are completely invisible. Except for Xu Shan, who will definitely come at night, there will be basically no customers after this time.

In the back kitchen, Tang Xiaokang processed the fried salt used in the past two days of practicing making salt-baked chicken.

Although the fried salt used to make salt-baked chicken can be used many times, but until the price tag arrives, the salt-baked chicken will basically not be sold outside.

There is still a lot of time in the middle, and the fried salt will definitely go bad, so we can simply dispose of it now, and it will be more convenient to prepare new ones at that time.

At ten o'clock at night, Xu Shan's figure had already appeared in the alley.

Looking at the time, Tang Xiaokang nodded indistinctly. At least, the other party still remembered what he said yesterday.

"Master Soup, a bowl of mutton soup!"

Familiarly, he found the old position and settled down. Before Xu Shan could speak, Tang Xiaokang had already walked towards the back kitchen.

The trial of salt-baked chicken has been completed in the past two days, so the stable cooperation that has just been established with the braised vegetable restaurant will be cancelled.

In the afternoon, Tang Xiaokang had already greeted the other party.

But looking at the empty kitchen, Tang Xiaokang was still thinking about what to do in the future.

Even with the addition of the delicious salt-baked chicken, the system gives Tang Xiaokang only two dishes in total. For a private restaurant, this seems a bit too shabby.

Now Tang Xiaokang is gradually making plans for the future in his mind.

The system helps you a lot, but you can't rely on the system for everything.

At least according to the current speed of the recipes, if he wants to fully develop the Tang family recipes, Tang Xiaokang probably has enough time in it to be buried in the soil.

"Start to study the dishes in the recipe first."

In an instant, Tang Xiaokang made up his mind to pay attention. After Xu Shan left, he cleaned the hall and the back kitchen. Tang Xiaokang went up to the second floor and picked up the recipe left by his grandfather when he left.

The old man Tang Youwei went back in the afternoon, and his father specially asked his driver to pick him up. Looking at the double-coloured Mercedes-Benz Maybach, Tang Xiaokang was almost drooling.

When he was in college, Tang Xiaokang always wanted to get his father's car over and drive it one day.

But until now, he still didn't have this chance.

My father seemed to understand my purpose, so he guarded himself strictly and never let go.

Until he came to Dongju, he didn't extend his evil claws to that car, which is something Tang Xiaokang regretted.

This recipe is a rubbing copy of a part of the Tang family's recipes. At the beginning, he was afraid that the Tang family's recipes would be lost. When he had the conditions, Tang Youwei printed several rubbings of the recipes and kept them. Some were complete and some were scattered.

There is still a part of the spare, which is locked in the safe of Dad's company and the safe at home.

But since elementary school, Tang Xiaokang's eyelids started to twitch involuntarily when he saw a book. He held the recipe in his hand and was about to study it. Before he could carefully sift through it, he fell down on the bed on the second floor.

When Tang Xiaokang woke up suddenly the next morning, he realized that he had fallen asleep unknowingly last night.

Woke up and washed, the sky outside was still gray.

It was relatively early, and the normal business point had not yet arrived at this time, and the large forces of small vendors at the door had not started to dispatch, only people in twos and threes moved here.

Yesterday, I was thinking about trying to make some new dishes. I happened to take advantage of this time to go to the market to carefully select the dishes, and to get back the mutton from Boss Wu.

With a plan in mind, Tang Xiaokang put on a coat, left Dongju and walked towards the vegetable market.

I have to say that the time is too early now, even if it is a farmers market, there are not many people at the moment. After making a lot of choices, Tang Xiaokang only took a fancy to a whole piece of relatively fresh wax gourd and some dry goods.

I conveniently brought back the mutton from Boss Wu.

(End of this chapter)