Open Dabao Kitchen

Chapter 39
Qin Suye felt the strong aura of a rich woman coming towards him, which made him slightly panicked.

When Zhu Feiyan's appearance, which resembled a pig's head, flashed in his mind, he couldn't help but feel a sense of resistance in his heart, but he was still a little hopeful because he was poor and had short ambitions.

"Well, there is such a thing."

"My house is big and I have several empty rooms."

"Uh..., it doesn't seem to have much to do with me, and I can't afford to live there."

"Oh, it's really not good for you to live here. My mother will scold people like a bitch."

"..."

"My family still has two houses in the fairyland on earth, which were rented out by my mother. I asked her if she was free, but it's still a bit far away from my house, so it's not convenient to see you, huh."

"Uh..., your mother said it would cost you one thousand and fifteen dollars a month."

"What? Is she crazy about money? Why does she still charge you money?"

"..."

Why not?
Unrelated!
Qin Suye rolled his eyes.

"Hmph, that old woman really doesn't understand young people's thoughts at all."

Qin Suye had black lines on his face.

"Brother Qin, I'll tell my mother right now that I want to live in that house. Even if you move in, I won't charge you, but..."

"Ah?" Qin Suye was ecstatic, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Does this count as a soft meal?

But where is this?
"Brother Qin, I, do I want to get a key too?"

"what?"

"Hey, brother Qin, how bad are you!"

"Huh? What?"

Countless pictures appeared in Qin Suye's mind.

For example, in the middle of the night, a tank-like ball of meat would sneak in and roll in the room.

For example, the Southern Metropolis Morning News: In the early hours of last night, a murder case occurred in the Garden of Wonderland on Earth, but only the first half of the murder was successful. As a result, the victim used his own intelligence to escape from the tiger's mouth, but it was possible to end up with a tragedy of paralysis .

Another example is the lace news: another successful case of soft food but hard food, reappearing the fairyland garden on earth, which is the gathering place of local tyrants in our southern city, where there are countless rich women hidden.

Just when Qin Suye felt his head was in a mess, Zhu Feiyan's voice came again.

"Forget it, Brother Qin, you don't have to go to the fairyland on earth."

Qin Suye was inexplicably disappointed. Even if he wanted to save face and didn't want to eat soft food, he should be the one who refused.

who knew...

"You move to my house, only tomorrow, I see what my mother dares to say, we are just ordinary good friends, no matter what she thinks, I will convince her tonight, there is no objection from her."

"This……"

"Brother Qin, don't hesitate. People just want to see you every day, so that they can eat well and sleep... comfortably."

Qin Suye suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, and secretly sighed that people who came back from abroad had unusual thoughts.

Qin Suye is a bit resistant. After all, he still likes women who refuse to welcome her. This is the base mentality of men hidden in their hearts.

Qin Suye's tone hardened: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

On the phone, the voices of both parties fell silent for a while, as if the call had been hung up.

"Where I move seems to be just my business!"

"Oh, uh, haha, Brother Qin misunderstood. How can a little girl teach Brother Qin how to do things? But I just want to see the mighty Brother Qin every day!"

From the receiver of the mobile phone, Qin Suye could feel Zhu Feiyan suppressing a smile, but also looking like her conspiracy had succeeded.

"Auntie's ideological work needs to be cleared up, otherwise I won't live at your house. Besides, I'm not used to living in a mansion."

"Hee hee, get used to it, sooner or later you have to get used to it, everything is on me."

"Oh fine!"

Qin Suye came to such a word out of nowhere and hung up the phone.

Actually, he wanted to say "follow me".

However, after hanging up the phone, he felt a little flustered and felt so weird that he couldn't tell.

It seems to be really cool to pretend to be soft and hard to eat, but it feels a little silly and guilty.

Forget it, people are poor and short-sighted, really poor and short-sighted!
In the final analysis, I am still too poor to bear the monthly rent of 500 yuan.

If the wallet is not hard, the ambition is naturally not enough, and the relationship with the kidney is not great for the time being.

Qin Suye secretly decided that he must earn more money as soon as possible in order to get rid of the status quo of being poor and short-sighted.

Qin Suye, who was lying on the bed, had a good dream tonight.

With a lot of money, I bought a luxury house and a luxury car. If I want to eat deep-sea lobster, I can eat deep-sea lobster.

……

the next day.

"Brother Qin, why is the color of the chicken legs I make always a bit reddish?

There will always be complaints from customers that they are not familiar, but in fact they are already cooked. "

Su Ju's face was full of resentment and grievance, a big chicken leg was caught in the clamp in her hand.

The chicken leg has been poked open by her, and the skin of the chicken leg is rolled out. The shredded chicken is obviously cooked, but the color is still red, and some light red gravy is slowly flowing out.

That's gravy, cooked gravy, not blood, as anyone who's been in the kitchen for a little longer knows.

In addition, Qin Suye, who was careful, also found that the skin of the chicken drumsticks was a little burnt. Even if it was coated with a layer of flour, it could be judged that the chicken drumsticks had been fried for too long.

"It is indeed cooked through, and I can assure you that in order to prevent customers from complaining that the chicken legs are not cooked, you deliberately extended the frying time."

Su Ju was taken aback for a moment, and a guilty expression climbed onto that sweet and salty face.

"Brother Qin, you discovered me again."

Qin Suye ignored her embarrassment and walked into the refrigerator room.

Su Ju naturally followed step by step.

Qin Suye lifted the lid of the box containing the marinated chicken legs, and then checked the storage time.

This batch of chicken legs was marinated three days ago, and it has been 72 hours now.

According to the standard, chicken legs that have been marinated in the refrigerator for more than 48 hours have lost their golden taste.

After the chicken legs enter the marinating process, the time for golden taste, strictly speaking, should be between six and twelve hours.

At this time, it is the most delicious to fry the chicken legs in the pan.

"The marinating time is too long, not only will the best marinating time be lost, but also the chicken legs will absorb water for a longer time, and the meat will become looser. When wrapping in flour, if the strength is not well grasped, the flour will be too thick. , if the frying time is not extended, it is indeed easy to be undercooked."

Qin Suye turned to look at Su Ju, Su Ju nodded awkwardly, as if she had been exposed by someone.

"It is now certain that, in addition to marinating for too long and causing the meat to turn red, you also chose to prolong the frying time, sacrificing the golden quality of chicken legs, and making such an embarrassing quality of chicken legs.

If it were me, I would choose to discard this batch of chicken legs, marinate a new batch, and then sell them. "Qin Suye had a cold face, seemingly disdainful of the cost of discarding a batch of chicken legs.

"Brother Qin, this is a waste." Su Ju said weakly.

Qin Suye looked at Su Ju fixedly, thinking that in the catering industry, no one can really meet the high standard of throwing away after the golden quality time, except for the world-renowned Huangting Burger Group.

However, it was not his money that was lost, but the boss Chen Daxiao.

He doesn't feel bad!
On the contrary, his biggest responsibility is to ensure the quality of the food here, which is his biggest responsibility to work part-time at Zhengxin Chicken Legs.

"I'm not sure if I want to use these low-quality chicken legs to fry delicious chicken legs. I have to discard them and marinate a new batch."

Qin Suye insisted on his own opinion.

(End of this chapter)