Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

Among the friends, only Pan Yang has time, and Ming Qian doesn't need to call to ask about it. Social animals don't have time to be free. When they get off work, it's after nine o'clock, and they mostly eat takeaway and box lunch for dinner, so it's impossible to go around Come over to eat hot pot.

Even if they can come, Ming Qian is too embarrassed to call out. After all, he has worked hard all day, and he has to get up early to go to work the next day. He even asks them to reduce sleep time to take care of business. That is too inhuman.

Even if you want to "invite" your friends, you have to wait until the weekend is off, and he will never be polite at that time.

Anyway, it's [-]% off.

They hurried to have a lunch, and each had a bowl of beef noodles. The beef was huge and there were plenty of noodles, so a big bowl would fill them up.

After eating, Pan Yang took Mingqian and Yao to the store, and helped carry the dishes before leaving.

The back kitchen is very clean, and everything is new. Before making the base, Ming Qian burns the pot first, then takes out all the spices and condiments, and lets Yao go to cut vegetables and make the base himself.

After all, it was a trial operation, and there was no advertisement, so Mingqian didn't dare to overcook the base material, for fear that the remaining base material would become stale after being frozen in the freezer for a long time, which would affect his income.

Mingqian resolutely refuses to do anything that may affect the turnover.

No one can stop him from making money!

Ming Qian took the time to look at Yan Yao while cooking the bottom material.

Haruka really wasn't bragging, he was really good at being a prickly worker.

The beef slices were cut so well that customers would point their noses at him and say he was stingy.

It's really as thin as a cicada's wing, and it's almost transparent when you clip it.

Yao is still very proud: "Boss, I'm not bragging, the young cunning in our clan is the best at knife skills!"

Ming Qian didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so he could only say tactfully: "You cut some thinly sliced ​​beef, and then cut some thicker ones."

Ming Qian compared the thickness, Yao picked up the knife and turned it in his hand, and said with a bit of a chef's demeanor: "Just look at it!"

Yao was a beast that couldn't stop once he opened his mouth. Ming Qian was worried that he would spray his saliva into the dishes when he was talking, so he ran out and bought a bag of masks, and put it on Yao cruelly before allowing Yao to continue talking.

Yao was very energetic at the beginning, chatting with Ming Qian while chopping vegetables, but later he realized that there were too many vegetables, so he shut up and cut vegetables, his arms were left with afterimages, and at the end of the cut, Yao could hardly lift his arms .

Ming Qian was still a little strange: "Aren't you monsters supposed to be very strong?"

Yao squatted on the ground to drink water, he scratched his ears: "I do have great strength, but we don't need to exert strength for such a long time!"

Even if they change back to their original form and go hunting, they only need to be busy for an hour or two.

But chopping vegetables is different. Everything takes five or six hours, and one action is repeated mechanically, one thing is done.

Now, with his eyes closed, he only knows how to chop vegetables.

Ming Qian looked at him sympathetically.

As the boss, he can only sympathize with him, after all, he hired the pier to let people chop vegetables.

If he is willing to cut vegetables himself, and can cut them off, he will not hire someone, and he can save money for salary.

The more the hot pot base is boiled, the more fragrant it becomes. Mingqian has boiled several pots. Because of the butter, it will start to agglomerate soon after it is filled. These bases are all pure bases without any water. When the time comes Just take it out in a condensed state, and then pour it into a thick soup. After boiling, it will be a hot liquid.

Yao was drooling when he smelled the fragrance - not exaggerating at all, he really was drooling, and the saliva was hanging in the corner of his mouth, being pulled down by gravity.

"Wipe your mouth." Ming Qian handed Yao a piece of lunch paper.

Mingqian didn't hire a dishwasher, because it was unnecessary, they just need to pour out the contents of the dirty dishes, and then pile them there at night. Every morning, someone will come to collect the dirty dishes and chopsticks from the previous day.

At the same time, the clean ones will be brought in. The clean bowls and chopsticks are all sealed in plastic, and the tableware inside is also sterilized after washing.

Although it costs a fortune, it is more convenient and cheaper than finding someone to do the dishes.

Dishwasher is a busy and tiring job, and it is easy to wash water all over the floor. Although the salary is not high, it must not be too low. Mingqian went to other stores to see the salary of the dishwasher on the signboard It starts at [-].

If it is in a second- and third-tier city, the salary may be [-] to [-], but here it is [-].

There are also those who pay low wages, [-] a month, but they provide board and lodging.

Ming Qian finally decided to let a professional company collect the bowls and chopsticks at three thousand and six a month.

And if there are few customers, you can also wash it yourself, and the cooperation with a professional company can end at any time, but you can't just open someone if you invite someone.

After all the dishes are cut, the sky gradually darkens, and the street gradually becomes lively. The office workers are either in the company or just at home during this time period. Now those who come out are people who don’t have to work from [-] to [-]. Some They are students who have not had classes for the past two days, some are old couples who have come out for a walk, and some are young people who have just graduated but have not found a job and are not too short of money.

It's just that they all walked past Mingqian's shop doorway like a passing cloud.

People who want to eat basically go to the food street across the street, and those who hang around and chat are basically old men and old ladies. They don’t eat hot pot outside, and they cook a meal at home for a few yuan. More than a dozen yuan, no matter how much a hot pot meal costs more than 100, I am not willing.

It was Mingqian's first time doing business, and he was too embarrassed to stand at the door and yell. He walked out of the store several times, and just opened his mouth to yell, but just as he opened his mouth, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Yao couldn't do it either, he let out a "bark" as soon as he stood at the door, but fortunately the sound was not loud so that it didn't attract the attention of passers-by.

"Boss..." Yao knew that he "screamed" in the wrong voice, and stood beside Mingqian worriedly, fearing that Mingqian would quit him, and if he went back in despair, he would be beaten to death by dozens of uncles .

Ming Qian waved his hand and said with a hearty smile: "It's nothing, there are still three tables tonight."

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When Pan Yang arrived, what he saw was an extremely deserted storefront. Ming Qian and Yao sat on the benches beside the table in the store, a boss and an employee, playing head to head.

After realizing that someone had come in, Ming Qian suddenly raised his head and smiled at Pan Yang with six white teeth.

Infected by Ming Qian's smile, Pan Yang couldn't help laughing.

He and Ming Qian had a good relationship since they were young. The friendship they grew up wearing open crotch pants, he knew that Ming Qian was born an optimist, and getting along with people like Ming Qian would make him feel much better.

"Come in, everyone. I'm treating guests today. Eat hard." Pan Yang said to a group of teammates behind him.

The teammates are all club players, and they all said with dignity: "Then we can eat you poor."

"Anyway, we have never lost money eating buffet!"

"The last time I went back to eat the self-service barbecue, the boss's face turned black when I paid the bill, hahahahaha."

Although the teammates are very face-saving, they are not very emotional.

After all, when Pan Yang invited them, he only said that Fa Xiao opened a hot pot restaurant, but he didn't say that the hot pot restaurant was so deserted!

It's already seven o'clock in the evening, and every shop in the food street just across the street is in full swing. There is only the boss and one waiter in this shop.

It's like saying "my house doesn't smell good" bluntly.

People think that a restaurant with long queues will never be bad, and a restaurant without diners will never be delicious.

So I would rather go to a crowded shop than to go to a shop with no one.

"Let's all sit down." Pan Yang also found that they were not in a good mood—to be honest, he didn't think that Ming Qian could make a delicious hot pot, after all, Ming Qian's cooking skills...Ming Qian revealed it when he was in college. With one hand, I made a piece of cucumber slices, and the only seasoning was salt.

Even if Ming Qian later boasted that his culinary skills improved by leaps and bounds after graduation, he would not believe it.

But the hot pot bottom material may also be bought.

Even if the base material he bought wasn't very tasty, it shouldn't be impossible to eat, so Pan Yang felt at ease.

Ming Qian invited them to sit down with a smile, and gave out a cigarette to each of them. He bought the Zhonghua specially, and his heart was almost broken when he paid for it, but the action of handing the cigarette was very neat. These are all things that can develop in the long run Customers, you still have to give up a cigarette.

The team members took the cigarettes happily, and some of them who knew Ming Qian even chatted up, "Why do you think of opening a hot pot restaurant?"

"Now the rent of the store is very expensive, isn't your rent also expensive here?"

"Open today? Tell me earlier, we will definitely send flower baskets over."

Mingqian: "Today is a trial opening, and it will be held on the day of the official opening. I will send you a message at that time. Whether you come or not depends on your own time. If there is anything that needs to be changed, please tell me directly."

Everyone nodded politely: "Okay, definitely."

After saying hello, Ming Qian asked them to order food first, and went to the small supermarket next door to bring three pieces of beer.

"Do you want red pot? Don't you want mandarin duck pot?" Ming Qian finished carrying the beer and went to get the menu.

"We don't eat clear soup pots."

Ming Qian nodded: "OK."

Ming Qian went to the back kitchen, asked Yao to choose dishes from the menu, while he prepared the bottom of the pot.

The broth has been boiled for eight hours, and the bones and flesh have been separated. Ming Qian filtered the meat dregs before pouring them into the pot.

While Ming Qian was preparing in the back kitchen, the players in the club were discussing in low voices:

"There isn't a single guest..."

"The geographical location here is not good. I see that there is an adult goods store next to it. If you stay away from it, you may think that a group of old men like us have entered the store to buy adult goods."

"No one came here just now, and I couldn't smell the aroma of hot pot. Unlike the food street next to it, which has all kinds of aromas, I feel greedy when I walk in."

"At least we know each other, and it's Pan Yang's childhood friend. Even if it doesn't taste good, I'll hold it back. It's fine if I don't come back next time. It's just a meal. Don't say it tastes bad in front of people."

"Who doesn't know this? We are not such blind people."

Instead, Pan Yang smoked a cigarette and tapped it with his finger on the table: "Don't, just be honest. If it doesn't taste good, you can tell Ming Qian what's missing and ask him to change it. He wants to run this store well."

Everyone looked at each other and said happily, "Okay, then let's tell the truth later."

"If it's too bad, I'll take off Pan Yang's pants later!"

Pan Yang put on an angry look: "Go away, Dad, only my wife can take off my pants."

Ming Qian came out with the pot, and Yao served the dishes beside him. They ordered a lot of dishes, and Yao had to run several times to serve them all.

The condensed hot pot base doesn't have much smell, and you can only smell some fragrance if you get close.

until--

Ming Qian poured the thick soup into the pot.

The snow-white thick soup is steaming, wrapping the condensed bottom material, and slowly melting. When it is about to melt, the red and white in the pot blend together and slowly merge into one. The peppers and spices have long been salvaged by Mingqian in advance. When it comes out, the soup base is thick, and when it melts, it looks like a brightly colored oil painting.

The aroma also gradually rises.