Chapter 135 Big Business
Chen San spent a small amount of rent to gain a high reputation as quickly as possible, and sold Chen Sanlu skewers to every corner of Dingzhou Prefecture.
Even if many stores later followed the trend and sold braised skewers, they were far less successful than Chen San braised skewers.
Chen San’s surname is Chen, and the taste of braised skewers is somewhat similar to Jiuweixian Braised. Yang Mingyuan instinctively thought that this braised skewers might have something to do with Chen Afu.
The next day, he went to Chen San Lu Chuan's shop. Then I saw that Chen San and Chen Ming looked similar, which made me even more sure of my guess. After some conversation, it turned out that Chen San was indeed related to Chen Afu. It turned out to be her uncle. This way of eating and selling was also told by Chen Afu to Chen San.
Yang Mingyuan went back and thought for a night, thinking that maybe Chen Afu would have more and better ideas. If he could bring her into the restaurant business, the business would definitely be better. Thinking of that beautiful figure, his heart actually palpitated a little.
So, he hurriedly returned to Sanqing County and found the Chen family. He said that if Chen Afu had a good idea, he would give her shares in the restaurant.
Chen Afu heard that Chen Shi's business was doing very well and his family had hired ten men. Moreover, the ideas I gave him were also good. Not only did his business get better, but he also quickly gained popularity. She was very happy.
Renting wine shops in different locations as sales points was an idea that Chen Afu came up with based on the chain store management methods in his previous life, and then analyzed the characteristics of this era and Chen Shi's economic strength.
She was a little tempted after hearing Yang Mingyuan's conditions, but she still knew herself.
She had learned a few cooking skills in her previous life, but other than those few recipes and making snacks, her skill was limited to cooking home-made side dishes. The reason why I can get praise from others is also because of Yan Agarwood. How dare he give ideas to Boss Yang, who has been in the restaurant business, let alone Yi Fangzi, how dare he ask for his restaurant shares.
The idea Yang Yuanming wants is definitely not a recipe, but a different food culture or marketing method.
A small fight like Chen Ming's is okay, but what Yang Mingyuan wants is a "big market", and she is not yet confident.
A gust of cold wind blew, making Chen Afu shiver while standing in the yard. Hot pot, these two words suddenly popped into her mind.
In this kind of weather, it would be so pleasant if a few people sat around and ate steaming hot pot.
There were also soup pots in this era, which were somewhat like the predecessors of hot pot. Tangyuan made it once two days ago, which involved putting meat and vegetables into a pot, cooking it, and eating it with a sauce plate. It was far from the exquisiteness and elegance of hot pot in the previous life, and it didn't have its own style.
Hot pot is a delicacy that is famous all over the country even in previous lives, and few people don't like it. The key is that Chen Afu has learned how to prepare the base ingredients, and he can prepare both red and white pots well.
Chen Afu is so diligent in learning how to make hot pot, and he must also thank the unfaithful man Liu Xudong, because he likes to eat hot pot. He had a good friend who was the owner of a famous hot pot chain store, so she learned the craft from the chef of that hot pot restaurant. On weekends when she had nothing to do, she would occasionally cook hot pot, hoping to keep Liu Xudong at home...
At that time, she loved so much that she had no self-esteem or dignity.
Chen Afu blinked his eyes, took a deep breath of cold air, and suppressed the depression deep in his heart.
He smiled brightly at Yang Mingyuan and said, "It's cold now, so I really thought of a dish called hot pot, but I don't know if it tastes good or not. But I don't dare to ask for Uncle Yang's shares in the dish. It's just right. There are so many distinguished guests at home today, so I will make it as a courtesy to the landlord."
Seeing that beautiful smile, Yang Mingyuan's heart pounded again, and there was a hint of blush on his face. He quickly calmed down and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm just waiting for a feast."
Chen Afu thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot that Uncle Yang won't be able to enter the city if he's late. It's troublesome to do this, so I'd better wait for another day."
Yang Mingyuan wanted to eat hot pot so much. Then he said, "It doesn't matter. If it's late, I can just stay overnight at an inn outside the city."
Chen Afu then went into the kitchen to see what food Manager Luo and Yang Mingyuan had brought today. One of these two people was embarrassed to bring so many people to dinner, and the other was a restaurant owner, so they both brought a lot of food and wine. In addition to eating some for lunch, there were also two large wooden basins piled full.
Chen Afu squatted down and looked through it. There were pork ribs, pig's trotters, hind legs, pork belly and other pork, as well as two lamb legs and a lamb chop, a chicken, a duck and a pound of large shrimps, as well as lotus roots and mushrooms. .
These things, plus my own vegetable garden, can barely make a hot pot meal.
Because she is a foodie, the most abundant thing at home is seasonings. Although she does not have some seasonings from her previous life, she has found some substitutes. However, the red pot should not be too spicy, as northerners cannot tolerate spicy food. Moreover, there is a small jar of precious pepper at home, which she bought in a shop owned by a foreigner in Dingzhou Prefecture. Pepper is a must-have for white pot. Without pepper, the freshness of white pot cannot be brought out. It was not common for the people of the Dashun Dynasty to eat pepper.
She doesn't have a separate stove at home, so she can only cook in the kitchen. There are two stoves, a large stove for boiling white pot and a small stove for boiling red pot. She thought that most people in the north ate white food, and besides, there were a lot of children today.
I asked Master Kang to help me. He first took out the chicken bones to make soup, and then cut the pork belly and mutton into thin slices. The thinner the better. Master Kang is worthy of being a chef. He has excellent knife skills and can cut meat as thin as paper.
Mrs. Wang went to the fields to pick spinach, radish, cabbage, leeks and other fresh vegetables. She also went to Gao Lizheng's field to get some coriander.
After the ingredients were fried, the aroma spread immediately. It was so fragrant that several men who had drunk wine said it was delicious and wanted to continue drinking in the evening.
Manager Luo came out from the west room and said with a smile, "Why, Ah Fu is going to make us some rare food again?"
Chen Ah Fu smiled and said, "It's a new idea. I don't know if it tastes good or not."
However, when Chu Hanyan woke up, she was restless. She cried and looked for Chen Ah Fu, and Chen Dabao couldn't coax her. Mother Song had to carry her to the old yard, let her sit on the kang in the west room with several children, and then open the door.
As long as the little girl saw Chen Ah Fu's figure, she would be quiet with a little hand pulling Chen Dabao's clothes. Yang Qian, the chatterbox, was beside her, mumbling and waving her handkerchief. She seemed to be listening, but she didn't reduce Chen Qian's interest in talking at all.
Dabao was also very proud. It was the first time that Yan'er relied on him so much. He sat next to Miss Chu with his chest held high, letting her pull his clothes and talk about men with Yang Chao.
Chen Afu was busy with Wang and others while listening to the laughter of the children in the west room. His heart was as warm as the steam coming out of the pot.
This was the feeling of having many children and blessings that she had been praying for in her past and present lives.
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