Chen Mo was out under the blazing sun, wearing black clothes today, yet didn’t feel hot at all.
"Those trucks look imposing, but there isn’t much inside. Thanks, Director Liu, for your help. Co over for dinner tonight if you’re not busy."
"Of course~ I’ll definitely co by tonight!"
Chen Mo waved his hand to indicate it was no problem, and Liu Xu happily went back to busy himself at the North Gate.
"Boss, should I continue making lion’s head atballs?" Xue Ping asked.
"Yeah, you do it. I saw you pretty much got the hang of it yesterday, just a bit off with the cooking ti. I’ll help you with that when it’s ti to cook."
The Xue Brothers grinned and went back to work.
One was in charge of chopping at, while the other prepared the seasoning.
"What about , still fried rice?" Huang Bo asked.
Chen Mo nodded again, "You handle the entire process for the fried rice. Make a bit less today, just about three to four hundred kilograms of rice should do."
Huang Bo twitched the corner of his mouth, is this what you call a bit less?
No choice, whatever the boss says goes.
Yang Wenhua was a bit uneasy, as it was his first day at work, "What about , the Three-Piece Bun?"
Chen Mo shook his head this ti, "Your Three-Piece Bun still needs so work. Let tell you how I make mine."
After all, Yang Wenhua had been making buns for over ten years at Shuyue Pavilion, being the only head chef for the Five-Pepper Bun.
After Chen Mo briefly explained, Yang Wenhua suddenly understood, "Oh, I see! No wonder your bun gives off such a unique feeling, boss, you’re a genius!"
"Not really, I just think a bit more when I cook."
Yang Wenhua just thought Chen Mo was being modest.
Before, all they thought about when making buns was how to make the dough softer and how to make the filling tastier.
But they never thought about how to blend the flavors of the ingredients uniquely, highlighting each ingredient’s characteristics even more.
Chen Mo used a thod involving cooking these ingredients with pork jelly, a thod Yang Wenhua could never have imagined.
After understanding the principle, Yang Wenhua didn’t say much and imdiately started preparing the dough and chopping the fillings.
Chen Mo thought for a mont and decided not to give the A-grade flour to Yang Wenhua.
This kind of flour was only available for fifty kilograms a day, which wasn’t enough to handle the current situation. It was better to get the diners used to buns made with ordinary flour.
After setting up a few free laborers, Chen Mo also got busy.
First, he took advantage of everyone being busy to secretly move the river shrimp into the food cart one by one, pretending to process the ingredients, when in fact he was just tossing them all into the cupboard.
By the ti night ca, he could throw the river shrimp into the input slot and retrieve them as processed river shrimp, perfect!
After handling four to five hundred kilograms of river shrimp, Chen Mo finally placed the newly purchased ingredients on the cutting board for a closer look.
"How is this different from the tofu I’m familiar with?"
Yang Wenhua, who was resting, heard Chen Mo’s muttering and approached the food cart, "You’re from the north, so you might not know. Yangzhou’s braised tofu strips, this kind of tofu is only found locally in Yangzhou."
"Oh?" Chen Mo wasn’t really familiar with it, "How so?"
Yang Wenhua glanced eagerly at the glass of lemonade behind Chen Mo, the glass wall was even sweating a bit, very refreshing to look at.
Chen Mo noticed the master’s gaze and quickly said, "It’s too hot, want sothing to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Pretty much anything you want."
Yang Wenhua’s eyes lit up, "Do you have beer?"
When working, Yang Wenhua had to stay by the stear, and drinking water made him feel bloated, so he occasionally picked up a bottle of ice-cold beer to drink.
"Yes, hold on a second."
Upon hearing that Chen Mo had beer, Yang Wenhua hadn’t even started drinking yet and already felt a refreshing coolness spreading from his head to his body.
The juicer’s position was well-hidden, almost invisible from the outside while making juice.
Before long, Chen Mo placed a glass of deep yellow wheat juice on the display counter, which Yang Wenhua downed in one go, "Really nice, what brand is it?"
"Ho-brewed."
Yang Wenhua laughed, not taking it seriously. Brewing beer wasn’t that simple of a task; how could it happen with such a small food cart?
"Our local Yangzhou tofu, also known as Yangzhou square soft tofu," Yang Wenhua began introducing the ingredient on the cutting board to Chen Mo, "Compared to ordinary dried tofu, it’s denser and more elastic. You’ll see, the cut surface of this tofu is very fine without air holes, and it doesn’t break easily even if you cook it for a long ti, keeping its strands distinct."
"I see." Chen Mo picked up the square tofu, weighing it, and found it noticeably heavier than ordinary dried tofu of the sa size.
"Are you going to make braised tofu strips?" Yang Wenhua curiously asked.
"Yes, as you saw yesterday, there were too many custors at the North Gate. If we go for fancy dishes, we won’t be able to make more than a few portions in a night."
"But braised tofu strips..."
"Right, braised tofu strips are very suitable for making in large quantities."
Yang Wenhua: ???
That’s not what he ant; he ant that the braised tofu strips are actually quite fancy... How could it be suitable for large quantities?
But then he thought about how Chen Mo managed to make the Phoenix Tail Shrimp, such an exquisite dish, in large quantities last night, and it all seed to make sense again.
Chen Mo said, "Alright, you go on, I’m going to look up how to make this dish online."
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