As a senior foodie, Lao Du can tell that Lin Mo's buns are full of ingredients in one bite. In the early years, he traveled all over the world, visited many places, and the number of delicacies he ate is beyond count. I have eaten more than a dozen kinds, but there are really few that can compare to this taste.
Because of these buns, Lao Du didn't sleep well all night, so he got up from the bed with a rustle, put on his clothes and went straight to the small shop on West Street.
It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and a batch of steamed buns in the store had just been steamed. Before Lao Du entered the store, he smelled the strong smell of steamed buns, and his mouth began to secrete liquid spontaneously.
While helping the old lady move the small stove for cooking tea eggs outside, Lin Mo greeted with a smile, "Morning, Uncle Du."
Lao Du stared straight at the white and fat buns in the steamer, and suddenly smelled the salty aroma of tea eggs, and then looked at the thick and fragrant eight-treasure porridge in the big pot next to him, and immediately couldn't move his legs: "Lin Mo, first bring me a bowl of porridge, three steamed buns of every flavor, and two tea eggs."
"Are you eating here?" The store is too small, and Aunt Li's steamed buns made with noodles have taken up a large part of the space. There are barely two tables in the store, accommodating seven or eight people for dinner.
"Of course." After talking, Lao Du found a seat and sat down. Seeing the red pickles on the table, he immediately took a small plate from his hand and took some out.
The old lady made the kimchi in autumn. In order to show her support for her grandson with actions, she specially carried the kimchi jars to the store. There are radishes, cowpeas, bamboo shoots, lotus whites, and peppers in the transparent glass jar, which are hot and sour and refreshing, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. Paired with glutinous and delicious thick porridge, steamed buns with thin skin and big stuffing, and salty tea eggs, Lao Du felt that he had never eaten such an enjoyable breakfast.
The high school opposite is mainly composed of day students, but there are also some boarding students. Now that they had just finished their morning exercises, many courageous students who were not used to eating in the cafeteria pleaded with the doorman and easily slipped out to have a relatively delicious breakfast.
"Boss, how do you sell your steamed stuffed buns?" Someone couldn't help asking when they smelled the aroma.
Lin Mo was wearing a snow-white chef's uniform and a chef's hat. He looked two or three years older than his original age. This student patronized the steamed stuffed bun and directly recognized Lin Mo as the owner of the shop. Although, he was originally the owner of the shop, but because of his young age, he was always ignored by others, and this person happened to be wrong.
"Two for fifty cents, two yuan for a cage."
"It's so expensive, your buns are obviously smaller than the ones next door!" Most of the boarding students are from the countryside, and most of them have little money in their hands. They would rather eat a cheaper breakfast at school than go to school. Consumption outside the school. The student in front of him is covered with famous brands all over his body. Although they are all made in China, it can be seen that his financial conditions are definitely much better than others.
"You'll know if it's worth the price if you taste it." Lin Mo said with a smile.
Lao Du kept his head buried in hard work, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice and raised his head to see his friend's child: "Xiaoyu, why did you escape from school?"
"Uncle Du!" The boy named Xiaoyu greeted Lao Du, went to sit down opposite him, and said with a smile, "I'll just come out for breakfast. Don't tell my mother, or she will He made a big fuss." Because of his poor grades and his love of playing games, Xiaoyu was thrown into the school by his wife to live in the school. He called it to experience life. He could bear the poor accommodation conditions and no games to play. The only thing was that he was a real I can't eat the pig food in the cafeteria. Fortunately, he secretly bribed the guards, as long as there was no teacher guarding the gate, they would turn a blind eye and let him out to look for food.
"It's okay not to tell your mother, but you can't run around, and you can't play games anymore."
Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I know, I just came out because I'm not used to eating in the canteen. Don't worry, I know what's going on." As he spoke, he took a bun from the steamer and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up instantly . Emma, this is what people eat!
Lao Du nodded and said, "This is the best. Lin Mo, bring us three more steamed buns."
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on his food, Xiaoyu emptied the three baskets of steamed stuffed buns. Not satisfied at the end, he bought another three baskets to take back to school, intending to have them for lunch.
As it was approaching eight o'clock, many students came one after another smelling the fragrance, and after complaining about the expensive things at Lin Mo's house, everyone bought something more or less.
On the first day, there were few goods prepared, and before 8:30, more than a thousand buns and steamed buns were all sold out. The more than 40 tea eggs boiled by the old lady were sold out, and she was so happy that she could see her teeth and see her eyes.
Many neighbors, led by Lao Du, asked Lin Mo to leave some steamed stuffed buns for them tomorrow.
In just a few days, the name of Lin's Snack Restaurant spread among the students. Due to the short supply of buns, many students had to get up early and rush to school just to eat a few delicious hot buns. The homeroom teacher, who didn't know the truth, thought that his students had changed their gender. During the class meeting, he picked out several typical models and praised them fiercely, flattering these students who had never been praised for their poor academic performance. A classmate suddenly became enlightened, and used the energy of eating buns in his studies, and his grades improved a lot.
Afterwards, after a period of time, the homeroom teacher knew the truth and was very angry. In a rage, he also went to Lin's snack shop to buy some steamed buns, to taste the charm of his steamed stuffed buns. , As a result, it got out of hand. Like his students, he became a loyal diner of the snack bar.
After the steamed stuffed bun business gradually got on the right track, Lin Mo introduced side dishes for lunch.
There are three kinds of cooking and four kinds of stir-frying dishes every day, there are meat and vegetables, and a pot of free soup. Meat dishes cost 1 yuan, vegetarian dishes cost 50 cents, and rice costs 10 cents and 1 tael. The portions are generous and the dishes are rich. Generally, boys can spend up to three yuan, and girls can eat up to two yuan. The price is slightly more expensive than the canteen, but the taste and ingredients are not comparable to the canteen's flattery. Some day students who were going home to eat at noon also bought lunch boxes, and rushed to the snack bar to report at noon every day, for fear that they would not be able to grab food if it was too late.
Because the sales scene was too hot, several times, some students almost got into a fight because they couldn't get lunch, so Lin Mo had to change the external sales to make an appointment to order food. Customers who make reservations need to pay 100 yuan in advance for the meal fee. The snack bar will issue them a special meal coupon equal to 1 yuan. end.
At the same time as the sales reform, Lin Mo slightly increased the price of lunch, and some customers who held a wait-and-see attitude and feared that the quality of the snack bar would deteriorate in the future left one after another. sold out.
After the number of customers is fixed, Lin Mo only needs to cook a certain amount of meals every day, and the pressure drops sharply. When selling meals, it will no longer be as chaotic as before, but the income is not less than before. At the same time, he can also free up his hands to make evening snacks.
At night, the small restaurants and roadside stalls near the school mainly sell barbecue, spicy soup, fat sausage noodles and crispy potatoes, and some sell spring rolls, sweet potato cakes, and dried radishes. The food is delicious and inexpensive, attracting many People from the night market come to eat.
According to the previous plan, Lin Mo only sold Malatang and Spike Potatoes.
Spike potatoes are easy to make. As long as there is his special sauce as a base, the ingredients and seasonings are all well used.
The recipe of Malatang is also very simple, the key lies in the taste of the soup base, as long as the ingredients of the pot base are prepared, the rest is cooking and seasoning.
The ingredients at the bottom of the spicy pot are similar, but often the difference in details will lead to a different taste of the bottom of the pot. It may not be easy for ordinary people to taste the nuances hidden under the spicy, but they will never be able to fool the tongues of veterans. Lin Mo had collected and improved many hot pot recipes in the past, and it just came in handy now. Because it's just an ordinary snack, it can't be sold very expensively, so those expensive health-preserving recipes are naturally unnecessary, but if you can make a delicious pot bottom that doesn't get hot, it will definitely be loved by people.
It just so happened that Lin Mo knew a lot about this formula, but in the final analysis, it was just adding some Chinese medicinal materials that would not affect the taste of the soup. The preciousness of the formula lies in what kind of medicinal materials to use and how much dosage to use. If there is a slight deviation, the whole pot of bottom ingredients will be destroyed. Incomparably weird.
Lin Mo used the thick soup boiled from the old hen's live stick bones as the base, and added the carefully prepared marinade. When the bottom of the pot boiled, the spicy and fragrant taste immediately spread.
Ever since Lao Du heard that Lin Mo was still selling snacks at night, he dispatched other shop assistants to the wholesale market. He stayed in this small shop every day and waited for him. No, he came over as soon as he smelled the fragrance. .
"Uncle Du, you came at a good time. We just boiled some Maocai. Please help us taste it and see if there is anything that needs improvement." Lin Mo knew that Lao Du had been waiting for his Mala Tang for several days. Deliberately overheated a lot of dishes.
Old Du Guang looked at the red oil soup in the big bowl and the ingredients of Bicui, and he knew that the taste was not bad. He hurriedly took the big bowl from Lin Mo and grinned: "Then I will not be polite, just look at it This color, I dare to say that the taste is not bad. However, this soup is very spicy just by smelling it. I am old, and I am afraid that I dare not eat it every day.” For experienced foodies, the stomach is the capital of the revolution. No matter how delicious something is, you have to leave some room for your body.
Lin Mo smiled and said, "Uncle Du, no matter how much we eat, you don't have to worry about getting angry."
Lao Du sat down in front of his favorite kimchi with a bowl in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Is it true?"
Lin Mo was full of confidence: "You will know if you try it."
Lao Du took a piece of fat beef and put it in his mouth. The meat was scalded just right, tender and refreshing, full of spicy taste, and the tip of his tongue was full of fragrance when he tasted it carefully. Another piece of hairy belly with chopsticks, moderately tender and crisp; the meatballs are fat, tender and juicy; the potatoes are soft and waxy; the lotus root slices are spicy and crisp;
But in the blink of an eye, Lao Du was sweating profusely after eating, and there was not even a drop of soup left in the bowl.
"Shuang, shuang, it's really enjoyable! It's much more delicious than the authentic hot pots I went to eat! Xiaolin, your craftsmanship is simply amazing, so why don't uncles pay for you and open a hot pot restaurant for you, and we will split the profit 50% , how?" Old Du looked at Lin Mo with burning eyes.
"Uncle Du's kindness is appreciated by me. I will study next year. Let's cooperate again when we have the opportunity." Lin Mo has always belonged to the kind of person with strong self-esteem and ambition. How could his goal be just a snack bar? ? It's just that the recipes he knows have been collected at a great cost and countless hours of energy, and for the time being, he has no plans to give anyone a share of the pie.
"Okay, that's what you said! If you need Uncle Du's help in the future, just ask, Uncle Du promises to say nothing!" Old Du has a lot of experience in traveling all over the world, and he has never seen such a special child as Lin Mo. Leaving aside his overly outstanding appearance, just by his gestures and words, it is impossible to tell that he is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old rural kid. powerful. At this moment, he had the same intuition in his heart as Lin Changqing - this kid will be able to do great things in the future!
In private, Lao Du talked to his wife more than once at home. If he had a daughter, he would definitely marry her to Lin Mo. Such a good son-in-law could hardly be found with lanterns, and he could dump his own son eight blocks away. The wife who made him dote on his son unprincipled was very unhappy but could not admit that it was true. Gradually, she also got rid of the problem of protecting his shortcomings and began to face up to the child's education. Of course, this is for another day.
Lin Mo nodded happily and said, "Okay!" He has a good relationship with Lao Du, not only as neighbors to each other, but more importantly, Lao Du has a deep relationship in the county. . The small shop has been open for more than half a month, and it has been going smoothly and no one has come to make trouble. Is it not due to Lao Du
The business of Maocai and Langya Potatoes is more popular than Lin Mo thought, and the store is too busy for the four of them plus an old lady, so he had to hire two young men who just graduated from high school but couldn't find a job to do it. part time. From five o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening, they count three hundred yuan a month.
With these two people joining, Lin Mo almost only needs to be responsible for collecting money every night, which is much easier.
In the midst of being busy, a month passed in a 'swish'. After Lin Mo paid his salary, he calculated that he made a net profit of more than 5,000 this month. According to this momentum, next month's income will probably exceed 10,000, and he will be able to pay off the debts he owes in a short time. When the time comes, he will accumulate some capital, and maybe he can rent a bigger shop to open a hot pot at the end of the year shop or something.
Lin Mo was confidently planning the future. On the other side, Lin Changqing received a call from the police station to Murakami, saying that Wang Yanyan and Chen Laosan had been deported, but Wang Yanyan firmly refused to admit that she was trafficked.