It was exactly the same as what Du Rourou said. Fan Xiangxiang’s family had indeed opened a new production line for instant food products.
But I don’t know if it’s because the taste is bad or the promotion is not good enough, there has been no improvement and it has been losing money continuously.
The person in charge had no choice but to try his luck when he heard that Ding Sha had helped sell the pickles.
Ding Sha did not agree immediately, but went there to inspect again. It was obvious that the production line was very good and the raw materials used were also very good.
After Ding Sha came back, he began to study what kind of dishes would be more suitable for promotion in fast food products.
She signed the contract with Fan Xiangxiang again, and the person in charge shook her hand with a smile, "I look forward to more cooperation with you in the future. Our entire factory is looking forward to your joining us."
Ding Sha also smiled and said a few polite words.
When she got home, she bought all kinds of instant food products on the market, including rice, hot pot, hot and sour noodles, etc.
Fan Xiangxiang mainly produces self-heating instant food products. Ding Sha prepares a few instant rice dishes every day and drags Xiao Jun and Du Rourou to eat them together. Later, Du Rourou's face turns green when she sees instant rice in the supermarket.
The final decision was to make a potato and beef dish first, a combination that never changes, soft potatoes paired with soft and tasty stewed beef, and the sticky soup invading the taste buds.
Ding Sha felt that no one could refuse this dish.
Ding Sha rested only after sending the proportions of his cooking to Fan Xiangxiang.
She has been busy for several days, and the video is simply about the review of fast food products. Fans are joking that Ding Sha might develop her own one because the fast food products are not tasty.
In a sense, the fans got the truth.
Ding Sha was sitting at the cashier counter. She hadn't sat there for a long time, and it was a little novel for a moment.
There was a knock on the door, and a pair of brown hands like dead branches pushed the door open. The skinny old man asked her in a rural accent, "Little girl, do you want to throw away the leftovers?"
Ding Sha didn't understand and felt a little embarrassed, so Du Rourou came over and repeated it.
There was very little leftover food in the restaurant, and some of it was dumped together and taken away by the garbage truck at night.
The old man stood hunched at the door, looking at her anxiously.
Du Rourou whispered to Ding Sha that this was an old man who picked up rubbish.
Ding Sha felt a little sorry for him seeing how old he was.
There were only a few tables of people in the restaurant at that time. Ding Sha asked Du Rourou to take him to the backyard and asked Wang Wenhao to make him a bowl of beef noodles.
The beef was braised and cut into thin layers and placed on the noodles. The old man looked at Ding Sha helplessly.
"Eat," Ding Sha asked him to sit down and put the bowl down.
The old man rubbed his hands, put his hands together and bowed, then took the chopsticks with trembling hands and started eating noodles.
He didn't eat fast, but he ate very happily. Ding Sha was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he got up and went to the side, holding Xiao Ping'an and sitting on the swing to play.
She waited until the old man finished his meal before going over. "Are you full? If not, there's more."
The old man waved his hands repeatedly, "Enough, enough."
He looked at the chubby little Ping An and said, "What a cute baby. He is so blessed."
He was probably an introverted old man, as he only said this one sentence over and over again. Ding Sha smiled and said thank you, and he even waved his hand.
Ding Sha saw him out, and when they reached the door, he said, "Come here when you're hungry in the future. I can't give you anything else, but I can still give you a full meal."
The old man put his hands together and bowed to her again. She smiled and turned sideways. The old man staggered two steps and turned around. Ding Sha waved to him.
The old man waved his hands awkwardly, then walked away step by step with his snakeskin bag on his back.
Du Rourou came over and said, "Sister, you are so kind."
"What's so kind about this?" Ding Sha shook his head. "I just hope everyone can live a better life."
"Everyone will grow old. I help others now. When I or my son are old, I hope someone will help us when we encounter difficulties."
Du Rourou said, "Anyway, to him, you are kind."
Ding Sha smiled and shook his head.
It was just a bowl of noodles, nothing to her, but very important to the old man.
If you can help, just help.
Ding Sha carried Ping An back to the house. It had started to be windy recently and he was worried that Ping An would catch a cold.
The colder it is, the more they want to eat something hot. At Fan Xiangxiang's request, Ding Sha also gave them the recipe for the hot pot base.
Including spicy, mushroom, and tomato flavors.
Fan Xiangxiang is ambitious and wants to regroup and send out troops again.
The shop also removed a number of dish brands and mainly launched a series of health-preserving soups, so business has been very good recently.
People coming and going drink a bowl of soup, then relax comfortably on the back of their chairs with their eyes closed, looking relaxed.
Xiao Ping'an is growing very fast. He can now stand on the ground by himself and can even walk a few steps holding the hand of Aunt Zhao. His big eyes are black and bright, like grapes.
The neighbors all praised the child for being well-raised. Ding Sha thought that he could let him taste what real food tastes like after the New Year.
After all, he is the child of a restaurant owner, how could he not know the taste of food
Ding Sha thought with some amusement.
Da Zhuang took on several orders in a row and finally completed them. He made a lot of money and was very proud of himself.
He bought new clothes and gifts for the children at home and Tong's wife. Although Tong's wife scolded him, she was very happy in her heart.
Before he could finish his complaints, Da Zhuang went out with a new order.
Mrs. Tong stood at the door, watching him leave and sighing softly.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Ding Sha comforted her.
"I don't expect him to earn me a villa. I just want enough for me to spend, save for emergencies, and not owe my children anything," said Tong's wife. "I'm just worried that he's suffering too much. I see that he has lost a lot of weight despite being such a big man."
Wang Wenhao interrupted, "It's just life."
Mrs. Tong sighed and went back.
Du Rourou glared at him, and Wang Wenhao touched his head guiltily.
Ding Sha collected a lot of charcoal from Uncle Wei and customized a small stove for grilling meat.
Lean beef, high-quality pork belly, and bouncy dried sausage are grilled over charcoal, wrapped with lettuce and garlic slices, and put into your mouth with barbecue sauce.
Those who are satisfied can ascend to heaven.
There are a constant stream of people visiting the shop all year round, and the food is different every day.
Over time, it even made it into the top five must-eat local delicacies.
There are also many diners from surrounding cities who choose to drive here to try the restaurant during their weekends.
They laughed and said that this restaurant knew about it, and once you’ve eaten it, you can never leave again.
The greatest compliment to a chef is the satisfaction of diners. Wang Wenhao works hard every day, his cooking skills are getting better and better, and the name of Wang's cuisine has also spread.
Wang Zhengyang was very pleased when he found out about this, and he even came to praise and warn Wang Wenhao to prevent him from becoming proud and complacent.
However, Wang Wenhao's mouth has always been in front of his brain, and no one knew what he said until the words came out of his mouth. Wang Zhengyang angrily raised his beard and walked away, shaking his sleeves.
Xiao Jun deliberately kept Wang Wenhao at night, "Pack up and go back in a few days."
"Master? Are you going to chase me away?" Wang Wenhao was anxious.
Author's digression: Thump thump thump thump!