When Huailiang finally got his seat, the fat man was working hard under Zhou Dong's guidance.

Although the braised soul is in the old soup and the hot pot of pigs, it cannot completely ignore the things like hard noodles and fried tofu.

Making hard noodles is actually a laborious job. The more folding layers, the harder the noodles are, the better it is. The fire burning made in this way can absorb the soup without being scattered, it is fragrant and chewy. In ancient times, this thing was dry food and it did not break for a month. It can also be used to protect yourself at critical moments. It has the same effect as the slab bricks.

Zhou Dong asked the fat man to be responsible for the fire burning to make it his best. After combining the bamboo noodles raised in Guangdong Province, the fat man's tall figure of more than 200 kilograms sat on the bar. He didn't see it, so he pressed the noodles to seventy-seven times. After folding and pressing it a few times, he put it directly into the oven. The fire burnings out were clearly layered and full of weight.

Burn this kind of fire in the old soup piled with Erdao Pig Head and Pig Water, simmer it slowly over low heat, and it can be used in about an hour, and even if it is cooked for a day, it will not be ruined. Moreover, the breakfast department's business is so good. Not to mention a long day, Zhou Dong even needs to put the fire in the old soup in advance to ensure the taste, because it will be sold clean after opening the door and no more than two hours.

For this reason, the fat man needs to come to work half an hour earlier than others. After setting up the hard noodles, the heat is burned and thrown into the soup pot, and then he starts to fry the tofu. After the night of the fried tofu, the taste will be lost. The store owner did not prepare in advance. He just wanted hot oil and fry it. When put into a braised cooking bowl, it was hot and hot.

"Fatty, pay attention to the oil flowers.

The store uses salad oil. Although this oil looks clearer and more complicated, the so-called process is not mellow enough; so we have to boil it for a while, and when the oil flowers are turned up, they no longer show their bones one by one, but when the controversy is full, they will quickly throw the washed tofu in.

Remember, this oil flower is called "Sea and Sky One Color". Also, when throwing tofu, it should be even and fast, so that the tofu thrown at once can fill the oil pan, and add a piece of it and leave a gap.

You also need to pay attention to controlling the time and try to let the tofu put into the pot come into contact with the oil level at the same time, so as to ensure that each piece of tofu bears the same oil temperature. When you get the pot, you won’t worry that some tofu will be overfried and some tofu will not be sufficient in the heat.

When you have mastered these techniques, I will slowly teach you how to add water and ingredients to the old pot; in the future, if I have something to do, I will leave the breakfast pot for a few days, and if you have something to do, I will watch this old pot of soup, at least the breakfast pot will be cooked and cooked for a few days, and I will not be complained by diners."

"Boss, I think you are too optimistic, right? If you really leave for a few days, these customers may go half crazy. What if you gather to protest?"

As a famous teacher Zhou Dong taught, the fat man now has no big problem with oil flowers. He just couldn't meet Zhou Dong's requirements when putting tofu, but he wouldn't be as busy as before.

It has only been an hour since the store opened today, and nearly a hundred bowls of braised and fired rice have been sold. The fat man is already frying the second pot of tofu.

He fryed the tofu here and cut it into the pan, changed his knife to cut it into the triangle, added two-bit pig head pork and put it in garlic sauce fermented bean curd, and a bowl of braised soup was placed at the food window, and the waiter would deliver it to the table according to the number of the guests.

Some customers were already familiar with the fat man, and stretched out their thumbs to praise him, "Fat man is pretty, the taste of the hot and fried tofu is becoming more and more authentic!"

The fat man was immediately happy and smiled even more cutely, "You'll be too proud and eat slowly."

Huailiang, who was ranked forty-four, happened to walk into the breakfast room at this time, wearing a dark striped suit, dragging his small suitcase proudly behind him, like a beautiful peacock.

He saw the fat man who was being praised by diners at a glance, and felt a little dizzy in his head and felt sad in his heart. "Sister Qing'er, even if you refuse to choose me, you don't have to choose a fat man, right?"

Thinking of the food commentary poem, Huailiang felt even more sad and angry. He dragged his small suitcase toward the fat man, and stared at the fat man while walking. This guy must be more than 200 kilograms, right? I don’t know what kind of sister Qing’er likes him!

The fat man had just finished his work and was about to take a break from sweat when he saw this angry "Flower Peacock".

The bad gaze of 'Flower Peacock' reminded him of the strongest rival in the kindergarten era. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and was about to call Zhou Dong, 'Flower Peacock' had already come to him and stared at him fiercely and said, "You are Zhou Dong? Qing'er actually writes poems for you, a wretched fat man. I can't believe it. This must be a nightmare!"

The fat man was stunned and looked straight at Huailiangren for a long time. Suddenly he opened his mouth and smiled, "Oh, I am not Zhou Dong, actually I am a poet. Seeing you, Brother Nightmare, I thought of a poem, this poem is like this.

Peacock, you are so beautiful,

If I don't watch the screen, you will give it to me.

You're stunned and you're turning around,

I regret looking at you

Boss, there is a stupid person to look for you!"

What's wrong with the fat man? I'm a smart and intelligent person who is loved by everyone. When flowers bloom, they can fight you to death!

Zhou Dong put Goubuli into the cage with several cages and turned around and said, "Who is looking for me?"

"You are Zhou Dong?"

When the handsome guy saw the handsome guy, his eyes shone coldly.

Huai Liangren looked at Zhou Dong for a long time, and finally nodded slightly and said, "It's pretty good to be said, but it's still far from worthy of Qing'er!"

He looked at the steaming steaming cage on the old braised pot and the steaming cage on the fire eyes again. Huailiang sucked his nose without leaving any trace, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes. "I hope the food commentary poem of Shangqing'er is suitable for what you make!"

Zhou Dong heard it inexplicably, "Sir, if you are here for breakfast, please sit outside and order food. If not, please leave here."

Huai Liangren nodded, "Well, even the tone of speaking is very similar to me? Well, no wonder Qing'er will have a little bit of affection for you. Zhou Dong, I will not leave, I will carefully taste the 'food' you make."

After saying that, he didn't look at Zhou Dong again, dragged the small suitcase with a pull rod, and sat on the dining table behind the goldfish tank under the arrangement of the welcome lady.

This table is commonly used by Gu Yanan and Lu Luxin, but today Huailiang came a little late, and just happened to pass by them and the "Big Three". The young lady Yingbin always felt that this guy was here to find trouble and deliberately arranged him in this position with a better isolation.

The fat man secretly glanced at Huailiangren and said, "Boss, I heard that this 'flower peacock' looks like your rival in love?"

"Nonsense, I don't have a lover, where did I get the love rival? Well, your poem just now is very good, keep working hard next time."

"Haha, the boss has been too awarded. I am actually born a poet. I didn't have the chance before, but this time I finally got the boss to get to know me again."

The fat man boasted himself with an eloquence and suddenly said, "No, Boss, who is Qing'er he said? You really don't know him?"

"How do I know who it is? It's probably because he has a problem with his brain." Zhou Dong frowned slightly. "Fatty, do your job well and don't care about a patient's strange behavior."

"Yes, you're right, boss."

The fat man quickly lowered his head and touched the knife to cut the pig's intestines. He almost forgot that the boss was also a patient, so don't mess with him. I'm not alone now, I have to work hard
Chapter completed!