Finally, Xiao Jing's three classmates bought three more bottles of drinks at their own expense.

Chen Nian lost another three yuan.

However, it is indeed rare for people to eat Mapo Tofu without drinking anything during the entire meal.

At least, the first customer who came to the restaurant for dinner should be the only one I have seen since Chen Nian opened the whole day.

After the four college students finished eating, Xiao Jing scanned the QR code to pay for the meal.

Then, under Chen Nian's gaze, he said words such as "Binbin is so mean", "Brother Jing is awesome", "I'll come back next time", etc. and left with a smile.

"Come again~"

Chen Nian shouted from behind as usual.

As a result, the four people turned around and waved their hands: "Don't worry, boss, I will do it next time!"

Chen Nian lowered his head and returned to the store. Although his words were good words, they still sounded a bit strange.

However, the progress of the recipe at this time [9/1000] makes Chen Nian feel more gratified.

The original plan was to sell an average of thirty-three copies per day, so that the target could be achieved in one month.

Of course, the requirements can’t be too high when we just opened today. Selling ten copies already makes Chen Nian very satisfied.

Honghong was still looking at her phone over there, and she didn't know if she had finished reading the domineering president's article covered in a catering cover.

"Mom, read less novels. If you look at your phone too much at night, your eyes will get bad. By the way, Mom, have you finished reading that book?"

Chen Nian said.

Unexpectedly, Feng Honghong raised her head: "No, I am reading an article."

"What article?"

"Will nosy people become bald?"

Chen Nian: "..."

Honghong is still as sharp as ever.

After a while, several more customers came to the restaurant one after another. However, two people came in and looked at the menu. They found that there was only Mapo Tofu and left silently.

Chen Nian thinks this is normal. After all, even in Chengdu, not everyone can eat spicy food.

And we can’t expect everyone to like eating Mapo Tofu.

But five people still expressed surprise after eating and said they would come to this store again in the future.

But around eight in the evening, an old man with half-grey hair suddenly came outside wearing a white two-string vest. He wore gray cotton and linen old men's pants with loose CCTV on his legs. He was walking in the wind and shaking his hands.

Holding a cattail leaf fan.

Randomly came in, Feng Honghong looked up, and then stood up immediately.

"Uncle Niu, did you dance so much that you forgot to eat again today?"

This old man, Chen Nian, lives nearby and is an old neighbor.

I have often come to Honghong Restaurant to eat.

Moreover, this Mr. Niu especially likes to dance in the square. He loses track of time while dancing, and often waits until eight or nine o'clock when he remembers that he hasn't had dinner yet.

But go back, my son is probably still working overtime at this time and has not come back.

Just come to Honghong Hotel for a meal.

Thanks to Lao Chen's good craftsmanship, he was able to keep customers.

"Didn't I just come here after dancing and strolling around? I thought I was stupid and forgot that the Honghong Hotel was closed, but I didn't expect that the hotel opened again. Was it a hired chef or..." As he said this, he saw

Chen Nian, who had just opened the curtain in the back kitchen and came out in chef's uniform, said, "Oh, I have become a chef every year! It's good that I inherited my father's business."

"Hello, Uncle Niu." Chen Nian greeted politely.

Uncle Niu found a place to sit where the fan could blow, and then subconsciously looked at the menu on the wall.

stunned.

"Just a mapo tofu?"

Chen Nian scratched his head in embarrassment: "I still know this dish now, and I will add new ones over time as I learn new ones."

Uncle Niu took a deep breath, and his expression when he looked at Chen Nian suddenly changed and became a little complicated.

"Then let's have mapo tofu and some rice. It happens to be a bit humid recently. Eat something spicy to get rid of the humidity. A little spicy will be fine. You can make it as you like. Uncle Niu doesn't pick these things."

"Okay, Uncle Niu!" Chen Nian took another order, this time from an old customer of the Honghong Hotel.

Since the Honghong Hotel closed its doors a year ago, all the old customers have gradually been lost.

One year is enough time for a street to open several new restaurants, so everyone has new places to go.

Didn’t you hear what Uncle Niu said?

He came to the store as he was accustomed to by wandering around.

In fact, Uncle Niu didn't have any expectations in his heart. Previously, he thought it would be good for Chen Nian to inherit his father's business, but when he saw that there was only mapo tofu and white rice on the wall, he felt a little regretful that Xiao Chen's craftsmanship had not been passed down.

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However, he still planned to have a meal here. After all, they were all acquaintances, and this kind of thing had happened to other people's homes.

I can take care of you and take care of you.

But while Chen Nian was cooking in the back kitchen, Feng Honghong suddenly opened the curtain and walked in. She looked at Uncle Niu outside, who was looking at the furnishings of the restaurant, and whispered quickly: "Put a little more salt, the beef will be better."

The uncle has a strong taste."

The aging makes you instantly aware of it.

When he was working at Chen Mapo Restaurant, Chen Nian also received many customers who could eat salt. After all, the country had just been liberated at that time and there were many people working.

Someone had just moved goods for a day and came over and wanted to eat something salty.

There are also some elderly people who, if you don’t add a pinch of salt, will scold you for making the rice too bland and ask you to return to the pot and fry it again.

So Chen Nian thought about the quantity and added one-fifth less douban and about one-third more salt.

After all, the bean paste itself is salty enough.

By adjusting it like this, the tofu will have a slightly stronger taste and saltiness when you eat it.

After all, sometimes the old people eat the same tofu flavor.

When Mapo Tofu was served on the table, Uncle Niu poked it a few times with chopsticks and found that it looked pretty good.

Then I planned to use chopsticks to pick up a piece and taste it.

"Uncle, you have to use a spoon, you can't hold it..." But before Chen Nian could say the word "of", Uncle Niu tremblingly picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu.

stand up!

That's right, it's just a clamp, not a pick or a load.

Just a piece of tofu picked up between two chopsticks!

It was swaying, as if it would break at any time, but Uncle Niu even felt it was hot and even blew on it, and the piece of tofu was held firmly.

"Nian Nian, your uncle Niu's dancing is not for nothing. What I exercise is called muscle control."

Chen Nian had to sigh that your uncle is still your uncle.

As expected, Mr. Park is the last trump card in this country, and everyone is like a master of face covering.

Uncle Niu said proudly as he put the tofu into his mouth.

It's like eating tofu, you eat the tofu as soon as you suck it.

This was the first time Chen Nian had seen this way of eating. He originally wanted to stir-fry a plate of tofu to impress Uncle Niu, but he was shown off by him.
Chapter completed!