Chapter 200: Relay? Brother Duan?

Author: round head and round belly

Chapter 200: Relay? Brother Duan?

Outside the restaurant, the diners who were originally lined up in one line had now divided into three lines.

Moreover, each team has formed a long queue, and the end of the team can no longer be seen.

Seeing Li Yi appear at the door, the diners shouted excitedly.

"Brother Yi!"

"Finally I saw him in person! Brother Yi is so handsome!"

"When will Brother Yi open? We're all starving to death!"

"Are you ready to eat with your hands, Brother Yi? It smells so good!"

The voice of one person is not very loud, but when dozens or hundreds of people speak together, Li Yi can't hear what they are saying at all.

So, he raised his hand and signaled: "It will be open for business in half an hour, everyone just needs to wait a little longer."

After saying that, he pulled Huang Xiaoming aside and asked, "Why are so many people here again?"

Huang Xiaoming wiped the sweat from his head and said helplessly: "The people who ate the thin-skinned buns before didn't leave, but they came again later. Only half of the numbers were issued. I saw at least 400 people queuing up."

"Four hundred people..."

When Li Yi heard this number, his scalp jumped.

Fortunately, I stewed the rice in two pots!

Otherwise, there is really no way to entertain so many guests.

Seeing that Li Yi seemed a little worried, Huang Xiaoming thought that he regretted giving the thin-skin buns as a gift, and said with a smile: "Those diners who ate the thin-skin buns paid for the thin-skin buns when they bought the baked buns.

Someone scanned too much.

I did the math and found that the turnover was more than 200 yuan more than normal sales."

Li Yi didn't understand why he mentioned this, but he didn't ask. He just said: "It will be open in half an hour. After the rice is ready, the tables will be turned over very quickly. Then the queue will not be so tense."

Already."

"good."

Huang Xiaoming smiled and said: "Don't talk about them. I can't stand the smell of pilaf myself. This pilaf smells so good!"

"Save some for you later."

Li Yi said with a smile, then turned around and taught the three hungry people how to turn the pot.

"You grab that side, I'll grab this side, and we lift them together."

Not full, the three of them were discussing and lifting the rice cooker together.

The two pots of pilaf each weighed hundreds of kilograms and were so hot that they couldn't lift them even after several attempts.

Li Yi came closer and stepped forward when he saw this, motioning for them to get out of the way.

Then, Li Yi took two wet rags to the pot, put the wet rags under the pot ears, and then used both hands to exert force.

The next moment, he picked up the entire pot.

Tilt the pot back more than ten degrees, Li Yicai put the pot back, handed the wet rag to the three hungry people, and signaled: "Heat the pot quickly, without ink stains. The more ink stains, the hotter your hands will be, which is not good."

It’s served.”

Looking at his relaxed expression, the three of them who had not eaten enough looked shocked and exclaimed: "Brother Yi, you are so awesome! So you can hug this pot of rice?"

"This doesn't weigh much, only about a hundred pounds."

Li Yi smiled and didn't care.

The three of them looked at each other, speechless.

For them, a hundred pounds is really not that heavy.

They usually bench press more than this weight, and this posture of holding the pot is more like a deadlift, so the upper weight limit is higher.

But this is a hot pot!

With a diameter of 1.5 meters, the only place you can hold your hand is the edge of the pot, and it's also very hot.

Not to mention the hot steam spraying from the edge of the pot.

This deadlift is much more difficult than the barbell in the gym.

"That's awesome."

They looked at each other and then shook their heads: "Let's just serve it together honestly! Don't be brave and don't spill the food, otherwise the guests outside will tear us apart."

"Remember, it rotates every five minutes!"

Li Yi reminded him and went back to the kitchen to prepare food.

Half an hour passed quickly, and before the pot was started, Li Yi returned to the yard.

When he came to the rice cooker, he uncovered the wet gauze covering the edge of the pot lid, and a sweet smell mixed with oil immediately seeped out, countless times stronger than the smell that just wafted out.

Then, Li Yi opened the lid of the pot, and a stream of steam mixed with a strong fragrance floated up and spread quickly.

A few seconds later, a burst of exclamations of admiration came from outside the restaurant door.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Li Yi took the shovel, inserted it into the bottom of the pot along the edge, and shoveled upward.

The rice above was shoveled away, and the yellow radish below, which had been stewed until soft and shiny, jumped up and landed on the rice, covering the rice with golden juice, which was sweet and fragrant.

Reba and the others in the kitchen were also attracted by the aroma. Reba was like a little lamb and rushed straight to the pot. He stared at the mutton pieces buried under the rice in the pot, and "tears" of longing flowed from the corners of his mouth.

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"Oh my god! I seem to be back in the Western Regions!"

Reba was very excited.

Behind her, Duan Yihong also looked into the pot with his hands behind his back. He smacked his saliva and said with a smile: "Leave me a leg, I'll eat it, tut tut! Don't be too happy."

"Okay, no problem, I'll give you a leg up."

As Li Yi spoke, he dug out a stewed hind leg from under the rice and placed it on top of the rice.

Smelling the aroma, Reba swallowed his saliva: "I prefer to eat the yellow radish inside, it's soft and sweet. I can eat it every meal."

Zhao Jinmai looked on and drooled: "I didn't expect real hand-picked rice to be so delicious!"

Liu Yifei watched Li Yi digging with shovel after shovel, and was a little curious: "Brother Yi, are you looking for something?"

Li Yi dug out a piece of mutton, mixed it with the yellow radish and oil soup below and put it on the rice. He casually explained: "After the rice is ready, you have to dig out all the meat underneath. On the one hand, it is convenient for cooking.

, on the other hand, it can also be cooled as quickly as possible for the convenience of diners.

This step of digging is necessary. It not only digs out the pieces of meat, but also digs out the carrots and broth underneath, and pours it on the rice, so that the rice is soaked with the carrots, broth, and the aroma of mutton oil.

It also allows the rice and radish to be mixed evenly.”

While he was talking, he had already dug a hole in the pot, and the dug-out meat, radishes and rice were piled on the opposite side, forming a hill.

After digging, Li Yi took the shovel, looked at the people behind him, and asked: "I have to go back to make noodles. Who among you will cook the rice?"

"Let me do it!"

Duan Yihong smiled and recommended himself: "They don't know how to do it. This kind of work still needs our professional masters to do it!"

"That's alright, it's all Brother Duan's fault."

Li Yi handed him the shovel.

Duan Yihong took the shovel and said with a smile: "Bring me a strainer. You have to use a strainer to hold rice properly."

"major."

Li Yi smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then found a fence and gave it to him.

"You go help me get the plate and I'll serve it."

Duan Yihong gave orders to the hungry trio, put on his apron and chef's hat, knocked the rim of the pot in a decent manner, and imitated the Uyghur accent and shouted: "Come on, come on! Grab rice, grab rice

!The unmarried Yangwazi smells so good that it makes your mouth water!"

The authentic Uighur Reba looked at him helplessly: "rellay? Brother Duan?"

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