Chapter 25: Open a shop (below)

Chapter 25
As a senior foodie, old Du can taste Lin Mo's steamed buns with enough food. In the early years, he traveled south and north and went to a lot of places, but he could not count the number of foods he had eaten. There are dozens of them, but there are really few that can match this taste.
Because of these buns, Lao Du didn't sleep well all night. Tianma Maliang got up from the bed and went straight to the West Street shop after putting on his clothes.
It was only seven o'clock in the morning. The steamed buns in the shop had just been steamed. Before Du Lao entered the shop, he smelled the aroma of steamed buns, and his mouth began to secrete liquid.
Lin Mo helped the old lady to move the small tea-boiled egg stove outside and greeted with a smile: "Uncle Du, early."
Lao Du's eyes looked straight at the fat white buns in the steamer, and suddenly smelled the salty flavor of the tea leaves, and then looked at the thick and fragrant eight-treasure porridge in the big pot next to it, and he couldn't move his legs immediately: "Lin Mo, first Bring me a bowl of porridge, three baskets of buns for every taste, and two tea eggs. "
"Are you eating here?" The store is too small. Aunt Li and noodles have made up a large portion of the buns. The store can barely put two tables to accommodate seven or eight people.
"Of course." Lao Du said that he found a place to sit down and saw red pickles on the table, immediately took a small dish from his hand and clipped it out.
The kimchi was made by the old lady in autumn. In order to show his support for his grandson with his actions, he specially carried the kimchi jars to the store. In the transparent glass jar, there are radish, cowpea, bamboo shoots, lotus white, chili pepper, hot and sour refreshing, slightly sweet back, and Lao Du tasted it for two. Coupled with fragrant glutinous and thick porridge, thin stuffed buns, salty flavored tea eggs, Lao Du only felt that he had never had such an enjoyable breakfast.
Opposite high schools are mainly day students, but there are also some boarders. At this time, they had just finished morning exercises. Many courageous students who were not used to eating in the cafeteria. They pleaded with the guard, and they could easily slip out and eat a relatively delicious breakfast.
"Boss, how do you sell buns in your family?" Someone smelled the fragrance and couldn't help coming to ask.
Lin Mo was wearing a white chef uniform and a chef hat. He looked two or three years older than he was. This student patronized and looked at the buns, and directly recognized Lin Mo as the store owner. Although he was originally the owner of the store, he was neglected because of his young age.
"Two for fifty cents, two for one cage."
"It's so expensive, your buns are obviously smaller than those next door!" Most boarders come from rural areas, and most people don't have much money in their hands. They would rather have a cheaper breakfast at school than spend it outside the school. In front of him, the student has famous brands all over his body. Although they are all domestically produced, he can see that his economic conditions are definitely much more abundant than others.
"You taste it and you know it's worth the price." Lin Mo smiled.
Old Du has been burying his head in bitter eating, and suddenly heard a familiar voice, and raised his head to look at it as a friend and a child: "Xiaoyu, why did you run out of school?"
"Uncle Du!" The boy named Xiaoyu greeted Old Du and walked across to him to sit down and smiled: "I will come out for breakfast, don't tell my mom, otherwise she will It ’s a big fuss.
Xiaoyu likes to play games because of his poor grades. He was thrown into his school and lived by his old lady. He is known to experience life. Poor accommodation and no game to play. Don't go down to the pig food in the canteen. Fortunately, he bribed the guard quietly, and as long as there was no teacher at the gate, they opened his eyes and closed his eyes to let him out for food.
"It's okay not to tell your mother, but you can't run around or play games anymore."
Xiaoyu said with a smile: "I know, I just came out of the cafeteria, you can rest assured, I know." He said, he took a steamed bun from the steamer's mouth, and his eyes light up instantly. Emma, ​​this is what people eat!
Lao Du nodded and said: "It's good. Lin Mo, then give us three buns."
Like a hungry tiger, Xiaoyu swept away the three-cage buns, and was not satisfied at the end. He bought the three-cage buns and brought them back to school, planning to eat for lunch.
Near eight o'clock, many students came to smell one after another, complaining that after the Lin Mo family was expensive, everyone bought more or less.
On the first day, less goods were prepared. Less than half past eight, more than a thousand buns and buns were sold out. The old lady cooked more than forty tea eggs and sold them out, leaving her happy to see her teeth.
Many neighborhoods, led by Lao Du, asked Lin Mo to leave some buns for them tomorrow.
In just a few days, the name of Lin's Restaurant spread among students. Due to the short supply of buns, many students had to get up early and rush to the school in order to eat a few fragrant hot buns. The teacher of the class who did n’t know the truth thought that his students had changed. During the class meeting, he picked several typical examples and praised them fiercely, so that these students who were usually poor in academic performance had never been praised. The students were flattered. He used his energy to eat buns to study, and his performance improved a lot.
Afterwards, after a while, the class teacher knew the truth and was very angry. In a rage, he went to the Lin's small restaurant to buy a few buns, to taste the charm of the buns in his family, and actually made their class rotten wood. , As a result, it was uncontrollable. Like his students, he became a loyal eater in a small restaurant.
After the bun business gradually got on the right track, Lin Mo launched a small lunch.
There are three kinds of roasted dishes and four kinds of fried dishes every day. One meat dish is one yuan, one vegetable dish is fifty cents, rice is one cent or two, the weight is full, and the dishes are rich. Generally, boys spend three dollars and girls two dollars, and they can eat a belly. The price is slightly more expensive than the cafeteria, but the taste and ingredients are not comparable to the cafeteria. Some of them had to go home for lunch and study. They also bought lunch boxes. They hurried to the small restaurant every day at noon to report that they might not be able to grab a meal if they were late.
Because the sales scene was so hot, on several occasions, some students almost started to fight because they could not grab lunch, so Lin Mo had to change the external sales to make an appointment for ordering meals. Customers who book reservations need to prepay 100 yuan for the meal fee. The small restaurant will give them a special one-yuan meal voucher. Once the voucher is sold, it will not be refunded. Zero replacement is allowed, and the voucher is limited to 100 copies per month. Only.
At the same time as the sales reform, Lin Mo slightly increased the price of lunch. Some customers who were on the sidelines and feared that the quality of the small restaurant would deteriorate in the future have disbanded. This is so. air.
After fixing the number of customers, Lin Mo only needs to make a fixed amount of meals every day, and the pressure is suddenly reduced. When selling meals, he will no longer be as chaotic as before, but his income is not less than before. At the same time, he can also free up his hands to make evening snacks.
The small restaurants and roadside stalls near the school mostly sell barbecues, spicy hot meats, rice noodles and potatoes in pots at night. There are also individual spring rolls, sweet potato cakes, and dried radishes. People come to eat.
Lin Mo, according to the previous plan, only sells spicy and mace potatoes.
The mackerel potato is easy to make, as long as he has his special sauce to make the base, the ingredients are used well, and the ingredients are used when seasoning, and the taste is not bad.
The spicy scalding method is also very simple, the key is the taste of the soup base, as long as the bottom of the pot is prepared, the rest is just a cooking seasoning.
The ingredients of the spicy pot bottoms are similar, but often the different details will cause the taste of the whole pot bottom to be different. Ordinary people may not easily taste the subtle differences under the spicy taste, but they are absolutely cheating. Lin Mo has collected and improved many hot pot recipes before, and this time came in handy. Because they are just ordinary snacks, they can't be sold too expensive. Those expensive health recipes are naturally not needed. However, if they can be delicious and not on the bottom of the hot pot, they are absolutely popular.
It just happens that Lin Mo knows a lot about this formula. In the final analysis, it is just adding some Chinese medicinal materials that do not affect the taste of the soup. The precious part of the formula is that what kind of medicinal materials to use, how much dose to use, a little deviation will destroy the whole pot bottom material, not only can not play the role it will make the taste very strange.
Lin Mo used the old hen's live stick bones to boil out the thick soup to make the base, add the carefully prepared marinade, and wait for the bottom of the pot to boil, the spicy and thick flavors immediately spread out.
After hearing that Lin Mo was going to sell snacks at night, Lao Du dispatched other shop assistants to the wholesale market. He waited for this small shop every day, but no, as soon as he smelled the fragrance, he came immediately.
"Uncle Du, you came just right. We just burned some roasted vegetables. You can taste the taste for us and see if there is any need for improvement." Lin Mo knew that Old Du had been waiting for his spicy hot for several days. Many dishes are hot.
Old Du Guang looked at the red soup in the big bowl, and Bi Cui was making it. He knew the taste was not bad. He quickly took the big bowl from Lin Mo and grinned: "Then I'm welcome, just look at this color, I dare say that the taste will not be worse. However, this soup is known to be very spicy when I smell it. I am old and I am afraid to eat it every day. "For senior foodies, the stomach is the revolutionary capital, no matter how good it is. You have to leave some room for eating.
Lin Mo smiled and said: "Uncle Du, you don't have to worry about getting angry.
Old Du sat in front of his bowl of kimchi with a bowl, and doubted: "True and false?"
Lin Mo is confident: "If you try, you will know."
Lao Du put a piece of fat cow in his mouth, the meat was just hot and tender and smooth, full of spicy taste, fine taste, full of rich tongue tip. Here is another chopsticks with mashed belly, tender and moderate; the meatballs are tender and juicy; the potatoes are soft and delicate; the lotus roots are spicy and crisp; the noodles are greasy and smooth ...
But in the blink of an eye, Lao Du was sweating heavily, and there was no soup left in the bowl.
"It's cool, cool, it's so enjoyable! It's much better than those authentic hot pots I'm going to eat! Kobayashi, your skill is simply amazing. Uncle simply pays to open a hot pot restaurant for you, and the profit is half of us. How? "Old Du stared at Lin Mo.
"Uncle Du has kindly received my heart. I will study next year. We will work together when we have a chance." Lin Mo has always been a kind of self-esteem and no lack of ambitions. How could his goal be just a snack bar? However, he knows that these recipes have spent a great deal of time and effort to collect, and for the time being he has not planned to give a slice of soup to anyone.
"Okay, that's what you said! In the future, there is a need for Uncle Du's help, just open the mouth. Uncle Du promises nothing!" Old Du traveled south and north and experienced a lot. He really hasn't seen a special child like Lin Mo. Not to mention the outstanding appearance, just raising his hands and throwing his feet in his feet, and speaking in ordinary days, he can't see a 15- or 16-year-old rural child at all. His temperament is stronger than that of some older seniors. At this moment, he has the same intuition as Lin Changqing-this child can do great things in the future!
Privately, Lao Du's family chatted with his wife more than once. If he had a daughter, he must marry her to Lin Mo. Such a good son-in-law couldn't find him with a lantern and could dump his son Bajie Street. This made him spoil his son's wife without principle, but he was very unhappy but could not admit that this was the case. Gradually, she slowly corrected the shortcomings and began to look squarely at the children's education. Of course, this is something later.
Lin Mo nodded happily: "Good!" He had a good relationship with Lao Du. Not only was he only a neighbor, but importantly, Lao Du County had a deep relationship. With him covering him, he could calm down many bulls, ghosts and snakes. The shop has been open for more than half a month, and no one has come to the house to make troubles. Why is there no old Du credit?
Bi Linmo wanted to be very popular in the business of selling vegetables and mace potatoes. The store was simply busy with four of them plus an old lady. He had to hire two young men who had just graduated from high school but did not find work. From five o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening, they are counted as 300 yuan per month.
With these two people joining, Lin Mo almost only needs to collect money every night, which is much easier.
In a busy time, a month's time whispers away. After finishing his salary, Lin Mo calculated that he probably earned more than 5,000 net this month. According to this trend, the income will be tens of thousands next month, and it will not take long for him to pay off his debts. When he accumulates some capital, he may rent a big shop at the end of the year to open a hot pot restaurant.
Lin Mo was confident in planning the future. In the other side, Lin Changqing received a call from the police station to Murakami, saying that Wang Yanyan and Chen Lao San had been repatriated, but Wang Yanyan firmly refused to admit that he was abducted. ## $ l && ~ _ ~ && l $ ##