Chapter 258
His family is in Yancheng City, but there are many children at home. He can help support the family by finding a job earlier.
He had never tasted sewer water, but he never thought that sewer water that was still smelly and smelly when washing could taste so good.
"Boss, are you using Parthian fennel?" Uncle Ping tentatively picked up a piece of sheep intestine and asked in disbelief.
"This is indeed fennel, but I added some other spices and mixed it to make it taste better." Nanzhi didn't hide it either. This is what his restaurant does, and he can't even bring in his own people. All hidden.
"Master, is this Parthian fennel too expensive to use in dishes?" Uncle Ping's eyes were tangled, it was too expensive, it was clearly extravagant!
"This is not bad. The amount of spices is small. If you sell a dish for twenty cash, you can still make a profit."
As soon as Nanzhi said these words, Uncle Ping lost his composure at all.
Others didn't know the price of Parthian fennel, but he knew it!
An expensive spice like Parthian fennel only sells for 20 cents per dish. Could it be that the two owners of the house are the ladies of some wealthy businessman, and they are prodigal?
Uncle Ping wanted to say something more, but he couldn't argue with Nanzhi and the others in front of so many people, so he could only sigh and continue eating.
After a pair of sheep offal is washed and cooked, there is still seven or eight kilograms left, which can be used to make more than twenty servings.
Excluding the water price of ten cents, which is the two kilograms of black noodles used to wash the water, and including labor costs, the cost of a stir-fried haggis is only five cents at most. After all, her cumin only cost one hundred and fifty cents per kilogram. arts.
The rest is cumin lamb and griddle dishes, which she wants to focus on.
Master Lu only planned to let him make some specialty dishes. She had roughly calculated those dishes. The profit of the dishes generally fluctuated around 40%. As long as the sales volume increased, she could only open the lobby on the first floor. Get this business.
An Wazi and Lin Xiaoquan, two and a half grown-ups, worked hard to reward each other. She planned to let An Wazi take charge of the barbecue dishes.
When the time comes, the recipe for barbecue ingredients will be handed over to Xu Chou, and other things will naturally be arranged.
Only this restaurant does not require monthly rent, which can make them feel more relaxed.
After the meal was finished, Shen Miaomiao, An Wazi and Aze went out to do errands, while Nanzhi stayed in the restaurant and watched them continue to repair the stove.
Uncle Ping then came closer and whispered: "Master, this Parthian fennel is too expensive. No matter how little is used in a dish, it is still a loss if it only costs 20 cents!"
Nanzhi looked at everyone else who was busy, and then motioned to Uncle Ping to sit down.
"Uncle Ping, I know you are from Kyoto. Let me also ask you, how much silver does a pound of Parthian fennel in Kyoto cost?"
Nanzhi would be lying if she said she wasn't curious. She knew that the world was very different from the ancient times she knew, from the appearance of potatoes and sweet potatoes to the legal provisions.
So she was also curious about how expensive this cumin could be.
"Here, I haven't eaten Parthian fennel for many years, but in the early years in Kyoto, it was sold for five taels of silver and half a tael. Although it is not really such an exaggeration, the price should not be low." Uncle Ping shook his head and said, at that time, although the country was peaceful and the people were safe without the natural and man-made disasters of the past two years, not everyone could have fun after dinner.
For dozens of taels of silver and a pound of spices, who can not say a word of luxury?
"Five taels of silver and half a tael of incense?" Nanzhi was a little surprised. One hundred taels of silver and a pound of cumin?
Isn’t that equivalent to two kilograms of cumin being able to buy a small courtyard?
"Uncle Ping, guess how much I paid for this spice per pound?" Nanzhi subconsciously asked in a lowered voice.
"This..." Uncle Ping frowned and looked at Nanzhi's innocent face. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Is it ten taels of silver per pound?"
"No, no. Guess again." Nanzhi shook his head and continued to ask.
"Five taels of silver?"
Uncle Ping frowned.
"One hundred and fifty cents!" Nanzhi whispered, but Uncle Ping almost dropped his jaw on the table after hearing this.
One hundred and fifty cents per pound?
Could it be that my boss went to the Western Regions and picked it himself?
"I'm not stupid, am I? Our business is going well!" Nanzhi said with a smile.
Uncle Ping has fallen into deep self-doubt.
In the early years, the extravagance caused by Parthian fennel made the officials furious and banned this spice from entering Kyoto. Could it be that in the past few years, this spice has become so cheap?
"Master, the stove is ready!"
"coming!"
Nanzhi stood up and left, leaving Uncle Ping with a confused look on his face.
The stove was heated, and it was completely dry now. Several iron rods were firmly embedded on both sides of the stove. Looking at the familiar stove, Nanzhi felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.
She had worked part-time at that food stall for a few months, and before school started, her master told her to remember to go back and have a look, but she didn't expect that even though she couldn't go back now, she would always have her own restaurant.
"Liu Da, go get my marinated meat skewers." Nanzhi greeted while tying up his sleeves.
Liu Da went to get the meat skewers, while Zhang Yun added two pieces of firewood to the side.
The meat was mutton bought by someone in the morning, and the skewers were bamboo skewers ordered at his carpenter's shop. The meat skewers were put on the stove, which almost made Nan Zhimeng go back to the food stall.
She prepared some barbecue ingredients in advance, and when she was grilling the skewers, she asked Lin Xiaoquan to watch and learn her own gestures.
It wasn't until the sizzling and oily meat skewers were grilled that Nanzhi clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wang Sheng, bring a skewer to Uncle Ping." Nanzhi took two skewers of mutton and handed them to Wang Sheng.
"Xu Chou, taste this."
As if he didn't expect that his boss would give it to him first, Xu Chou was a little at a loss: "Thank you, my boss."
The mutton will not be too soft after being marinated and grilled, and the taste of the barbecue ingredients is so attractive that Xu Chou couldn't help but take a bite.
Then he was completely stunned.
He had never tasted this taste before.
"Don't be stunned. One by one, let's have a taste."
Only then did the others take the meat skewers one after another, all of them with expressions of surprise on their faces.
They are not from a wealthy family. Although they eat better during the holidays, they have never tasted such a strange taste.
Even if the haggis made by the host today has refreshed their understanding, it is still inferior to this meat skewer.
Xu Chou had already studied cooking. Ever since Nanzhi asked him if he wanted to learn the craft, he had some suspicions in his mind.
What doesn't he understand now?
The owner valued him and was willing to give him such a powerful secret recipe.
"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"
Xu Chou knelt down firmly and kowtowed three more times.
This was the salute he had performed when he first became a disciple, but he did not regard himself as a disciple.
"Okay, okay, get up quickly. I can't stand you guys kneeling like this several times a day."
Nanzhi had a complicated look on his face. Not only did he not pay the tuition for his apprenticeship with his master, he only spent dozens of dollars to buy two packs of cigarettes for his master.
Now I am just relying on the master's craftsmanship, how can I receive such a big gift?
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