The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 89 Finding Problems
At noon, Lao Tan stood behind the stove and watched the three chefs cooking.

Yan Dahu's Sichuan and Hunan dishes are quite satisfactory, and the best ones are "fish-flavored shredded pork", "kung pao chicken" and "pickled fish".Especially the sauerkraut fish, with a little knowledge, sold four cases in one noon.

His younger brother Erhu's level is average, at an elementary level, and he is not yet a qualified cook.Yan Dahu used his power as the head chef to forcefully arrange that he could not go to the stove at this level, so he could earn more money.

The last one is a chef of pure Northeast cuisine, with a very good level, comparable to Li Zhongqing from the Kanto family.

Baojun's cold dishes are of a medium level, and the products are clean and neat, with room for improvement.

The noodles are relatively simple, including rice, oil cakes, steamed buns, and noodles. The dumplings are ready-made and quick-frozen.

It's not too busy at noon, and the estimated selling price is between [-] and [-].

Lao Tan saw the list of raw materials on the cutting board, which was left by the supplier when he delivered the goods.He took a closer look and found that the prices were very expensive, especially pork, which was two yuan more expensive than that in the provincial capital.

The chopping board said that the supplier delivered the raw materials before [-]:[-] every morning, and the seasoning was later at [-]:[-].

"Is this list here for you?" Old Tan asked.

"No, hand it over to the counter, I don't have time to deliver it." The cutting board said.

Chopping Board is a young man in his twenties. He looks very energetic. He speaks with a similar accent to Yan Dahu, with a Shanxi accent, and is very talkative.

After chatting with him for a while, Lao Tan knew that he was Yan Dahu's brother-in-law, and the other one who was playing lottery was Yan Dahu's cousin.

Good guy, there are a total of eight people in Hot Dishes, and Yan Dahu takes up half of them.

When he was not busy, Lao Tan found out through chatting that the chef of Northeast cuisine was Liu Zhihui, a native of Heilongjiang, who had been in Hohhot for five years and had been here for three months.

Pastry is made by a master with an apprentice. The master is Li Guifen, 40 years old, home-cooked pastry, and the apprentice is her niece, who just came out of her hometown for two months.

The eldest sister who washes the dishes is a local, in her forties, and Lao Tan can't understand her words at all.The elder sister picking vegetables is from Henan, and she speaks Mandarin better.

Evening is busier than noon, and it can sell for 3000 yuan.

After finishing his work, Yan Dahu got down from the stove and asked Lao Tan enthusiastically, "Master Tan, what do you like to eat?"

Old Tan said: "I seldom eat at night."

"Eat less, I will cook two dishes, and we two will drink." Yan Dahu said.

Old Tan stopped immediately, "No, don't eat, if you eat, work meals are fine."

"It's okay, you're welcome, Mr. Zhang agrees if he is here." Yan Dahu looked like he was in charge, but his expression was a bit fake.

Lao Tan declined his kindness, and the two talked about the dishes.

"Master Tan, do you think our food is okay?" Yan Dahu asked.

"Okay, that's good." Lao Tan nodded, thought for a while and said, "Er Hu cooks next to you, it's okay, you can teach him more, he's not good enough."

Yan Dahu's face was a bit ugly, but what Lao Tan said was the truth, he could only admit it: "He cooks for a short time, I always remind him."

"How much does Erhu pay?" Old Tan asked directly.

"Five thousand."

Old Tan was startled, his heart was high enough to speak, and he asked, "Where's Master Liu?"

"Five thousand."

Old Tan didn't say anything, but nodded thoughtfully.

"Master Tan, if there is anything wrong with the dishes, just tell them, it's okay, I'll let them change it." Yan Dahu said.

"It's all good, nothing." Old Tan looked at the wall and said, "Dahu, I've done a good job of sanitation these two days. When I saw the light, the tiles were yellow. There is also oil on the exhaust hood. Clean it up." Clean up, be careful with fire."

Yan Dahu looked at the wall and the exhaust hood, and said, "Okay, I'll clean it up in two days."

"I don't think it's too busy today, so I asked my brothers to wipe the wall out." Old Tan said.

"Today?" Dahu was taken aback for a moment, he thought Lao Tan was just talking.

Old Tan smiled and said, "It won't take long, everyone wipes it together in 10 minutes and it's done."

Dumb glanced at the wall again, his expression a bit ugly.I said in my heart that no one dares to arrange for me to clean up, even the boss has to be polite. You just asked to clean up when you first came, what are you doing?

But his mind was spinning quickly, thinking that Lao Tan would leave after a few days, there was no need to make trouble, and it was up to him to wait for Lao Tan to leave.So he yelled at the kitchen staff: "Everyone work hard, wipe the wall."

Lao Tan didn't care what Duhu was thinking, seeing that Baojun was preparing to mix oatmeal, which he had never seen before, he walked over directly.

"Cold noodles with noodles" is a very famous home-cooked cold dish in the local area. Like the tiger dish in Northeast cuisine, every restaurant has it, and it is a representative dish of cold dishes.

Youmian is flour made from naked oats. It is a relatively common food in Shanxi, Inner Mongolia, and Bashangguyuan, Hebei.Oat noodles contain linoleic acid, which has obvious effects on the metabolism of the human body.

In addition, oat noodles are also a good health food, which is helpful for weight loss and beauty.It's just that oat noodles are not easy to digest, so it's best to eat less at night, and less every meal.

There are various delicacies made with oat noodles, among which oat noodles are famous, oat noodles wowo, oat noodles fish, and oat noodles rolls.Xibei is the one that makes famous oat noodles, and it has directly achieved the United Nations, which is the pride of Chinese cuisine.

Baojun put the warm oat noodles into the vegetable mixing bowl, grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and put them in, then added rotten pickles and shredded cucumbers, poured in a little Yipinxian, flavored powder, minced garlic, and mixed well Finally, add a little sesame oil fried with Zamonmon flowers, mix well again, then put on a plate, and garnish with coriander leaves on top.

The cold noodles are ready.

Lao Tan put his nose forward and smelled it, it was very fragrant, it was the kind of scent mixed with oat noodles and Zhamengmeng flowers, which tempted the appetite.

"Master Tan likes to eat, I will mix one for you." Bao Jun said.

"No need." Lao Tan waved his hand and said, "It's well mixed, I'll try it when I have a chance."

"What are you going to do if you have a chance? I'll mix it for you." Bao Jun picked up the basin and started to mix it.

Lao Tan hurriedly stopped him and said, "No need, go out to eat today, there is a dinner."

Lao Tan really has a situation.

At noon, when Mulan and Mulan went to Guo Xiaoying's house to rest, Mulan said that they would eat shabu-shabu at night, because the copper pot shabu in Hohhot is very famous, and she wanted to try it.

In order to prevent finding a place to eat like yesterday, Mulan had already inquired about the place in the afternoon. There was a copper pot shabu shop at the west gate of the back community, which was open until two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Bao Jun watched the people cleaning the tiles in the hot dish room, and said sarcastically, "It's so bubbling, I know I need to clean the tiles."

"How often do you wipe it?" Old Tan asked.

"A month or so—I guess it's because you came to wipe it. This group of people are so lazy—there's no way, Boss Zhang trusts them." Bao Jun said with dissatisfaction.

Old Tan heard the meaning of Baojun's words and asked, "How long have you been working here?"

"Eight months. I don't want to do it anymore—" Baojun said.

"Why don't you want to do it anymore? Isn't it good?" Old Tan asked.

Baojun snorted and said, "The atmosphere is not good, you will know after two days, good people won't work here for long."

His attitude was the same as Liu Zhihui's, and his thinking was the same, but he said it.From the attitudes of these two people, we can see the problems in the kitchen - Yan Dahu's management is not good, and his character is not good.

Lao Tan also discovered this problem, but on the first day of his arrival, some things were still unclear, and he planned to observe for a few more days.

After get off work, Lao Tan and Mulan went straight to the west gate of the community. There are six restaurants open here. The two of them saw the copper pot shabu-shabu restaurant at a glance and walked in.

The shop is not big, on the first and second floors.All the eight scattered tables on the first floor were full, and the boss arranged them into a small private room for four people on the second floor.

I ordered two sun rolls, one green vegetable, two side dishes, and a bottle of blue bag Mongolian King.

The copper pot came up quickly, and the two chatted while cooking.

Mulan said excitedly: "Those three Chuancai students and my hometown are all from Kezuohou Banner, and they are all Mongolians. They were so happy when I said it was Gan Qika, and they kept calling me Sister, you still want to invite me to dinner."

"Okay, I met a fellow villager." Old Tan was also very happy to hear that.

"Never thought of that." Mulan smiled all over her face, and then said: "The waiter who showed us the private room yesterday was embarrassed to see me today, and he kept making amends. Hehe, it seemed that she was afraid that I would fire her. In fact, she It's pretty good, I saw it, out of five waiters, she can serve and talk."

"You train her well so that she can become a confidant in the future." Old Tan said.

"Well, I have this plan."

Mulan picked up the wine glass and touched Lao Tan, drank the wine in the glass, and then poured another glass.

"Xia Juan is really capable. She can stand up to three waiters by herself. It's like a housewife." Mulan laughed.

Old Tan also laughed.

The two chatted in the kitchen, and Mulan said that some of the dishes were not tasty and served slowly.She also told Lao Tan the news she heard from the waiter that Yan Dahu has a small belly, and no one is allowed to say that his food is not good. If the customer returns the food, he will scold the waiter. The waiter is afraid of being scolded by him, so he dare not return the food easily. Because of this offended many customers.

Old Tan frowned.

The illness lies with the head chef, which cannot be cured by adjusting the dishes.This disease can only be treated with strong medicine-substitution.

But considering that I came here to help, it's okay. First, it's not good to replace the head chef. Besides, my people are all in the provincial capital, so it's not good to transfer here.

a bit difficult.

(End of this chapter)