The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 291

Zhuang Ziqiang came to Jishantang today to prepare for his next business.

He won't ask for help in vain. Zhou Bingkun, the hotel manager, was the manager of the hotel, and he gave Chef He a high price of three yuan a night, and also gave Zhou Bingkun a venue use fee of five yuan a night. This part of the money included Part of the cost of hotel materials.

As for where the money ends up in the end, it has nothing to do with Zhuang Ziqiang.

"Brother Zhuang, I've never made the Malatang you mentioned." Chef He said after hearing Zhuang Ziqiang's request.

"It doesn't matter, Master He. I will tell you the basic ingredients, but the specific preparation has to be judged by your experience. We will adjust it according to the taste."

"That's fine."

It took Zhuang Ziqiang three months to earn his first pot of gold, and he took a lot of risks during this period. If he wants to continue to do big business, he can't continue to take such risks.

Being steady is the right way.

People depend on food, especially in the 80s, when the people's economic income ushered in a big explosion, food will be an indispensable and important part of the national economy in the next few decades.

He is Hao Shaomin's son now, he has to be cautious whether he is in politics or business, and it is safest to start a catering business.

Speaking of the food that is popular in street shops in later generations, Malatang must have a place.

This simple category alone has supported hundreds of chain catering companies across the country, not to mention industry giants such as "Zhang Liang Malatang" and "Yang Guofu Malatang" with thousands of franchised stores in China, which are well received by domestic and foreign customers. Popular among common people, especially young people.

Zhuang Ziqiang focused on Malatang because he valued its advantages of single category and high standardization.

Catering seems like a small and inconspicuous business, but if it grows big, it can enter the world's top [-] companies.

Zhuang Ziqiang didn't have such high ideals, he just wanted to make some money and live a comfortable life in this world by the way.

After all, he used the experience card this time, and he will spend his whole life in the mission world.

For five consecutive days, Zhuang Ziqiang came over to study the soup base of Mala Tang with Master He as soon as Jishantang was closed at night.

To make Malatang in the 80s, there were two difficulties to be overcome, one was the soup base, and the other was frozen meat products. The rest of the side dishes might not be complete in this era, and they were not as rich as later generations, but it didn’t matter.

"It's almost mean, there's too much pepper, and it numbs the tongue. The people in the Northeast are not used to such a strong pepper flavor, and the aroma of the soup base is a bit weaker, not as good as the day before yesterday."

"It was a whole old hen the day before yesterday. I put a chicken rack on it today, and the taste must be bad. Didn't you say try to make it as cheap as possible!"

Zhuang Ziqiang thought for a while, "It's better to put whole milk, the soup base is very important."

"Sure, listen to you, I will put less pepper."

After several nights of experimentation, Zhuang Ziqiang finally, with the help of Master He, debugged a spicy soup base suitable for the taste of Northeast China.

"Come on, Bingkun, how about you try this?"

Zhuang Ziqiang gave Zhou Bingkun a spoonful of soup base, and he took a sip, "Hey, it's delicious, brother Ziqiang."

Zhuang Ziqiang nodded, "I think the same. Master He, can you make the meatballs, fish balls, and shrimp balls I told you about?"

"It can be done, but it is impossible to reach the level you said. I sold a few catties of fish yesterday and made some. You can try it."

Master He brought out some balls made of surimi. Just by looking at the appearance, he knew that there must be a certain gap with the balls he ate in later generations.

Frozen meat products such as fish balls, shrimp balls, crab sticks, and peeing beef balls in foods such as Malatang and Oden in later generations are mostly made of minced fish and minced meat, supplemented with ingredients such as gelatin, starch, and essence, and are used in various machinery. It can be made with the help of.

The fish ball made by Master He can only be called a simple version of "fish ball" at best. The main raw materials are surimi and starch.

After all, he is a master chef, so there is nothing to say about his craftsmanship.

"Okay, Bingkun, now the difficulties are basically resolved." Zhuang Ziqiang clapped his hands.

He took out another 50 yuan and handed it to Master He, and asked Master He to write down the ingredients of Malatang soup base and meatballs, and put away the ingredient list.

Zhuang Ziqiang said to Zhou Bingkun: "Master He, starting from get off work tomorrow, you should prepare more side dishes and meatballs. From the day after tomorrow, customers who come to Jishantang Restaurant for dinner will get a free Mala Tang for each table, and free three God, it's mine."

"Brother, give it to every table? That's a lot of money. You've spent hundreds of dollars these days."

"It's okay, don't save money for your brother and me, money is a bastard, let's make money after spending it."

Zhuang Ziqiang said with a smile.

"Well!"

Since Zhuang Ziqiang said so firmly, Zhou Bingkun didn't try to persuade him any more. Giving food to guests for free without paying for it by the restaurant is only good for Jishantang, not bad.

Of course, Zhuang Ziqiang didn't want to send free food to diners out of kindness. In the catering industry, it's hard to agree with everyone, and what he pursues is the greatest common denominator.

There is no big problem with the spicy hot soup base, but it has not been tested by the general public. It happens that there is a laboratory like Jishantang, and it is completely possible to refine the taste.

"Bingkun, when the time comes, you want to ask the customers at each table how it tastes, write down the most frequently asked questions by customers, and we can improve it."

"Okay, no problem, bro."

Two days later, the customers who came to Jishantang to eat found that there was an extra dish on the table when the waiter served it.

"Hey, waiter, what kind of dish is this? Didn't we order it?" A customer asked.

"This is a gift from our manager. It's a new dish. Please try it. After dinner, please give us your opinion."

After the customer learned about the situation, he looked at the red and white dishes in a large bowl with great interest. The appearance was a bit similar to the stew in the Northeast, and it looked quite friendly.

Someone picked up a chopstick and tasted it curiously, "Oh, it's quite spicy!"

Others also stretched out their chopsticks, "It's spicy, but it's acceptable, it's quite enjoyable!"

The chopsticks kept reaching into the bowl, and the customers were still talking.

"What kind of dish is this? Why haven't you eaten it before?"

"Didn't the waiter say that? The new dishes are probably newly researched by the chefs of other restaurants."

"Don't tell me, this Jishantang is really good. It can also study dishes, which is much better than state-run restaurants."

"Isn't this nonsense? Didn't you spend money to make yourself guilty when you went to a state-run restaurant?"

While the customers were eating and chatting, Zhou Bingkun was staring at the counter. Seeing that the big bowl of Mala Tang was about to run out, he hurried over.

"How are you guys eating?"

"Not bad!"

"Could you please tell me more about it? This is a new dish for us, and we still want to improve it. We will listen to your opinions!"

Tasting new dishes is a novelty, and the manager of the restaurant asked everyone to give evaluations, which even hit the little vanity in the hearts of customers.

Several people chatted in a hurry, most of the speeches were positive comments, and occasionally one or two minor problems were not concealed.

Zhou Bingkun recorded all the opinions of customers in the notebook one by one, making customers feel respected.

"Yes, thank you guys."

"you are welcome."

After Zhou Bingkun left, several customers communicated with each other.

"As far as Manager Zhou is concerned, Jishantang will not be bad in the future, and we must come here often in the future."

"That is required!"

(End of this chapter)