Chapter 475

The Baijing restaurant in Mingyue community is on fire!

It's the owner's irritating rules that catch fire with the restaurant.

It can be opened or not according to the mood during the day.

It's open until nine o'clock at most in the evening, and then you don't make money!

And only cash!

In this era of developed online payment, this is simply anti human.

I don't know how many people criticize this, but Sulu is a salted fish.

After earning enough rent and living expenses, he almost wanted to close the door, but he didn't know when the spiritual tide would recover, so he barely opened it to make a living.

As for business hours? He has something to do during the day. Except at night, everything else depends on his mood.

However, his craft is really good.

The key is the craftsmanship of five-star chefs, which is only twice as expensive as ordinary restaurants. Coupled with the awkward rules, they somehow hype the personality of famous chefs. The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, but also attracts a group of loyal regular customers.

Another night.

Sulu opened the rolling shutter door and began business.

Because of his "inhumanity", he lost a lot of ordinary guests, but he didn't care. Instead, he was too busy to take care of so many guests. What should he do with so many guests?

It's already seven in the evening.

According to his rules, it's not the practice of a businessman to open for two hours today.

But when Sulu stood behind the cupboard, the guests in twos and threes had entered the store and consciously touched out the cash.

"Boss!"

Li Weiwei just came back from work and saw the store open. His eyes lit up and came in.

She was completely conquered by the dishes here.

What's more, living near home has many advantages over other gourmets. You can often eat delicious food. Is it a little happiness worth looking forward to in this tired city?

"Welcome, what would you like?"

Sulu put on a professional smile.

"I want a portion of Wensi tofu and a bowl of rice!" Li was slightly embarrassed and said, "I've lost weight recently..."

In fact, the dishes in the restaurant are too expensive. She can't afford it as a wage earner.

"OK."

Sulu took the money and went straight to work.

Although the ingredients of this dish are ordinary, it is a great test of knife work. A piece of tofu peels off the old skin, cuts hundreds of knives horizontally, nearly 200 knives vertically, cuts into thousands of tofu shreds, and then puts them into the adjusted clear soup. It is as thin as hair, not sticky, and looks like a work of art.

And here in Sulu, he uses a knife faster.

Holding a piece of tofu, I saw the flicker of the knife. After a few minutes, I put it into a transparent glass cup.

A bean curd flower blooms slowly.

"Wow!"

Li looked so bright that he couldn't wait to scoop it into the mouth. He only felt that it was smooth and soft, fresh and sharp. The slightest bit of tofu seemed to melt in his mouth. The fragrant taste lingered on his teeth and cheeks. Unconsciously, it entered his throat and poured into his stomach, which was extremely smooth.

She carefully scooped another mouthful and narrowed her eyes happily: "delicious..."

I can't think of any praise.

……

"Ha ha... Boss Bai's craft is really unspeakable..."

Next to a woman in a suit and a very successful lady's temperament, she looked at the Wensi tofu on Li Weiwei's table and said with a smile: "please give me one too, and another squirrel mandarin fish..."

There are people sitting on the dining table in the shop in twos and threes. Maybe they are bosses, students, taxi drivers and typists during the day... But at this moment, they have only one unified identity, that is, diners! Diners looking forward to the enjoyment of taste buds.

"OK, please wait..."

Sulu said hello and was busy cooking again.

This woman should be a successful person. Her name is "red sister". After eating here once, she will drive a BMW even if it's windy and rainy. She also likes to talk to him. She's speechless. He doesn't sell himself.

Although secretly feigned, he moved quickly.

After the mandarin fish was cut into chrysanthemums, it was then fried in the oil pan. The fragrant smell surged in, which made the guests in the store deeply suck their noses.

After the explosion, the head of mandarin fish is open, the tail is slightly tilted, like a squirrel, and then poured with sauce. It is fragrant and mouth watering.

After the dishes were served, sister Hong rolled her Adam's apple and couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks. She didn't care to talk to Sulu at all.

……

Sulu wiped his sweat, put the last 'pagoda meat' on the table and looked at the time.

Well, it's half past eight.

Immediately put up the sign of no ordering and prepare to go away when the people in this store finish eating.

It closes at nine, just in time.

Because of this, his shop specifically noted that it did not supply drinks and was forbidden to bring them.

People with clear eyes know that once they drink wine at any dinner, it will take a long time to go, and they are particularly prone to drunkenness. Catering people are most afraid of meeting such guests.

Fortunately, the guests who have not been driven away have been used to the strange rules of the shopkeeper. When they see it, they just roll their eyes and let him go.

Time unknowingly came to nine o'clock.

"Boss Bai, little brother Bai..."

Sister Hong got up gracefully: "are you interested in becoming a chef in a restaurant? Your skills are really wasted here!"

In this era, real talents are not afraid of unemployment when they go there.

In fact, this red sister is not the first to dig corners, nor will she be the last.

"Thank you, but I don't want to."

Sulu politely declined, which made Li, who stood up and eavesdropped, slightly relieved.

If boss Bai moves away and goes to the big restaurant, she can't afford it. Besides, it's too far away.

Well, the latter factor is more critical than the previous one.

"All right."

Sister Hong left with regret, as did other guests.

There was only one table on which there were people, with all the dishes in front of them.

"Guest, our shop is closing."

Sulu went to catch up.

"Bai Jing, I know you."

The young man stared at Sulu: "not here, but in various training halls... Now there is a rumor of lengtouqing kicking in our circle."

"So you are the boss of fighting!"

Sulu smiled. "I'm just going to try... And I'm beaten out almost every time."

"No, I think you're smart, but you don't understand what you mean."

The young man frowned: "if you're trying to find a Taoist school with 'real Kung Fu', why do you suddenly stop and disappear? If you're looking for revenge, you won't have a grudge with every coach in the training ground... Or..."

He smiled at Sulu. "Are you a natural masochist?"

'you're a masochist? Your whole family is masochistic! "

Sulu rolled his eyes. "It seems to be my freedom."

"I mean no harm. Here is my business card."

The young man stood up and handed Sulu a business card: "I'll come again. I just want to make friends with you. By the way, the food here is really delicious."