Chapter 687： Huajia Dumplings

California was very developed both economically and agriculturally at this time and had a large population.

Especially in the city where Hua Zhao is now, there are good universities and the economy is more prosperous.

The commercial street outside the school is not the economic center of the city, but it is not small in scale. There are all kinds of supermarkets, shopping malls, and restaurants.

Hua Zhao even saw 2 Chinese restaurants.

There were many early immigrants from abroad at this time, dating back to the last century.

Ye Shu was very excited when he saw the familiar Chinese characters, even the traditional ones.

"There are Chinese restaurants here?" She expressed surprise.

"Let's try it?" She regretted it after saying that, they didn't have much money...

"Let's go and have a taste." Hua Zhao pulled her in.

The restaurant is not big, there are only 10 small square tables, and now it is meal time, and they are all full.

The boss is a middle-aged husband and wife, and the person running the hall is also a yellow-skinned brother. I don't know if it is a relative or an employee.

Hua Zhao simply swiped and went to see the dishes.

Fried rice mixed with salad dressing, tomato sauce, fried noodles, chicken nuggets with thickened soup, and a few other things that she couldn't describe, they were nondescript.

Ye Shu looked at the corners of her mouth and trembled, and when she smelled the faint sour and creamy smell in the air, she couldn't move a little and wanted to turn around.

However, Hua Zhao had already learned from it, and asked the boss about the signature dishes with a smile, and ordered two different dishes.

Ye Shuqiang endured the meal.

"Is it delicious?" Hua Zhao asked after leaving the restaurant.

"It's not delicious," Ye Shu said with a grin.

People who are used to eating authentic Chinese food, people who are used to eating Hua Zhao's craftsmanship, let her eat this again, and she will be fine if she doesn't vomit.

"But it's actually not bad, it's just that you're not used to it." Hua Zhao commented on it.

Otherwise, there would not be so many people in the store. Of course, almost all of them are foreigners. It is estimated that few serious Chinese people like to eat.

The two went to another restaurant, this one sells stir-fried vegetables.

When the food was served, it looked like that, but it tasted different and tasted a bit nondescript.

And this store has few customers, only half of the 10 tables are seated.

Ye Shu suddenly lost confidence: "We want to open a store, do we also open this kind of store? I can't do it! You can?"

"No." Hua Zhao shook his head honestly.

She can get a lot of things, but not this one.

"What about that? Cook authentic Chinese food? Is that okay?" Ye Shu asked.

Just now she couldn't help chatting with the boss, and knowing that he had just come to California for 10 years, she asked him why he made this flavor.

She couldn't believe the boss, who was in his 40s, didn't eat serious Chinese food.

As a result, the boss told her that he was also helpless. At first, he wanted to open an authentic Chinese restaurant, but the local people did not approve it. Only if he added sugar and ketchup to death, the business would be good.

Hearing that, Ye Shu began to doubt his life.

"Try it, others can't do it, it doesn't mean we can't." Hua Zhao said.

Hua Zhao firmly believes that real food knows no borders and will be recognized by everyone.

And she is the best at cooking!

"Okay." Looking at Hua Zhao's confident face, and thinking about her craftsmanship, Ye Shu is also confident.

The two walked around the main street and saw a grocery store being sold.

The location is not very good, at the end of the street, the shop is not very big, dozens of square meters, if you open a restaurant, throw it into the kitchen, and you can put 5 tables in the room.

Ye Shu was a little out of touch.

Just 5 tables is too late to make money!

Hua Zhao, however, settled the rent with the boss in his 50s in a few words.

Ye Shu couldn't understand English, but she saw that Hua Zhao had just written a contract that she couldn't understand, and then paid the boss.

Ye Shu stayed where he was, dumbfounded.

"what's the situation?"

Ye Shu didn't react until the boss happily moved things into the car.

"He has been running a grocery store here for 30 years, but not long ago there was a big supermarket next door, and his business was not good, so he planned to go on a trip to relax." Hua Zhao said: "And this house is his private property, he can handle it."

"I didn't ask you this! I mean, why do we want to rent here? Is it suitable to open a restaurant because it's so small?" Ye Shu said speechlessly.

Hua Zhao smiled mysteriously: "Of course it fits."

Ye Shu looked at her expression and suddenly stopped speaking.

The boss acted very quickly, and emptied the shop that day, and also agreed to Hua Zhao's request to help her run the restaurant procedures.

It is easy to do things when there are local snakes. After a few days, the procedures will be completed.

Of course, this is because Hua Zhao also sent enough hard work.

At this time, the shop has been simply decorated, cleaned, cleaned up, and bought kitchen utensils, tableware and a few pieces of furniture.

Plus a variety of ingredients.

In the end, Hua Zhao only had a few hundred yuan in cash left.

Ye Shu was about to cry.

"If this doesn't make money, we can pack up and go home, 10,000 US dollars for a 10-day tour of country M?"

Especially when she turned around and saw that the "huge" shop with dozens of square meters was actually a kitchen, and there was no table at all.

Dazed and helpless.

Is this a hotel?

Hua Zhao laughed loudly: "Hurry up. Live, you don't have time to cry."

She doesn't plan to dine in, she bought enough lunch boxes and only accepts takeout.

Dine-in will limit her development.

But there is almost no such pattern at this time. Anyway, Ye Shu has never seen or heard it, and has no confidence.

She sighed, moved her hands together, and started chopping the stuffing resignedly.

The kitchen knife waved an afterimage in her hand.

The same goes for Liu Ming and Zhou Bing next to them. The three of them are in charge of chopping the stuffing, while Hua Zhao is in charge of kneading the dough, and then everyone wraps it together.

The two aunties watched the children in the separately decorated area next to them, and occasionally came over to help.

They want to sell dumplings.

It is the authentic Chinese dumplings.

But there are three kinds of methods, dumplings, steamed dumplings, fried dumplings.

Plus Hua Zhao's braised pork. This time it's not braised internal organs, this time it's pure meat.

The internal organs are too challenging for the nerves of the locals.

And she also doesn't plan to sell braised pork, the price of meat is too transparent to make money...

She only makes one pot a day and intends to use its fragrance to lure customers over.

Dumpling fragrance is also afraid of deep alleys. The location at the end of the street needs a strong fragrance to attract people.

And dumplings can't do this, they can only rely on braised pork.

To this end, Hua Zhao made a "blood capital", and all kinds of seasonings were optimized and optimized.

So when the pot was opened, everyone was intoxicated.

The people around were immediately attracted.

As far as the fragrance drifts, there are as many people as possible.

The braised pork was cut into small pieces and packed in a lunch box, with soup and meat for 2 taels. It was sold at almost cost price, 40 cents, which was very cheap.

The braised pork and dumplings go together. If you want to buy braised pork, you must buy a box of dumplings.

1 lunch box of 10 dumplings, 1 US dollar, not cheap or expensive.

So anyone who comes here is willing to try it.

As a result, the taste fell into the pit.

"Huajia Dumplings" just opened up "hot" in the absence of firecrackers and flowers.

The 6 people were busy from morning to night, and the braised pork was sold out quickly, but the business of dumplings was still booming.

When you get close, you can also smell the fragrance of dumplings, which makes people want to stop.

Dinner time is not over, it is not dark, the prepared ingredients are sold out.

Amidst everyone's regrets and inquiries, Hua Zhao resolutely closed the shop door.

It is said that the night here is not peaceful, and it is easy not to go out.

Several people went home in a hurry, although everyone could not lift their arms, but everyone still had the last bit of strength to count the money.