"It's time to find someone to help." Chen Nian thought. There are only two dishes now. If there are more dishes in the future, he will definitely be too busy.

Although the store is only so big, but everyone orders so many dishes, it is inevitable that I can’t just cook the same dish.

Moreover, when the time comes and there are still white cases to sell noodles, I will be even more busy.

But at least it's okay for now.

Moreover, Chen Nian has not made any money yet, so he cannot afford to hire a cook, and there are no suitable candidates.

If you don't have good skills, not only will you not be able to help yourself in the kitchen, you will even make trouble.

But if other people's skills are passable, they will look down on my own small shop.

"Forget it, let's just make do with it these days. If you feel tired, just get tired first." Chen Nian thought.

But she never thought about asking her mother to help her in the kitchen.

Although serving food and collecting bills are usually very tiring, this kind of tiring is different.

There are fumes, scorching fire, and high temperatures in the kitchen, and washing vegetables and dishes requires being wet for a long time, and your hands will definitely get soaked by then.

The little princess has been raised by Old Chen all her life. Now even if she is Chen Nian's mother, Chen Nian has to raise her as an old princess.

While Chen Nian was taking a rest, suddenly, the old man whom Chen Nian had paid special attention to before returned to the store.

"Uncle, we have already taken a break at noon. If we want to eat, we have to wait until evening." Chen Nian said.

"uncle……"

Wu Qiufang was stunned for a moment, because he had never been called that before.

In school, I was called teacher, sir, but outside I was at least an old man, grandpa... I was actually called uncle today.

Then Wu Qiufang shook his head, remembering that he had something important to do this time, so he said: "I'm not here to eat. I've been waiting under the shade across the way since I finished eating... Actually, I just wanted to

I wonder if I can ask you a question?"

Wu Qiufang was not aggressive because of his age. Instead, he was very polite when talking to Chen Nian.

Chen Nian didn't know the other party at all, but he didn't refuse immediately: "Sir, what do you want to ask?"

"Who did you learn this skill from?" Wu Qiufang asked, but then quickly added: "If this involves your personal privacy, it doesn't matter if you don't answer. I just ate it from this tofu at noon.

I felt some familiar feelings from an old friend, but that old friend has been dead for forty-six years, and I tasted this taste again today, so..."

Forty-six years.

Chen Nian made a rough estimate in his mind.

Isn’t that 1974?

I remember this year very clearly!

The Terracotta Warriors and Horses from the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum were discovered.

Nixon was forced to resign due to the Watergate scandal.

The Sanmenxia Dam was completed in this year.

Master Xue Xiangshun passed away in this year.

Familiar taste. Has this guy ever eaten Master Xue’s Mapo Tofu in this world’s timeline?

Faced with this problem, Chen Nian couldn't be sure that he was a time traveler. Every once in a while, in the dead of night, he would go to his dreams and learn how to cook from famous chefs.

If it had been said ten years ago, this kind of statement might have attracted the attention of the country.

Then let Approaching Science do a few special reports on itself.

Can be put to now.

People will only wonder if they have read too many novels and become obsessed with them.

Therefore, Chen Nian can only say this: "I just put myself into the cooking process of those famous people, and then try it again and again."

"Yes, my son closes the restaurant at ten o'clock every day, but every time after closing, he has to stay in the restaurant to practice for a long time." Feng Honghong said at this time, giving a great assist.

But in fact, what she said was the truth.

No one understands better than her how hard her son can work.

If staying up too late wouldn't hurt your body and cause more harm than good, Chen Nian would probably be able to practice alone in the kitchen until two or three o'clock.

The current work and rest schedule is also the result of Chen Nian maximizing his benefits based on his own physical condition.

"Research by yourself..." Wu Qiufang didn't know what to say.

Or you are just telling lies over the years.

Or maybe Chen Nian is a genius.

While bringing the identity of a famous teacher into your mind, while practicing based on associations, isn't this the fight between left and right in martial arts novels?

At least to Wu Qiufang's ears, this was a bit ridiculous.

But beyond that he didn't know what to do.

The practices of Chen Mapo's descendants have changed somewhat, but Chen Nian is still almost the same as Master Xue.

But Chen Nian didn't know what Wu Qiufang was thinking.

After all, I have just emerged from the world of Mapo Tofu for a month, and the current successor of Mapo Tofu has been more than 40 years since Master Xue passed away.

It's clear who is closer.

Later, Wu Qiufang left after getting the answer.

Chen Nian also felt that the other party might have noticed something, but it was not an important matter. No one should have noticed the existence of the recipe yet.

While reminiscing, Chen Nian looked at the recipe in his mind. The progress of Shaoshuai Braised Pork was [648/3000]

There are still more than two thousand copies left.

But now only four or five days have passed.

Wu Qiufang seemed to be just a small episode that happened in "Red Red Hotel". After that, Wu Qiufang came several times.

But neither An Hongdou nor Miao Miaowu came.

Although Chen Nian listens to An Hongdou's songs every day, and often watches the new videos of Magical Witch, and contributes his own [recommended votes, monthly votes, and collections] with one click and three, but most of the time, Chen Nian still

All spent on conquering that group.

At the same time, according to the hardness and flexibility of the dough every day, constantly adjust your strength and the ratio of water to flour.

At the same time, the daily flour is used as lunch and dinner.

Feng Honghong no longer even eats in restaurants every day. She orders takeout at noon and makes porridge when she goes home at night.

This is also a helpless move.

Seeing her son doing this, she probably knew that he was about to make noodles.

However, between the red case and the white case...

It can be said that every other line is like a mountain.

It's like starting from scratch.

My son now has trouble even seeing each other every day.

How long does it take to practice?

And now that I have finally made money on braised pork, it stands to reason that I should learn a few more dishes that are more profitable and have a higher customer order rate.

But she also knew that her son was as stubborn as a donkey, and he had to find a way to accomplish whatever he decided to do.

In fact, from the bottom of her heart, she also wanted Chen Nian to learn Bai An as soon as possible.

After all, she really doesn’t want to eat noodles!

…

Human nature is to follow the trend.

Although many people claim to be doing the opposite, is this not just following the trend in the opposite direction?

Zhao Li really wanted everyone to follow suit.

Because, in that case, the guests should come to eat at my place.

Zhao Li, the owner of Lao Zhao Restaurant, is also a chef. Due to his mediocre skills, the taste has never been good, so there are not many customers.

Ever since Honghong Hotel became popular again, his hotel business has become even more bleak.
Chapter completed!