The alarm clock on the mobile phone at five o'clock was called every five minutes, and after calling five times, Mu Fan opened his hazy sleepy eyes. After rubbing his head and getting up, washing his face with cold water, and smoking a refreshing cigarette, Mu Fan was sober. Mu Fan, who originally planned to close the door for a day and sleep until he woke up naturally, received a new task released by the system: to officially open for business, with a single-day turnover of 1,000 yuan. Quest Reward: Open the System Shop.

"System, system, since you came, I haven't slept a good night." Mu Fan took a cigarette in his mouth and complained as he walked downstairs to the kitchen. He had slept for less than four hours tonight, and his eyes were glazed.

"If you want to succeed, you can't do it without putting in the effort." The system cheered up: "In order to realize the ideals and values of life, go and work hard, don't forget, you are a man who wants to become a chef." ”

"It's light, you're not sleepy anyway." Mu Fan muttered, turned on the kitchen light, first put away the pots and pans that were not used for the time being, then pulled out a large bag of flour and began to get busy.

With the taste of steamed buns, it is not too difficult to reach a turnover of 1,000 yuan. The price of a steamed bun in Xudu is fifteen gold, which is equivalent to fifteen yuan. The preliminary price in Mu Fan's heart was ten yuan each. At first glance, the price is high, but anyone who has tasted the taste of steamed buns will feel that the money is well spent. Therefore, the issue of sales volume is not within Mu Fan's consideration at all.

"If you are ten yuan a piece, as long as you sell 100 steamed buns, the turnover can reach 1,000 yuan." Mu Fan estimated in his heart that there were fifty steamed buns in one cage, and only two large cages could be made.

After taking a deep breath, Mu Fan cheered up and began to make steamed buns. Although this is the first time he has been in the human world, his skills are very skilled, without the slightest mud and water, as if he has practiced thousands of times, and the speed is amazing.

The benefits of improving physical fitness were fully displayed, and Mu Fan kneaded two large doughs in one breath before stopping. Place the dough in a thick porcelain basin, cover with gauze and a lid, and sit in warm water to rise. According to Mu Fan's inference, at this temperature, it will take at least four hours for the dough to ferment successfully.

At this time, it was already half past six, and the sound of various shops opening doors was already heard outside the door. That is to say, the dough is fermented at half past ten, and the steamed buns can be baked at eleven o'clock at the earliest.

No matter how you count it, you can't make it to breakfast time. Fortunately, there are not many people who eat steamed buns in the morning, and the majority of the business is at noon and evening.

Mu Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, set the alarm clock, and went back to the bedroom on the second floor to make up for a sleep. Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, Mu Fan began to snore. This night, Mu Fan slept extremely sweetly, feeling that he had just closed his eyes and fell asleep, and within a minute, the alarm clock of his mobile phone went off.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already shining through the window. Mu Fan yawned, got up slowly, stretched a big waist, and walked to the kitchen.

Pour out two large pieces of dough and cut them with a knife dipped in water. The inside of the dough is a hole of uniform size for millet grains, and it is just right to ferment. Mu Fan sprinkled some dry flour again, continued to knead the dough with a special technique, and began to shape it after kneading. Extremely fast kneading and kneading, it didn't take long for the two large pieces of dough to turn into 100 raw steamed buns of the same size.

Mu Fan put the steamer down, poured in enough cold water, and sat on the big steamer. Then put the steamed buns on the table, light the fire and steam. Compared with the stove in Xudu, the heat of the gas stove is undoubtedly easier to control.

Mu Fan, who didn't need to take dry firewood to increase or decrease the heat, moved a high pedal and sat next to the steamer, lit a cigarette with the blue-purple flame of the gas stove, and smoked it beautifully, while adjusting the valve according to the temperature above the steamer, very leisurely.

As Mu Fan estimated, as soon as eleven o'clock arrived, the upper and lower layers of steamed buns were steamed. At this time, the restaurant was full of the unique aroma of steamed buns, which made Mu Fan, who had not eaten breakfast, move his appetite.

Regardless of going to open the door, Mu Fan first moved the steamer off the stove, and then lifted the cage lid step by step, and when the steam just came out, he used the big cloth towel that had been prepared to cover all the steamed buns. After waiting for about five minutes, Mu Fan lifted the cloth towel, swallowed his saliva, picked up a steamed bun, and kept pouring his left and right hands.

After blowing a few breaths, Mu Fan opened his mouth and took a bite, inhaling the cool air and chewing happily. But as Mu Fan chewed, his expression became more and more ugly, and after swallowing the steamed bun in his stomach, Mu Fan looked at the steamed bun in his hand and even thought of crying.

Although this steamed bun is delicious, the taste of the steamed bun is completely the same as that of the syrup, which is a whole grade off. Mu Fan frowned and stared at the steamed bun in his hand, constantly recalling the steps of steaming the steamed bun. After thinking back and forth twice, Mu Fan didn't find what he had done wrong. He can be sure that every detail is correct.

"Damn, I'm so stupid!" Mu Fan raised his hand and patted his forehead, although his steamed bun was not picky in terms of craftsmanship, but in terms of ingredients and kitchen utensils, it was too different from the steamed bun in Xudu.

I remember that Jiao Xiang once said that the flour used in his steamed bread is the best of the best, and even the steamer is made of special bamboo, and the cost of each steamed bread accounts for about 14 gold. The steamed buns used are just the most ordinary flour, and the quality of the steamer is far behind. The steamed buns made are naturally a lot worse in terms of taste and texture.

"It seems that if I want to make the same steamed bun, I have to go to Shang Qingfang to buy ingredients and steamers." Mu Fan thought in his heart, but the teleportation map could not be used until after twelve o'clock tonight, and the current task was only one day, so it would definitely be too late.

However, Mu Fan is not particularly worried, although his steamed buns are not as good as those made in Yudu, but the taste is several grades higher than ordinary steamed buns. Sales are not a problem, but the price needs to be readjusted.

Ten yuan a piece is definitely not worth it, but a five yuan should still be okay. After all, no one has ever eaten the steamed bread in Xudu, so the quality of the steamed bread in Mu Fan's hand is top-notch enough in the eyes of others.

Thinking of this, Mu Fan stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, walked to the front of the store, opened the door and started business. It's almost lunch time, and most of the people in the grocery street have already started making lunch. Mu Fan bit the steamed bun and took out the small blackboard he bought yesterday. After thinking about it, I wrote a line of big words on the blackboard, 'Featured super delicious steamed buns, five yuan each, the number is limited, and it can be purchased for a limited time, while stocks last.' ’

After writing, he hung the blackboard in the most conspicuous place outside the store, and then walked back to the restaurant in small steps, waiting for business to come to the door.