Han Cui and Ah Fu were already hungry with their chests against their backs, and they took a plate of fried noodles and devoured them.

Not to mention the oily layer of food in the mouth, and the burps kept stopping.

Lin Xiang simply ate a few bites here, and then packed up the plate and prepared to prepare the dishes, ready to open the store in the morning.

The flow of customers is okay today, although it was not crowded in the morning, but it did not stop to let people rest for a while.

In the afternoon, Lin Xiang was about to finish the work at hand.

This hand was free, and Lin Xiang freed up his hand to pickle the pickles.

Han Cui and Ah Fu packed up their things here, and then followed Lin Xiang to put cabbage, radish and other things into the crockpot in the cold water.

"The gauze will be sealed later." If the wind blows or something, the sourness in the jar will not ferment.

After Lin Xiang gave instructions here, Ah Fu and Hancui remembered that every time they finished filling a jar, they had to carefully check whether it was tightly sealed.

After working for nearly an hour, Lin Xiang, Ah Fu, and Han Cui were almost busy with things, so there were not many guests in the afternoon, and occasionally a few scattered guests asked for food, and Lin Xiang could handle it alone.

In the evening, business is booming again.

The men who got off work came to the restaurant in groups, and Feng Ming was collecting the accounts outside.

The kimchi that has been prepared here is placed in the small courtyard outside the kitchen, neatly lined up next to each other, and it is very pleasant to look at.

As soon as Feng Mingeven entered the kitchen, he also squinted his eyes twice when he saw it, as if he saw the silver beckoning to him, and his joy increased for a while.

At this time, the restaurant has a completely different appearance than a month ago, and if you look at the people who come to eat in the evening, you will never think that this place is about to close down more than a month ago.

Lin Xiang wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and waited until ten o'clock in the evening to finish his work.

Stir-fried a few dishes, vinegared cabbage shreds, chili oil shredded pork, vinegar pepper yellow croaker, yam pig's trotter soup......

Feng Ming's face was flushed while eating, and he was drinking with a little wine in his mouth, and his face was red when he drank.

Ah Fu Hancui got up to clean up the table and chopsticks, but Feng Ming drank a little too much, and pulled to prevent the two from leaving.

On the rise, Ah Fu reluctantly talked to Feng Ming, and asked this Hancui to take the things to the kitchen-

After everything was almost cleaned up, at the end, Lin Xiang walked to the side of the kimchi and checked the crockpot with a lot of smoke, took a closer look, and closed the store and left with peace of mind after seeing that it was tightly sealed.

……

The location of Feng Ming's restaurant is not very good, but fortunately, it is surrounded by small courtyards where ordinary people live.

Some men who have not yet started a family often go to the restaurant to sit when they come back from work.

Feng Ming's dream restaurant is to become a restaurant like a restaurant, not just to sell some food.

For example, after business gradually improved in the past few days, Feng Ming sent Ah Fu to buy some wine recipes, so he started to make wine.

Winemaking is a craft, although the cost is higher, but who doesn't like to drink? Even if Feng Ming said it himself, he loves to drink very much, but if this matter is put on hold, he will definitely be reluctant to make a move, not only to buy not to say, but also to buy materials, plus ingredients to make wine, it is one thing to succeed or not, let alone sell it or not.

But now it's different.

Feng Ming helped Lin Xiang in the restaurant, and after the business gradually improved, he had two spare money in hand, and his originally thin figure gradually plumped up during this period, and when he looked closely, the flesh on his face was so thick than in the previous two months.

Feng Ming is hungry for wine, and it costs a lot of money to buy wine outside, even if he can't make wine this time, he has small profits and quick turnover, and there is no problem with his own stomach. I saved a fortune to go out for a drink.

Thinking like this, Ah Fu took back the wine recipe, and Feng Ming took the wine recipe and pondered it carefully.

Half a month has passed, and Feng Ming's materials are ready.

But it was still a little soft when I started, and I couldn't help but ask Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang was speechless: "I don't know either." "She's a cook, but she knows a lot of the uses of wine, and if she really wants to make wine, wouldn't it be whimsical?

Feng Ming left with a distressed expression.

In the end, after hesitating for two or three days, I decided to kill a handful of grain by myself.

When Lin Xiang's pickles were about the same, Feng Ming's side had just brewed the wine.

There were more than a dozen clay pots, and when Lin Xiang opened them in the yard, Ah Fu and Han Cui really couldn't bear the sour smell, and they all covered their noses and coughed.

Lin Xiang took a sea bowl, unsealed one of the jars, and fished out most of it with chopsticks.

Hancui stared at the slightly yellowed vegetables, stained with a lot of white and sticky fermented things, almost vomited out without disgust, if she was told to eat that thing now, she would definitely not be able to eat it.

Lin Xiang was calm when he saw a lot.

walked to the kitchen alone with the two of them, picked up a lot of water, and quickly rinsed the kimchi.

Quickly pick up the knife, and the "Boom Boom" is cut.

A neat row of shredded vegetables landed on the board in an orderly manner.

Lin Xiang put it on a plate, sprinkled in a little sesame oil and sesame seeds, and stirred well.

"You taste it." Lin Xiang instructed Han Cui.

At this moment, the whitewashed kimchi exudes a seductive sourness, accompanied by the white sesame particles, Hancui's cheeks are sour, and saliva is quickly secreted.

Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth.

Lin Xiang suddenly saw Han Cui's expression a little frowning.

Acid!

Lin Xiang smiled, "Drink some water." Then he took a bowl for Hancui from the side and poured a bowl of water.

There was a sour taste in Hancui's mouth, and he didn't feel very comfortable at first, but after a while, the saliva flooded again, and he clicked his mouth and moved his tongue, pursing his lips to taste the sour aftertaste and crispness, and suddenly felt unfinished.

took a sip of water, and then couldn't help but reach out for his chopsticks to pick up a ball of kimchi and stuff it into his mouth.

Lin Xiang smiled, turned around, and said, "Eat less, eat more and be thirsty later." ”

At the end, Ah Fu came over and handed Lin Xiang the kimchi that was sandwiched out of each crockpot to taste the taste.

After Lin Xiang rinsed it off, he then pinched the filaments with his fingers, put them in his mouth and tasted them carefully.

Ah Fu was a little nervous, because some of the pickles were made by him, but he just prepared them according to the method Lin Xiang said, but he didn't know what the taste was.

Half a day.

"It's done!" After a short silence, Lin Xiang pursed his lips and smiled.

Ah Fu relieved his heart and exhaled slightly.

(I forgot to say it the day before yesterday, happy holiday~~Mo Da~)