The eastern section of the pedestrian street, Guangning Road, which belongs to the outer part of the real estate of the eastern section of the pedestrian street, although the road section is narrow, because it is close to the direction of the pedestrian street, all kinds of small shops on both sides are also extreme.

This kind of small shop, because it belongs to the bottom merchant of the regular building, is obviously much larger than the small shop where Wang Ming is located in terms of area, Wang Ming walked all the way and stopped at the door of a restaurant called the steamed bun shop in the old city.

Generally, the regular catering business hours are from half past ten in the morning to about half past two at noon, and there will be a two-hour break in the middle, and small restaurants such as the steamed bun shop in front of him basically save the rest time, and therefore, after Wang Ming entered, he looked at the big sign posted on the wall in front of him, which had more than a dozen kinds of stuffing bun prices and porridge soup, in addition, it was also equipped with some simple cold dishes.

Looking at the cold dishes on the menu, Wang Ming smiled, and immediately smiled at the master who heard the news on the side, ordered a three-fresh bun and a vegetarian bun, as well as two porridges, and sat silently and waited.

In less than a minute, the things Wang Ming ordered were prepared, and while walking out of the door with a bun, Wang Ming also sighed at this efficient way of doing business.

Walking to the door of the small shop, Wang Ming put the buns and porridge on the small table in front of the door, and immediately entered the house, looking at the Meka who was cleaning up the ground, and smiled helplessly. 【x.】

"Okay, the buns and porridge I bought, you go eat first, and I'll make a side dish."

Wang Ming's voice fell, Meka stood up, cleaned up all the garbage on the ground, nodded with a smile, and then walked outside the shop.

Wang Ming thought for a moment, took out ham, cucumber, vermicelli and bean skin from the refrigerator, and with the sound of the knife in his hand, not long after, the cucumber shreds and ham and bean skin shreds with the thickness of matchsticks appeared in the small basin on the side, and the vermicelli was salvaged out and scalded with hot water.

Quickly came to the operation room, added a little salt, monosodium glutamate, vinegar, light soy sauce, and a little sesame oil, stirred it evenly, poured it into the plate on the side, sighed for a while, and the special chili sauce was dug out by him, put it aside, and walked out.

Putting the cold dish in his hand on the table, Wang Ming sat opposite Meka with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's eat, the one with the red dot is three fresh, and the other one is vegetarian filling."

Taking out the bun from the bag, Wang Ming identified it, said to Meka again, and then took out a three-fresh bag and took a bite, and when he chewed, he nodded secretly, but his brows wrinkled slightly.

"The taste of these three fresh buns is okay, but the method of preparing the filling is wrong, the filling is slightly dry, and the meat filling is not strong in the pounding, which affects some of the taste, but on the whole, it is okay."

Swallowing the food in his mouth, Wang Ming said to himself, and his judging appearance made Meka smile as well.

"Don't say it, you're really a chef's material, and you can tell so many truths when you eat."

Meka covered her mouth and smiled, immediately tasted the vegetarian bag in her hand, and when she nodded, she smiled at Wang Ming, and when Meka's voice fell, Wang Ming showed an expression of occupational disease, and immediately shrugged his shoulders.

"I just went to buy it, it seems that the conditions of the house are not bad, and the profit of the pasta is very objective, and it can generally nearly triple the price of raw materials, and this kind of thing is a bun, in addition to the trouble of making zuò in the early stage, in terms of the speed of sales, because it is steamed in advance, so the sales are also very fast, and it undoubtedly saves a lot of time for waiting for the seats."

Wang Mingpin's head was full of words, and what he said was the appearance of the Tao, which made Meka laugh, nodding from time to time, looking at the young man in front of him, although the latter was young, but his business mind was not bad.

"Can Sister Meka eat chili?"

Wang Ming thought in his heart, immediately raised his head, looked at Mecca, and when he asked, Meka also nodded.

"Try the chili sauce I made zuò."

Seeing Meka nodding, Wang Ming stirred the chili peppers next to the cold dishes, and after a while, the originally crisp and refreshing cold dishes were mixed with a layer of finely chopped chili sauce on the outside.

Mekka carefully picked up a bite and put it in her mouth, a rich spicy aroma, accompanied by the freshness of vegetables and the glutinous aroma of ham, made her eyes light up, and she nodded immediately.

"It's delicious."

Seeing Meka nodding, a smile flashed across Wang Ming's face, and after swallowing all the buns in his hand, he smoothed it out with porridge.

"This kind of chili sauce, using the northwest line pepper dried and pressed into chili flakes, with fragrant sesame seeds, pork belly and carrots, garlic table, are cut into small pieces, fried, when done, must be the pork belly in the oil fully squeezed out, and carrots and garlic moss should be put into the fry together, in order to taste, don't be afraid that the oil in the pot will come out more, chili flakes are originally absorbing oil, and this kind of thing, after encountering hot oil, the more fried the more fragrant, equipped with fragrant sesame seeds, the taste, very good."

Wang Ming opened his mouth to speak, and while picking up the cold vegetables and putting them in his mouth, he took the bun in his hand, with a trace of satisfaction on his face, and Meka on the side nodded and recorded it silently.

"Next time I make chili sauce, I'll teach you."

Wang Ming's voice fell, not long after, the two of them had eaten, Wang Ming briefly explained, then went to the nearby market, in the afternoon, the price of dishes in the market will also decline, at this time to buy the required raw materials, undoubtedly can save some.

After Wang Ming left, Meka simply cleaned up, entered the shop, and started the busy afternoon.

The flow of people at night is undoubtedly less than at noon, but despite this, when Wang Ming came back, there were still more than a dozen people queuing up in front of the door to buy, obviously on the one hand, the long queue of the burrito king next door was too many, and on the other hand, the fragrance of the fried skewers here and the sauce specially prepared by themselves were also recognized by the diners.

"In some time, there will be more and more customers, so I'm looking forward to it."

Retracting his gaze, Wang Ming entered the shop, looked at Mecca who was busy there, put down the ingredients in his hand, and slowly walked over.

Meka's movements are very smooth, and she is very steady, without the slightest panic, skillfully getting into the pot, fishing, brushing the sauce, flatbread clips, rolling up, and packing.

The whole process was steady with a sense of neatness, so that after Wang Ming nodded, he entered the small operation room and began to process the ingredients in his hands.