Chapter 110: Gourmet Beauty
"Mom, there's a guest! My classmate Rob, who is the son of Uncle Luo at the duck farm next door! As soon as Xu Xin entered the door, he shouted at a middle-aged woman who was sitting bored in the house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
This woman is Xu Xin's mother, and she and Rob's parents are old acquaintances, so they hurriedly greeted her. Before she could speak, she spotted the duck Rob was holding in his hand.
She hurriedly asked in surprise: "Sister-in-law Luo, is this the variety you reintroduced?" ā
She couldn't help but not care, she's been breaking her heart about the ingredients lately. After the Chinese New Year, the suppliers she had cooperated with in the past were no longer supplied, and the ingredients that were easy to buy on the market could not meet her requirements, and the business was about to turn yellow. Unexpectedly, Luo Bu's duck farm opened today, so she asked her daughter to take a look with a glimmer of hope, but she didn't expect people to walk in with two superb ducks.
Rob nodded with a smile and said directly: "Starting next week, we can supply 40 per week." ā
Forty ducks is exactly the weekly production of four wild duck sheds, and Rob intends to recruit these ducks by his parents and sell them as income for the family, hence this said.
"And what's the price?" Xu Xin's mother asked again.
"I'm bringing two today, just to get a taste of your craft. How about talking about the price after you've tasted it? Rob estimated the price of the duck at least 1,000, for fear that the price would scare people, so let them discuss the price after eating, so as to be prepared.
"Okay, Xiao Xin quickly call your dad over to be a duck!" Xu Xin's mother couldn't wait to shout.
Xu Xin glanced at her mother and muttered, "Why don't you let your dad be a duck!" Reluctantly, he walked towards a small dark room in the corner of the restaurant.
After a while, a middle-aged man with muddy hands rushed out, and kept shouting: "There are ducks that are better than French muscovy ducks, why don't I know this breed, it's not that the girl lied to me!" ā
However, his eyes soon saw the duck in Rob's hand, and he ran to Rob like a fly, snatched the duck and examined it carefully, unaware that the mud on his hand had made Rob all over.
Xu Xin, who came over, hurriedly said apologetically: "I'm sorry, my dad is making pottery, so his hands are covered with mud, I'll wipe it for you!" ā
The mud was relatively dry, and Rob just patted it with his hand and cleaned it up. He stopped Xu Xin, but asked strangely: "Isn't your father a chef, why do you want to make pottery?" ā
Xu Xin glanced at his father helplessly: "My dad likes to pursue perfection, he often says that if there is no suitable container to carry it, no matter how beautiful the dish is, it will be greatly discounted." Therefore, he not only strives for excellence in cooking, but also carefully selects the containers that serve the dishes. Since there were no satisfactory containers on the market, he built a small pottery workshop at home to make his own. ā
Rob glanced at Father Xu in surprise, but he didn't expect to meet another person similar to Chef Zhang, who taught him to be called Hua Ji, they are all so obsessed with their inner thoughts.
But if you do this, it will cost a lot of money, how can this small restaurant afford it, so Rob couldn't help but ask: "I didn't expect your restaurant to be so emotional, so the people who came here must not be ordinary people, so the income is very high, right?" ā
"You kid, why do you ask people such a private question!" Luo Mu hurriedly pulled Luo Bu's arm and said angrily.
"Mom, I'm afraid that the price of ducks is too high, and people can't accept it, so I have a good number in my heart to find out." Rob explained with a smile.
"The people who come to eat with us are indeed people with status, so the restaurant can barely survive. But now we can't even get the right ingredients, and people are not interested in coming, so it won't be long before our restaurant can't survive. Xu Xin replied depressedly. But from her tone, Rob clearly felt a sense of unwillingness and anger, but she couldn't bear it and didn't vent.
Now Xu Xin's heart is full of resentment. After graduating, she temporarily returned home to help and met Yang Wei, a classmate in junior high school. This Yang Wei's chicken farm is next to his own restaurant, and he is also his own supplier, Xu Xin was happy to hear it, but unfortunately this Yang Wei pursued her as soon as he saw her, and he wanted to partner to expand the scale of the restaurant.
Xu Xin was not interested in this Yang Wei at all, but now she feels that this person wants to get both people and money, not only to get herself, but also to take her own restaurant by the way. So she rejected Yang Wei's pursuit without hesitation and ignored him.
What happened later can be imagined, Yang Wei not only cut off the supply of the restaurant, but also forced other suppliers not to supply to the restaurant. And the only Rob family that can still supply normally has also been hacked, and they can't do it directly.
Xu Xin knew that he had affected the Luo Bu family's duck farm, if it weren't for Yang Wei wanting to find a chicken to use his means to scare his monkey, he could have spent two dollars to buy it. Even if you want to spend less money and find some connections to exert some pressure, you can do it, and you don't have to force people to a dead end.
It's just that she can't say these things, so she has an unspeakable depression in her heart.
Rob didn't care about Xu Xin's depression, but it was her Lao Tzu's pottery skills that aroused his interest. He asked Father Xu softly, "Uncle Xu, is this chicken still in your eyes?" ā
"Get in! This duck is terrible. This muscovy duck is also called mandarin duck duck, but it's a pity that I don't have the cutlery to hold it, which is really depressing. "Then make one, isn't that what you're good at?"
"Young man, you're right, I'll make a pair of mandarin duck cups right away to serve duck soup. This duck meat is very nourishing, and the soup is sure to be popular with the elderly customers. ā
"So what are you waiting for, let's do it now!"
"And what about this duck? It will take at least a week for this pottery to be ready! ā
"When the inspiration comes, you have to seize it, and you don't care what the duck does, and then talk about it when it's done!"
Father Xu used to make pottery and was not treated well by his wife and daughter, but now suddenly a young man was so interested in it, he couldn't help but light up, stuffed the duck into his wife's hand, and pulled Rob towards the pottery room.
In a small room, there is a manual turntable, an electric blank drawing machine, a clay mixer, an electric furnace with electronic temperature control, a drying box, a small mixer, and an electronic humidifier for mixing the clay, just like a small workshop.
The shelves in the house are full of all kinds of tableware, and according to Xu's father, the guests who eat here are influenced by him, and they also make their own tableware and take it home to use. Although these meals have many strange shapes and even miserable shapes, they all contain a love of food.