The noodle restaurant belongs to the fast food industry, so Song Yao makes the dishes to be sold today into semi-finished products in advance, so that the guests will not wait in a hurry, which is also one of the reasons for good business.

Because many meat products will not be sold separately in this era, Song Yao made a recipe with bamboo boards, and how many dishes can be made every day, and will greet the guys in advance, such as chicken wings and chicken thighs, which are made into lo-mei, and are sold on a first-come, first-served basis, and reservations are not accepted, which makes guests feel very strange, and it will almost be sold out when the store is opened, and many people will come to line up in advance to buy it.

With Wang's sister-in-law helping to make noodles, Song Yao was busy stir-frying, and the toothpick meat needed to be marinated first, so Song Yao prepared to make its process first.

Wash the lean meat and cut it into small pieces, add sesame oil, white wine, chili oil, Sichuan pepper oil, chili powder, salt, starch and mix well. Then cut the green onion into the pot and fry the scallion oil, pour it into the meat after cooling, grasp it well, marinate for about half an hour to absorb the flavor, and the preparation work is over.

Cover the marinated meat and put it aside, Song Yao began to make spicy chicken, her white fingers are familiar with every step of the operation process, just watching the beauty cook is also a kind of enjoyment, and Sister-in-law Wang will often forget to work.

The important thing about the spicy chicken is the fresh and spicy taste, the dried chili pepper is washed and cut into three sections, the chicken is chopped into small pieces about the same size as the chili pepper, after the oil is heated, put in the ginger and garlic to stir-fry the pot, put in the chicken nuggets and add a little white wine to fry the water, fry until it is slightly yellow, put the pepper and dried chili pepper and stir-fry until golden brown, then add soy sauce, salt and pepper, and stir-fry evenly.

As soon as the spicy chicken came out of the pot, Song Yao immediately skewered the toothpick meat, and when the remaining few pieces were not finished, let Wang's sister-in-law heat the pot, wait until the oil was heated to 50%, add the meat and fry it, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and get out of the pot.

After the two dishes were ready, Song Yao put the soup and fish balls of the fish ball noodles in a clay urn separately, so that she didn't have to worry about the noodles being dumped when she took them away.

After the order of lunch passed, Song Yao had a chance to rest for a while, and the noodles that her own people ate would be made, and Song Yao was only responsible for seasoning.

"Mother, there are only four fish left, and the uncle who sells the fish said that he will leave a few more for us tomorrow." Song Yuanbao ran into the kitchen with a red face, saw Song Yao sitting on a small stool and beating his shoulder, and hurriedly helped Song Yao pinch his shoulder, "Mother has worked hard, after a while, Mother will go to rest after eating, Yuan Bao can make fish balls." ”

"Do you have that little arm, do you use a kitchen knife?" Song Yao asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Song Yuanbao nodded vigorously, but a pair of thin brows were wrinkled, he didn't seem to be moving, but he could insist on it for the sake of his mother.

"When you grow up, come and help your mother work, your task now is to eat more and grow tall and strong." Turning around and rubbing her son's steamed bun head, Song Yao got up and went to clean up the fish that had been killed.

Making fish balls is a technical job, and it also takes a certain amount of time, and Song Yao can't take a break.

Cut off the fish pieces, remove the skin, cut the fish into small pieces after cleaning, soak it in water for later use, and then Song Yao turned around and went to boil the fish bone broth, which is an indispensable step to ensure that the fish ball noodles are delicious.

"Smash, I'm ready to eat, my mother specially left toothpick meat and spicy chicken today, I want to eat more later?" When Song Yao washed her hands, she beckoned her son to eat.

"Let's make it!" Hearing that there was meat to eat, Song Yuanbao's eyes lit up, and saliva swirled in his mouth.

There is only one guy and one helper, and everyone eats together in the back kitchen, but everyone has rules to only eat their own side of the dishes, after Song Yao's mother and son finish eating, the guy and sister-in-law Wang will divide the rest of the dishes, this is the rule for people to do things, they will not break the rules because the owner is good.

Sister-in-law Wang and her buddies can go home for a lunch break after finishing their own work, which is also the humanization of Song Yao's employment, the business of the noodle restaurant is still based on mealtime, and there is no need to open the door at ordinary times.

Before Sister-in-law Wang left, Song Yao had already changed the water of the fish twice, so as to remove the blood stains in the fish and make the fish balls more white and tender.

When draining the water of the fish pieces, Song Yao asked Song Yuanbao to go to the backyard to rest, and he straightened his waist, and began to chop the fish puree, the four fish had five or six catties of fish meat, and Song Yao's wrists were sore before the chop was finished.

The minced fish should be finely minced and the meat pieces cannot be seen, add the minced green onion and ginger and stir well, then add the fish and starch in a ratio of 4:1, add an appropriate amount of water to continue stirring, and finally add salt and egg white and stir evenly, half an hour has passed.

Song Yao squeezed a fish ball and put it in the cold water, and when she saw the fish ball floating, she continued to squeeze the fish ball, and then put the fish ball into a pot of cold water, and boiled over medium heat until the fish ball was cooked and there was no sign of a big fire rolling, and a pot of fish balls was finally done.

In the free time in the middle, Song Yao picked green vegetables and washed green vegetables, cut chopped green onions and ginger needed to make noodles, etc., and was busy until Wang Sister-in-law and they came to work, and then the work was finished.

Business at dinner time is about the same as at noon, and it does not close until the beginning of the day.

Stretching her waist, Song Yao pretended to be mysterious and said, "There is something delicious tonight, let's clean up the shop first, and then go to the back yard for dinner." ”

"Mother, ingots can also be eaten, right?" Song Yuanbao put away the money bag, as a fan of small wealth, unless he needed help picking vegetables in the back kitchen, he couldn't wait to stick to the counter and count the silver.

"Of course." Song Yao replied affirmatively.

"The owner has made a new meal again, so I have to eat one more bowl of noodles tonight." While working, Sister-in-law Wang smiled and urged the guys: "Little third son, don't go and clean up the outside, otherwise I will eat it all up, and you will have to go home hungry." ”

Xiao Sanzi smiled, trotted to the lobby to clean up, although there was a lunch break to work in the noodle restaurant, but when he was busy, he couldn't touch the ground, he was not young and in good health, and he was really unbearable.

This is also the reason why Song Yao never treats the two of them badly, the salary she can give in this small shop is not high, and she can only make up for it in terms of benefits.

Big hands and small hands came to the backyard, Song Yao took a shovel and dug it up under the window edge under Song Yuanbao's curious gaze, and soon a jar was exposed.

"Ah, I see, it's soybeans." Song Yuanbao only glanced at it, and knew that it was something that Song Yao buried ten days ago.

"You're half right." Erasing the floating soil, Song Yao carefully took out the jar, opened the seal and sniffed it: "Well, the taste is quite authentic." ”

Song Yuanbao leaned in and sniffed, pinched his little nose and said, "Mother, why does this smell weird?" And it's all dark, isn't it broken? ”

"Stinky boy looking for a fight, isn't he? This is called tempeh, and it is delicious only after fermentation. Song Yao explained, lowered her voice and said, "Don't tell others how to do this, we are still counting on this thing to make a fortune." ”

"Hmm." Song Yuanbao nodded vigorously, he would be very obedient to anything related to silver.

"Go and bring a clean bowl and spoon for my mother, my mother will make you a bowl of tempeh noodles to eat today, and I will make you tempeh fish to eat at night." Thinking of the black bean dace, Song Yao swallowed her saliva, but there was no dace found in this county, so she had to replace it with other fish.