Dressed as a villain's wife

His family is in Yancheng, but there are many children in the family, so he can make up for the family if he comes out earlier to find a job.

He had never eaten offal, but he never thought that offal, which was still smelly and smelly when he washed it, could have such a good taste.

"Boss, are you using fennel?" Uncle Ping tentatively picked up a piece of sheep intestines, and asked in disbelief.

"This is indeed sedum fennel, but it tastes better by adding some other spices." Nanzhi didn't hide it. This is what the restaurant does. They are all hidden.

"Boss, is this resting fennel too expensive for this dish?" Uncle Ping's eyes were tangled, it's not too expensive, it's clearly extravagant!

"It's not bad. The amount of spices is less, and a dish costs [-] yuan, and there is still a profit."

As soon as Nan Zhi said this, Uncle Ping became completely restless.

Others don't know the price of resting fennel, but he does!

An expensive spice like fennel only sells for [-] cents a piece. Could it be possible that these two bosses are the ladies of some wealthy businessman, and they are prodigal?

Uncle Ping wanted to say something more, but it was not good to argue with Nan Zhi and the others in front of so many people, so he could only sigh and continue eating.

After a pair of lamb is washed and cooked, there will be seven or eight catties left, and more than [-] servings can be made into dishes.

Excluding the price of ten yuan for the sewage, it is the two catties of black noodles used to wash the sewage. Including the labor cost, the cost of a stir-fried haggis is no more than five yuan. After all, her cumin only costs fifty yuan per catty.

The rest is cumin lamb and dry pot dishes, which are what she wants to focus on.

Master Lu, she is only going to ask him to cook some specialty dishes, and she has roughly calculated those dishes. The profit of the dishes generally fluctuates around 40.00%. As long as the sales volume increases, only the lobby on the first floor can do this business. .

Anwazi and Lin Xiaoquan are two and a half adults working to reward, and she plans to let Anwazi be in charge of barbecue dishes.

When the time comes, hand over the recipe of the barbecue ingredients to Xu Chou, and other things will naturally be arranged.

It's just that this restaurant doesn't need to pay monthly rent, so they can relax a bit.

After a meal, Shen Miaomiao, An Wazi and A Ze went out to do some errands, while Nan Zhi stayed in the restaurant and watched them continue to repair the stove.

Only then did Uncle Ping get closer and whispered: "Boss, this resting fennel is too expensive. No matter how little a dish is used, it's still a loss if it only sells for twenty yuan!"

Nanzhi looked at the other people who were busy, and then signaled Uncle Ping to sit down.

"Uncle Ping, I know you are from the capital, so let me ask you, how much is the anise fennel sold in the capital per catty?"

Nanzhi would be lying if she said she wasn't curious. She knew that this world was very different from the ancient times she knew, from the appearance of potatoes and sweet potatoes to the legal provisions.

So she was also curious how expensive this cumin could be.

"Well, I haven't eaten this anise fennel for many years, but a few years ago, it was sold in Kyoto for five taels of silver and a half taels of incense. Although it is not really such an exaggeration, the price should not be low." Uncle Ping shook his head and said, at that time, although Guotai Minan did not have the natural and man-made disasters of the past two years, not everyone could have fun after dinner.

Dozens of taels of silver and a catty of spices, who can not say extravagant?

"Five taels of silver and half taels of incense?" Nan Zhi was a little surprised, 100 taels of silver for a catty of cumin?

Isn't that equivalent to two catties of cumin for a small courtyard?

"Uncle Ping, guess how much money I paid for this spice?" Nan Zhi subconsciously asked in a low voice.

"This..." Uncle Ping frowned and looked at Nan Zhi's innocent face, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Could it be ten taels of silver a catty?"

"No, no. Guess again." Nan Zhi shook his head and continued to ask.

"Five taels of silver?"

Uncle Ping frowned.

"Fifty Wen!" Nan Zhi whispered, but Uncle Ping almost dropped his jaw on the table.

Fifty cents a catty?

Didn't my boss go to the Western Regions and pick it up by himself?

"I'm not stupid, am I? Our business is easy to do!" Nanzhi said with a smile.

Uncle Ping has already fallen into deep self-doubt.

In the early years, the officials were furious because of the extravagance of fennel, and banned this spice from entering the capital. Could it be that in the past few years, this spice has become so cheap?

"Boss, the stove is ready!"

"coming!"

Nan Zhi got up and left, leaving only Uncle Ping with a dazed expression on his face.

The stove was turned on, and it was completely dry at the moment, and several iron rods were firmly inserted into the sides of the stove. Looking at the familiar stove, Nan Zhi felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

Back then, she had worked part-time at the food stall for several months, and before school started, her teacher told her to remember to go back and have a look, but she didn't think that although she couldn't go back now, she could always have her own restaurant.

"Liu Da, go and bring me the marinated meat skewers." Nan Zhi greeted while tying up his sleeves.

Liu Da went to fetch the meat skewers, while Zhang Yun added two sticks of firewood to it.

The meat was mutton that someone bought in the morning, and the sticks were bamboo sticks ordered at his carpenter's shop.

She prepared some barbecue ingredients in advance, and she asked Lin Xiaoquan to watch and learn her own gestures while the skewers were being grilled.

Nan Zhi clapped his hands and let out a sigh of relief until the sizzling meat skewers were finished.

"Wang Sheng, get Uncle Ping a skewer." Nanzhi took two skewers of mutton and handed them to Wang Sheng.

"Xu Chou, you have a taste of this."

As if he never thought that his boss would give it to him first, Xu Chou was a little at a loss: "Many, thank you, boss."

After the mutton is marinated, it will not be too soft when grilled, and the taste of the barbecue ingredients is so tempting that Xu Chou couldn't help but taste it.

Then he was completely stunned.

He had never tasted this taste.

"Don't just stare blankly, one by one, try it."

Only then did the others take the meat skewers, all of them showed surprise on their faces.

They are not wealthy people, although they will eat better during festivals, but they have never tasted such a strange taste.

Even if the haggis made by the owner today has refreshed their cognition, it is still inferior to this meat skewer.

Xu Chou had already learned how to cook, and since Nanzhi asked him if he would like to learn the craft, he had some guesses in his mind.

What else does he not understand now?

The owner valued him so much that he was willing to give him such a powerful secret recipe.

"The master is above, please accept the disciples!"

Xu Chou knelt down and kowtowed three more times firmly.

This is the ceremony he performed when he was apprenticed to the teacher, but he did not regard himself as an apprentice.

"Okay, okay, get up quickly. I can't stand you kneeling a few times a day like this."

Nanzhi had a complicated look on his face. Not to mention that he didn't pay the tuition fee when he visited his master, he only took a few tens of dollars to buy two packs of cigarettes for his master.

Now it is only through the craftsmanship of the master, how can he receive such a great gift?