MTL - Food: How Did I Become a Chef When I Set Up a Stall?-Chapter 189 You carry the load, I hold the basin
Chapter 189 You carry the burden, and I hold the basin~
Mount Qingcheng in the evening.
Several young people were climbing to the top of the mountain, carrying large and small bags.
The last wave of tourists coming down the mountain were a little surprised when they saw this scene.
“Look at me, we have to go up the mountain at this time!”
“What are they carrying!”
“It’s the staff, it’s really hard work!”
“It’s amazing that you can still go up the mountain with so many things on your back!”
The tourists were talking about it.
To avoid being recognized, Jiang Feng wore a mask and silently carried pots and pans up the stairs.
The scenery along the way is quite magnificent.
“Just clean it up and it will be ready for use.”
There is an iron shed on a platform, and there are a lot of scattered building materials next to it.
“There is water here, and it is convenient to fetch water.”
A group of people climbed up the mountain road.
But after a few years, there is still little change in Houshan.
So I have been grinding slowly.
Most of them are stone staircase paths, but there are also plank roads and suspension bridges.
The buildings on the front mountain are more complete and more beautiful. There are many temples, such as the Temple of Wealth and Laojun Temple. You can also go there to burn incense and pray for blessings.
But Jiang Feng paid a lot, and they were happy.
It goes without saying that movers make a living by moving, and their physical fitness is extremely tough.
There are also tables and chairs outside, as well as a long corridor.
Many people lock up here, hoping to lock up their love.
Soon, they reached the top of the back mountain.
It’s not necessary either.
Construction on the top of a mountain is too difficult.
There is a small shop under the iron shed, and there is actually a stove in it.
Qingcheng Mountain is divided into front mountain and back mountain.
Jiang Feng’s plan is to sell soy milk and fried dough sticks tomorrow. He should be able to sell a lot early in the morning.
Sun Zhuangfei also has something in him. He does a lot of physical work, so his physical fitness is also good.
So, with a little tidying up, we can open for business tomorrow.
The back mountain is more natural.
Everyone is in good physical condition.
There are unfinished buildings on the top of the mountain.
Many people came here several years ago, and the top of the mountain looks like this. They also donated some money to the temple in the back mountain, hoping that the temple in the back mountain would be built as soon as possible.
So, it was a very pleasant journey.
They finally arrived at their destination.
This is an eye-opener for a few movers.
Walking through a section of stone bridge, the stone bridge was full of locked locks.
From time to time, you will pass several ancient buildings on the road, such as Dachitian Palace and Donghua Palace.
“It’s a small shop with a stove in it.”
Not to mention Jiang Feng, after taking two leg-stretching pills, his physical condition is much better than that of ordinary people.
The first time I moved to the top of the mountain.
The location where Jiang Feng sets up his stall is at the back of Qingcheng Mountain.
Let’s all get busy together.
“Boss, it’s done, what’s next?”
It is estimated that it will not be found by customers so quickly.
“Just connect the natural gas to it when the time comes.”
But true love does not need to be locked to exist. If we break up, some people will come over to saw the locks open.
However, the scenery on the back mountain road is more quiet, and there is no shortage of temples, so there are many people coming here.
This time, the place where Jiang Feng set up his stall was far enough away and remote enough that he had to walk on a mountain road to get there.
Sun Zhuangfei asked after cleaning the stove.
“Go back and rest first, and come with me to carry a bucket of soy milk tomorrow morning.”
“Let’s get to the appointed place at about five o’clock.”
Jiang Feng arranged the way.
"no problem."
The movers on the side were amazed when they heard Jiang Feng's words.
“Boss, you have to start work at five o’clock!”
Hearing this, Jiang Feng replied calmly: "I have to make soy milk at around four o'clock, and I will drive up the mountain from there at five o'clock."
“It’s not easy. How much money can you make by setting up a stall here?”
The mover sighed again.
“Let’s take a look at the scenery. It feels good to set up a stall here.”
Jiang Feng said politely.
Everything was ready. Jiang Feng closed the shop door and prepared to fry fried dough sticks tomorrow.
There is no doubt that the breakfast he makes is delicious, it just depends on how many people come here tomorrow.
Then, the group of people walked down the mountain.
“There shouldn’t be many people this time.”
“After all, who comes to the back of Qingcheng Mountain so early in the morning?”
“We can also take it easy.”
Jiang Feng said to Sun Zhuangfei.
Sun Zhuangfei nodded, "Okay boss."
Jiang Feng said again:
“The mountains are so deep and the mountain road is so narrow, it’s impossible to have people standing all over the mountains and plains.”
After returning home, Jiang Feng soaked the soybeans, glutinous rice, millet, and peanuts and went to bed early.
The next morning, Jiang Feng went to the fly shop where crayfish had been sold and was busy making soy milk.
He specially bought a wall-breaking machine here. This place is a food street. It is some distance away from residential areas, so there is no need to worry about disturbing residents.
He was busy, and soon, he made a pot of fresh, thick and delicious soy milk.
As for fried dough sticks, Jiang Feng has his own recipe.
For ordinary people, fried dough sticks are either too hard or not fluffy. It is difficult to make them soft and fluffy.
It's just that when preparing the dough, the proportions of flour, refined salt, soda ash, baking powder, and sugar were not right.
After these things are mixed together, add an egg into it. The egg can also play a fluffy role.
Sun Zhuangfei came over early and was watching the situation of the wall-breaker.
Jiang Feng is proofing the dough.
His dough has to be mixed and proportioned by himself.
Sometimes Sun Zhuangfei would look this way, and Jiang Feng would tell him something.
This guy has a good character and likes cooking, otherwise he wouldn't be a chef apprentice.
Teach as much as you can.
Even if he doesn't find a job in a restaurant in the future, he can still find a way out in society by making fried dough sticks.
The two of them were very busy.
After finishing my work, I put a bucket of soy milk and a large basin of dough in the trunk of the car and headed towards the mountains.
Because you are a staff member, you can take the cable car up in advance.
Jiang Feng also hired two workers to help carry it on the final mountain road.
These two workers make a living by carrying tourists up the mountain on benches.
It is not a problem to lift a person weighing 1,560 kilograms, let alone a bucket of soy milk.
Four people carried the iron pipe and the basin.
Several climbers noticed this scene and were quite curious.
“Look at that, what are they carrying? It looks like a thermos bucket!”
“Are you delivering meals to the staff on the mountain?”
"How is it possible? How can the staff be treated like this? Who has time to carry it to the top of the mountain to deliver food?"
A few hikers became more and more curious, so they walked over to Jiang Feng and asked.
“Master, why are you going up the mountain?”
Adults whom you don't know are all called "Master". This is also a convention.
There is a saying that is more terrifying than calling you "uncle", but calling you "master".
It sounds very old.
Jiang Feng doesn’t care.
Because he knows that he has a good image and temperament, he doesn’t care what others say.
The less you have, the more you care.
Just like you said Ke Jie was not good at Go, Ke Jie was dismissive, he didn't care at all.
But if you say that his TFT play is not good, he will get angry with you.
Hearing the hiker’s question, Jiang Feng calmly replied:
“Go up the mountain and sell breakfast.”
“Selling breakfast up the mountain?” The climber was a little confused.
“What is this in the barrel?” they asked again.
“A barrel of soy milk.”
Hiklimbers:
Several people looked at each other.
The forest is really big and there are all kinds of birds.
They are mountaineering enthusiasts and have climbed many mountains.
But I have never seen anyone go to the top of the mountain to sell soy milk.
Isn’t that tiring?
Jiang Feng was calm.
Are you not tired?
How about I hire two people at a cost.
Having to factor in labor costs, it looks like the price will have to go up.
Soy milk is RMB 6 for a bowl and fried dough sticks is RMB 5 for each piece
Compared to the breakfast stalls in the city, this one is definitely more expensive.
But it is the top of the mountain after all, and a bottle of water costs 10 yuan. It depends on the customer's choice whether to buy it or not.
This can be considered a conscience price.
"Amazing."
Hiklimbers couldn’t help but sigh.
They even plan to go to the breakfast stall to try it out later.
Jiang Feng and the four of them walked all the way up.
Two workers carried the thermos bucket on a pole, and Jiang Feng and Sun Zhuangfei held a pot of fermented dough together.
It’s like a four-person group.
You are carrying the load, I am holding the basin, welcoming the sunrise and receiving guests~
Smooth out the bumps and become a highway, overcome the difficulties and dangers and set off again~
Let’s set off again~
After all the busy work, the four of them finally arrived at the shop and everything was ready.
Jiang Feng washed the chopping board, heated oil in a pot, hung up the sign, and was ready to start business.
At six o'clock in the morning, there were many people on the mountain.
There were only one or two hundred people scattered here and there.
It’s too much.
In fact, the breakfast culture in the Chengdu area is not developed. People here eat breakfast after 10 o'clock.
If we say we have breakfast at six or seven in the morning, that’s very little.
It is far less sumptuous than the breakfasts in Guangdong and Zhejiang areas, and it is not as rich as the various kinds of noodles and pastries in provinces such as Shanhe.
There is nothing I can do, I really can’t get up early in the morning.
Three meals in Chengdu: lunch, dinner, and supper.
Of course, the city is so big and there are many migrant workers who get up early in the morning to go to work, so there will also be some breakfast restaurants.
After a while, Jiang Feng’s shop was filled with steam.
Many people on the top of the mountain immediately noticed the movement here.
(End of this chapter)
