mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 398 Dining Truck Trial Operation

Zhao Chuanxin seemed to point out something: "Taking advantage of the conditions at home, you can quickly make a record for yourself as a souvenir."

When it's too late, you're stuck.

Rachel Kvis didn't know why, so she worried: "I will be on stage tomorrow, and I don't know if I will be in time for practice today."

"With your strength, you are a professional player to them, no problem."

This song only needs a drum, which is very simple and requires no rehearsal.

Rachel Kvis froze.

At this time, American women were still relatively traditional. The praise and encouragement that Rachel Kervis heard the most were not from her husband, but mostly from Zhao Chuanxin.

More than his husband has boasted in the past year.

She happily took Benjamin Goldberg and left the manor.

At the end of the song, Zhao Chuanxin endured the exhaustion from the exhaustion, sat on the recliner, and said, "Sister Hua, do you have something on your mind?"

Miao Cuihua immediately shook her head: "No."

"Lied to me."

"Well, I'm getting old."

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

It turned out to be age anxiety.

"I'll teach you the kung fu of maintaining your face and strengthening your body." Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua dancing today, and felt that her waist and limbs were strong, and her core strength was quite strong.

"There is no such skill in the world, otherwise women all over the world will flock to it." Miao Cuihua didn't believe it at all.

Before, Zhao Chuanxin firmly believed that the balance technique was magical.

But after practicing for a period of time, I found that it was different from what I thought.

Without intuitive feeling, the body can be improved day by day.

But the mentality is very important. Zhao Chuanxin vowed: "Really, as long as you practice, you will be 80 years old, and you will still be the same as you are now. If I lie to you, I will let a thunderbolt kill my villain Benjamin."

"Hey...don't talk nonsense." Miao Cuihua laughed. "I just practice."

She also believes in ghosts and gods.

In order for Miao Cuihua to relieve her anxiety earlier, Zhao Chuanxin took her to the fitness area without taking a rest.

For Wilhelmina, the facial balance technique was extremely difficult, but Miao Cuihua straightened out the relationship between breathing and movement with ease.

Zhao Chuanxin was behind her, helping her with one leg.

As a coach, Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly qualified.

The big hand rested on Miao Cuihua's leg, making her numb as she swam, and her breathing became heavy.

"Huh? Sister Hua, don't mess around."

Miao Cuihua was angry: "I'm afraid that you will act recklessly, and I'm even more afraid that you will not act recklessly after you act recklessly."

Zhao Chuanxin blushed: "Haha, an honest gentleman like me can't be messed up."

Miao Cuihua pushed back...

Sure enough, it hit something.

He smiled and asked, "What do you mean by sitting still?"

Zhao Chuanxin's nose is a little itchy: "Okay, you have mastered this short section of the trick, I will go to the recliner to rest."

He fled the scene.

But he was so tired that he sat on a chair, took a nap and fell asleep.

In the fitness area, there was the sound of his snoring, and the rustling of Miao Cuihua's sweat profusely.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, but Miao Cuihua feels refreshed after practicing this section a few times, and can sleep well after taking a bath.

At this time, she looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

It was found that he was sleeping extremely unsteadily on the recliner, and his body shook from time to time.

She came over, wondering whether to wake him up or carry him back?

She can't lift it alone.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin babbled in his sleep: "Sister Hua, run quickly..."

Miao Cuihua was startled.

He hadn't slept like this before.

She pushed Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin woke up.

"Did you just have a nightmare?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin wiped his saliva. "I remember when I was flying on the grass, and I was wearing a monk's uniform in iron clothes. No one dared to mess with me in my dream."

With that said, he got up and stretched himself.

When returning to the room, Miao Cuihua said: "I'm home, you are more vigilant than others, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Oh, I see." Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

When Zhao Chuanxin woke up in the morning, the sun just poked its head.

Miao Cuihua was practicing the balance technique she learned last night, and Zhao Chuanxin corrected some small mistakes by pointing out, and then practiced by herself.

After breakfast, Benjamin Goldberg came to the manor: "Master, let's go, my mother has already gone to town!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was also wearing a fluffy chef's hat.

Benjamin Goldberg pulled out another hat: "My mom sewed it overnight."

Zhao Chuanxin faintly resisted.

White, it looks like wearing sackcloth and filial piety.

The chef's hat first appeared in France at the end of the 18th century and was invented by a chef.

After wearing it, it looks professional and hygienic.

Later, it gradually became a professional symbol of chefs.

He never wore it.

But in order to show his professionalism, he gritted his teeth and put it on.

He loaded the bread slices, sauces, vegetables, semi-finished lobster tails, etc. on the car.There is also a bucket of hot and sour tomato soup wrapped in a quilt.

There is no chef's outfit, so Zhao Chuanxin deliberately put on a white shirt and vest, which looks more hygienic.Put on an apron.

Put the modified dining car on Mi Shan.

I'm going to go out to surf again, this guy is quite excited.

"Drive! Let's go to town!"

Ganfan led the way, almost without Zhao Chuanxin's manipulation, and Mi Shan ran towards the town cleverly.

In the 1900 New York State Census, the total population of Westchester County was 274133.

North Tarrytown was nothing more than backcountry.

But today there are especially many people in the town, and the lights and festoons are decorated, just like celebrating the New Year.

The mayor of North Tarrytown, John Vaughan, shuttled through the crowd with a big belly, and greeted people from time to time with great style.

Sergeant George Maher led police officers to patrol the neighborhood to maintain law and order.

When he saw a strange-shaped carriage approaching, George Maher was taken aback for a moment, and immediately brought someone forward to inquire.

There are so many people today, they are all crowded in the center of the town, maybe a small disturbance can lead to tragedy.

When they got closer, they found that the driver was Zhao Chuanxin wearing a chef's hat.

George Maher smiled awkwardly: "Sir, are you also here for the Harvest Festival?"

The old boy was dealt with badly by Zhao Chuanxin before.

"No, I won't participate in the event." Zhao Chuanxin smiled and shook his head: "I'm here for business."

"..."

Georges Maher had question marks all over his head.

Zhao Chuanxin was looking for a conspicuous place on the crowded street.

"All give way, is there still public morality? Is there any law? Don't hide when you see a car?" Zhao Chuanxin yelled dissatisfied.

Georges Maher smiled wryly.

Sure enough, nothing good happened when he came.

Some people were annoyed: "This is a sidewalk, why do you occupy it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of the way, or let the horse kick you."

Mi Shan made a gesture to raise his hoof, the man was terrified and quickly moved away.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin had a place.

He got into the back compartment and opened the window.

When Georg Maher saw the carriage, he lifted it up and became a sun visor.

Lift it up and support it with a tripod to make a temporary desktop.

And Zhao Chuanxin took out another board with paper nailed to it, and a sandwich was drawn on it.

Crawfish Cheese Sandwich - 7 cents.

Cajun style crayfish sandwich - 6 cents.

Grilled Chicken Sandwich - 5 cents.

Egg Salad Sandwich - 4 cents.

Georges Maher stared wide-eyed.

Oh, are you really here for business?
The owner of such a big manor came to set up a small stall?
Pedestrians looked at the carriage curiously.

After seeing the prices of various foods, I was overwhelmed by the low prices.

The mobile food truck is very fresh.

Georg Maher found that people were mostly on the sidelines curiously, but not at the front.

He rolled his eyes, took out his wallet, and took out 14 cents: "Sir, I want a crayfish cheese sandwich and a Cajun-style crayfish sandwich."

He came to beat Zhao Chuanxin.

If you can't afford it, join him. His old cousin William Hope has already worked for Zhao Chuanxin, so there's nothing shameful about it.

"A wise choice." Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up, and then said to Benjamin Goldberg: "Apprentice, collect money!"

Benjamin Goldberg hurriedly put the money into the money jar.

Zhao Chuanxin skillfully toasted the bread first, then sandwiched the crayfish, added cheese, and heated it in the oven.

George Maher took the sandwich that Zhao Chuanxin had wrapped in kraft paper, and it was a little hot.

He didn't have much hope, it was just a rich man's entertainment.

But a unique fragrance permeated the air, and he found that everyone around him was staring at him.

He couldn't help but take a sip.

The toasted bread is fragrant and crispy, the cheese filling can be brushed, and the sauce is exquisite...

It tastes surprisingly good.

Try another Cajun flavor, which has a unique spicy aroma.

Enjoy it!
Among the native American dishes, the only one that can be played is Cajun food, Cajun cuisine.

Zhao Chuanxin uses delicious semi-finished products, which will not affect the taste after heating.

Georges Maher devoured the sandwich, showing off the sandwich in two or three strokes.

People around were surprised.

Someone couldn't help shouting: "Sergeant Maher, is it really that delicious?"

George Maher repeatedly praised: "It's really good!"

He still wants to buy it.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxin should be making a profit at a loss. The most expensive lobster dishes in the restaurant may cost one or two dollars.Even common ones are cheap at 7 cents.

Even if it is delicious, he still thinks it is a rich man's game.

Many people can understand this account.

Living by the sea, seafood may not be cheap.

Many people don't know that this is a crayfish, not a saltwater lobster.

But this does not delay their enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin's dining car was completely surrounded.

"Give me a..."

"Don't squeeze, I'll come first..."

Looking at the countless hands holding up the tickets, Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "Master, we are going to get rich!"

"Wrong, I want to get rich as a teacher. It has something to do with you, but not much."

Zhao Chuanxin quickly calculated the various costs in his mind. For a crayfish cheese sandwich, the cost of the crayfish itself is less than one cent, but with the labor to peel the shrimp, bread, sauce, cheese, etc., it should be able to sell for seven cents. Earn at least 4 cents.

There are two types of food he sells, one is affordable and large, such as egg salad sandwiches.One is cheap, but delicious, but the amount is slightly smaller, such as crayfish sandwiches.

It is not expensive, and no matter how poor you are, you can afford it. It mainly targets the people at the bottom of society.

Whether you want to be full or want to satisfy your hunger, there is no problem.

Zhao Chuanxin was calm and fearless in the face of the black crowd.

He is the kind of person who has more people and plays better.

While busy, don't forget to count the time to see how many copies you can sell within the specified time.

At the same time warned Benjamin Goldberg: "Don't miscalculate!"

At this time, an acquaintance shouted: "Ethan, bring me a sandwich, I'll be on stage soon..."

It's Benjamin Goldberg fucking.

(End of this chapter)