I used to be called Niu Million

Chapter 185 It's not easy to get the main points after imitating for a year

Take a pen and draw all kinds of ghosts on the paper, from the processing center to the buns, and the dumplings are connected with each other.

After finding the Mingshang menu that he brought back, Niu Wenju drew a circle of various dishes and staple foods, extending from the processing center to the outside, and finally clarified the connection between various things.

The only difference between buns and steamed dumplings is a piece of skin, and the materials used for pasta are similar, except for dumplings, which are all leavened noodles.

As for the seemingly unrelated dishes, it suddenly dawned upon Lao Tang Niu Wenju.

"None of the ingredients is unique, and all of them can be matched with each other. The main dish of this dish is the auxiliary ingredient for the next dish. My mother sells batches. It took me a year to imitate it before I realized it, rely on me!"

It wasn't until today, at this moment, that Niu Wenju realized that Yin Peng was not a simple person. The setting of the entire Mingshang Houchu dishes was definitely not the kind of head-slapping thing, but carefully screened.

There are some dishes that the chef can cook in Mingshanghao, but the other party chooses to ignore them and remove the menu directly because there is no correlation between this dish and other dishes.

The dishes costing 30 yuan are made, not to mention that some chefs directly deep-fry them for convenience.

The emptied base oil must be added to another dish, and the base oil must not affect the taste of the second dish. Even if it is compensated, it can only be a tiny bit, and customers will not share with you. care about.

It would be bad if one of these dishes has a particularly strong taste in another, and the base oil of the first dish is completely wasted, which invisibly increases the cost.

Recalling the various processed foods in his store, Niu Wenju began to list them one by one, then screened them one by one, and listed the profit margin curve on the computer screen.

After being busy until three o'clock in the middle of the night, all kinds of data were constructed. Niu Wenju drew a curve, thinking in his heart that it was indeed so.

There are several dishes in the restaurant that are so-called orphans, and the profit margin is very low.

Although doing these things can improve the taste of the store and increase some audiences for the store, the result is also obvious and wastes time and energy.

"Make money first, girl!"

Combining various dishes that could constitute an orphan, Niu Wenju tried to establish a connection between these dishes, but in the end it really couldn't be connected, so Niu Wenju simply cut the meat.

For the remaining dishes, Niu Wenju gradually established connections between these dishes, so that which dish to cook first naturally established the order.

As for the barbecue side, it is the easiest. The base oil left after frying is used with the old soup, and it is directly used as a barbecue material.

Compared with the stir-fry side, the barbecue side now has a little less variety, mainly focusing on meat.

It's winter, not many people come to eat this stuff, and it gets cold easily.

Niu Wenju sat in a chair and thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to let go, and directly used the kind of self-service roasted lamb leg, auxiliary skewers, and potato chips that he had made in Dalian.

The grill is directly for the barbecue, and the rest are behind!

Vegetables are cheap in summer, and the profit margins of roasted leeks, enoki mushrooms and dried tofu rolls are high.

In addition, the price of pickles in winter is high, and the raw materials of this dish can be satisfied.

Many shops set the price of this dish very high when it is out of season. Niu Wenju thought about it and directly calculated the price of this dish according to daily calculations to attract customers. Originally, this thing has a lot to do with other dishes.

Overnight, Niu Wenju simplifies almost one-fifth of his dishes, theoretically greatly saving manpower and material resources.

It's just that Niu Wenju is really hard to make up his mind to let Niu Wenju play this kind of "severance" that foreigners often say. After all, doing so will lose certain customers.

Now both business and life have just improved a bit, and Niu Wenju can't bear such a loss if he really takes some so-called measures rashly to bring his business back to before liberation.

"It's best to find someone else's business and try it out. It's too difficult. Damn, if you want to do it, you have the guts to do it!"

The sky outside the window was already bright, Niu Wenju turned off the light, and the brothers outside had already started to work.

Opening the curtains, Niu Wenju stretched his waist, his eyes full of helplessness towards life.

I also have a sense of powerlessness towards my original family. From starting a business to now, I can’t get any support from my family. In many cases, my family will have a reverse effect.

This is the same problem faced by every young person from the countryside, there is no way out!
After contracting production to households, most of the so-called rich people in rural areas obtained huge benefits from the distribution of collective property by virtue of their "courage".

Niu Wenju's parents are timid. When they go out to work, their parents warn them the most is to be honest and do their duty, and don't cause trouble for others...

This kind of personality is like a magic spell that binds rural children like Niu Wenju, and it is difficult to complete breakthroughs and advancements in identity.

It eventually became a leek on the road of urban development, harvested by capital over and over again, and finally returned to the small piece of land in the countryside with a lot of age to quietly recall the years of being harvested.

The big ups and downs are like a scalpel, completely cutting through the layer of things tied to Niu Wenju's hands and feet, especially what he has experienced in the past year has made Niu Wenju more and more aware that it is absolutely impossible to strictly abide by the rules and regulations without money.

After making up his mind, Niu Wenju washed his face with cold water, took his things and went out to start a routine inspection, but was stunned when he reached the door.

"Yao Dao, why don't you go in? Do you want to eat noodles?"

On a cold day, Yao Dao, who was not wearing very thick clothes, curled up at the door and smoked. If Niu Wenju hadn't been familiar with the surrounding situation, he wouldn't have noticed it.

"I don't eat noodles, I'll eat whatever you have at home, I don't know them well and don't like to stay inside, so I'll wait for you here!"

Standing up, the demon knife flicked the cigarette butt in his hand. The big dark circles under the eyes indicated that he hadn’t slept for a long time, and his waist was even more stooped than before. He should be about 1.8 meters tall, but now he is only about 1.7 meters.

"Deng Bin, millet porridge, one bun with each filling, Liu Yang, go to the school to check, and ask Xizi to bring over the latest purchase list!"

Pulling a chair for Yaodao, Niu Wenju said hello, the first steamed stuffed bun was out of the pot immediately, and the millet porridge was already sticky.

Both soy milk and tofu nao are cold things, and Yaodao is having a runny nose, and Niu Wenju is worried that the other party will not be able to stand it.

In the winter, the other party was wearing very thin pants, and his thin body didn't have much flesh at all.

(End of this chapter)