From selling box lunches to becoming a famous Chinese chef

Chapter 163 Don’t let go of the pig’s trotter bones

Feng Zhengming came back from selling box lunches at the train station and entered the shop to see everyone busy cleaning.

"I'm back, thank you everyone."

Seeing Feng Zhengming coming back, Zhang Hongwei immediately put down the rag and rushed to him.

"Brother, you don't know who is here today."

Feng Zhengming asked: "Who is coming?"

Zhang Hongwei glanced at his grandfather and lowered his voice and said: "It's a boss named Zhao. I heard many customers say that that man also sells meat and runs a dry rice shop. He came to buy our meat. Pig's trotters, and the Sixi meatballs you made today, I think he must be trying to steal from you."

"Oh."

Feng Zhengming responded calmly.

Zhang Hongwei felt very strange. Why didn't his cousin seem worried at all?

Before Zhang Hongwei could speak again, Feng Zhengming asked: "What do you think of Sixi Meatballs today? Are they selling well?"

Zhang Hongwei was about to open his mouth to answer, but this time Feng Shengnan beat him to it.

"Brother, the Sixi meatballs are selling very well. They are sold out earlier than the pig's trotters. Everyone says that the Sixi meatballs are delicious, fluffy and soft, and have enough soup inside. One meatball is a special addition to the meal. "

After Feng Shengnan stole the words, Zhang Hongwei quickly started to add more.

"Also, everyone said that the Sixi meatballs made by me are different from those bought on the street, and different from those made in those restaurants. They taste very delicious."

Feng Shengnan added: "Also, everyone also said that they think the Sixi meatballs are too small and not enough to eat."

Being overtaken by his sister again, Zhang Hongwei didn't know what to say for a moment?
  Feng Zhengming smiled and nodded: "As long as it sells well, it must not be any bigger. If it is any bigger, we will lose money. I don't even count the effort it takes to make such a big meatball."

Feng Zonggu walked out and said, "Many people say that our home is becoming less and less like a dry rice shop and more like a small restaurant."

Feng Zhengming saw his grandfather walking out and said, "Thank you for your hard work, grandpa."

The old man said: "Why do I have to work so hard? Everyone helps me do the work, and I just watch from the sidelines."

Feng Zhengming smiled and said: "I think our Fengjiagang Restaurant is going to develop into a restaurant. The meat is one of our signatures. We don't need to limit ourselves to selling meat. We can give customers more choices and attract more people." Customers with many different tastes.”

After hearing what Feng Zhengming said, everyone in the shop nodded, thinking it made sense.

It's just that the business of making meat is not bad now.

But the meat is not that complicated after all.

There are actually quite a few shops and stalls on the old street alone.

Although the meat from those families is far inferior to the Feng family's craftsmanship in taste.

But after all, the competition for selling meat is relatively fierce.

And if the sub-pork is used as the signature, and Fengjiagang Restaurant has other good dishes, then it will naturally be more competitive.

Especially after seeing Feng Zhengming's cooking skills, everyone has absolute confidence in his cooking skills.

Feng Zhengming said to Grandpa Feng: "Grandpa, don't worry, the meat is still the most famous thing in our family."

The old man said: "Your arrangement is very good. Nowadays, we also pay attention to some variety. If our family wants to widen the gap with others, we really need more things that others do not have."

Feng Zonggu's decision can be regarded as recognition of Feng Zhengming's business method.

Zhao Chaoxing, who had bought a bunch of things from Feng's Ganfan Restaurant, was surprised when he saw the dishes he brought back to his own Ganfan Restaurant.

When he opened the lunch box, he saw that the lunch box containing Sixi meatballs was open, and the Sixi meatballs inside were scattered.

Zhao Chaoxing looked at it carefully and quickly understood that the meatballs would spread out because they were squeezed in the lunch box.

This surprised Zhao Chaoxing even more.

Just squeeze it gently, and these four-year-old meatballs will fall apart?

Zhao Chaoxing recalled that many of the Sixi meatballs he had eaten were very solid and had to be opened with a spoon or chopsticks when eating. Some Sixi meatballs are so solid that they even need to be cut open with a knife.

But Zhao Chaoxing bought the Sixi meatballs from Fengjiagan Restaurant, and they could be easily squeezed apart in the lunch box.

Although it was a little cold when I brought it back, I could still smell the meaty aroma through the spread Sixi meatballs.

Zhao Chaoxing was surprised again and immediately went to get chopsticks.

Just as I was about to eat, a fat little man walked in from outside.

"Dad, my mother asked me if you were not watching in the shop. Where did you go?"

Seeing the little fat man entering the door asking this, Zhao Chaoxing said: "I went to buy something and came back."

Little Fatty then looked sharply in his eyes. When he saw the lunch boxes in front of Zhao Chaoxing, he immediately ran to him quickly.

"Mom, my dad went to buy someone else's lunch box to eat."

Zhao Chaoxing didn't expect that his son would scream and complain to his wife when he saw the lunch box he bought.

When his son yelled like this, Zhao Chaoxing quickly reached out and covered his son's mouth: "Smelly boy, what are you shouting for? Dad didn't say I wouldn't give it to you to eat. Didn't he just buy it and eat it with you?"

Hearing what his father said, Xiaopangdun immediately smiled.

"Hey, Dad, you should have told me earlier."

The little fat man's name is Zhao Wenyu. He is Zhao Chaoxing's only son and the only child of the Zhao family. Naturally, he has been pampered by his family since he was a child.

Especially since Zhao Chaoxing made money from the meat business, his family was even more obedient to Zhao Wenyu.

Zhao Chaoxing opened the lunch boxes one by one and asked his son to get the chopsticks.

Zhao Wenyu came back with chopsticks and saw his father opening the lunch box. There was a box of meat.

"Dad, why are you buying other people's meat?"

Zhao Chaoxing said: "I'm going to try it and see how the other people's meat tastes."

Zhao Wenyu was smart and said immediately: "I know, dad, you are going to steal someone else's recipe for pork meat."

Zhao Chaoxing said: "Don't talk nonsense. Dad is going to study. You can't call him stealing."

But what attracted Zhao Wenyu was not the handful of meat, but the box of opened pig trotters.

Zhao Chaoxing saw his son staring at the pig's trotters, he patted his son gently and said, "Okay, stop drooling here, eat whatever you want."

Zhao Wenyu immediately reached out and grabbed the pig's trotters in the lunch box.

Then Zhao Chaoxing looked at his son in surprise and wolfed down the pig's trotters.

Seeing how delicious his son's food was, Zhao Chao couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

"what about the taste?"

Zhao Wenyu was just gnawing and could no longer think of answering his father.

Zhao Chaoxing saw that his son was just eating without saying anything, so he could only ask again: "Tell me, how does it taste? Don't just eat, talk about the words, talk about the words."

Despite his father's constant urging, Zhao Wenyu still tried his best to finish the pig's trotters on his hands, not even letting go of the smell of the bones, and insisted on chewing the big bones for a long time.

After finishing a piece of pig's trotters, Zhao Wenyu looked up and saw his mother coming in.

He quickly shouted: "Mom, the pig's trotters my dad bought are very delicious. The taste is all over the bones."

The wife came over, looked at the contents of the lunch box on the table, and asked curiously: "Whose meat did you buy again?"

Zhao Chaoxing asked his wife to sit down and said, "Come and try these too."

(End of this chapter)