Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 311 Who is in this funeral home? !

The next morning.

The aunts prepared breakfast, and Su Chen sat in the dining room to help Nuonuo spread strawberry jam on the toast.

He was yawning while applying it, with two big dark circles under his eyes.

The little girl came over like a curious baby and asked in a baby voice.

"Dad, you didn't sleep well last night. You turned into a giant panda."

Su Chen pursed his lips and forced a smile.

It’s not that I didn’t sleep well.

When he heard about the crappy stall-setting task next week, he tossed and turned, his mind in a mess.

By the way, I cursed the system, and finally Tongzi crashed and didn't respond.

But fortunately, I don’t have to set up a stall today, and the next five days are holidays, so I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After breakfast, Su Chen decided to go out and play for a while.

When you come to Chengdu, you must visit the Panda Base.

Then there are Dujiangyan, Leshan Giant Buddha, Sanxingdui, Jiuzhaigou, Huanglong...

Now that we are here, how can we not go and have fun?

Su Chen also plans to experience the Chengdu cuisine and hotpot that the locals introduced to him yesterday.

It was early in the morning, and it was rare to hear that the boss would only set up the stall one day this week. Butler Ding and the others were very happy.

Can this spoil the fun?

Definitely, I must be the boss’s best travel and dining partner.

There is no such thing as a paid trip as a vacation.

It must be said that this job has given them a lot of experience.

Arrived at Panda Valley.

Even though she had seen them before at the Nancheng Zoo, when she saw several chubby giant pandas again, Nuonuo still looked left and right, up and down, blinking her big eyes.

I pounced over, lay on the glass and watched the panda chewing bamboo. It smelled so good!

"Dad, bamboo must be delicious, right? They taste so good!"

Nuonuo smacked her lips.

She really wanted to try what bamboo tasted like... She didn't taste it last time.

Looking at the greedy look on Nuonuo's face, Su Chen and the others felt helpless.

"How about I take you to eat bamboo shoots? The kind of bamboo that hasn't grown yet."

The little girl blinked her big eyes. Bamboo shoots are delicious, but she still firmly refused.

"No, no! I want to eat bamboo, not bamboo shoots!"

Su Chen:......

This little ancestor is really hard to serve.

But he is an experienced dad after all, and he has his own way of coaxing children.

I took out my phone and searched for it, and found a Thai restaurant whose signature dishes were banana bamboo and Thai curry bamboo rice.

Naituanzi's weird request was thus fooled away.

In the afternoon, they went to an old hot pot restaurant recommended by everyone. The location was a bit hidden, hidden in a residential building, but it had a unique atmosphere and was very distinctive.

Then there was no shabu-shabu hotpot, so a few people who couldn't eat spicy food ordered the slightly spicy dish. They thought they could handle it, but in the end it was still too spicy.

Maybe there is no spicy food here, the base is all made with butter and chili...

Aunt Wu and her friends eat it with a garlic and sesame oil dish and milk.

Nuonuo is young and can’t eat spicy food, so naturally she can only eat some hotpot dishes.

……

Suddenly it was Monday, three o'clock in the morning.

It was still dark when Su Chen took Butler Ding to the Guizhou Funeral Home.

The two aunts were timid and didn't like to get close to such a gloomy place. Besides, they had to take Nuonuo to the nearest Windmill Kindergarten in the morning for a transfer, so they had a lot to do and didn't come.

Although Steward Ding's feet were a little shaky, he remained silent and did not show it.

If the boss isn't afraid, then I shouldn't be afraid either. When he arrived at the funeral home, the system had already helped Su Chen complete all the entry procedures, so he could just go to the cafeteria to work.

Even though I'm only working for this week and I'm a temporary worker, I can't be half-hearted.

First of all, the canteen regulations must be strictly followed in terms of business hours.

Breakfast here is served from 6 to 8 o'clock, lunch is at 12 o'clock, and supper is at 10: pm.

So, they rushed over here in the middle of the night.

Standing at the cafeteria stall, Su Chen looked around.

In addition to the noodles they are responsible for, there are also fried rice stalls, pancake and fried dough sticks stalls, etc.

But no one came at this time, and it was very quiet.

The manager who came to receive me didn't say much.

He simply explained the situation to Su Chen and left.

Before leaving, he started to make promises.

"Although you are a temporary worker, if you perform well, I can help you apply for a permanent position. Our regular employees still have very good benefits."

After listening to this, Su Chen neither nodded nor shook his head.

He just gave the manager a half-smile and let him figure it out for himself.

But Butler Ding was standing aside and made a tactical retreat.

I couldn't figure out why the boss suddenly came to the funeral home cafeteria to set up a stall this week.

Who is in this funeral home?

but!
If anyone wants to be made a full-time employee by their boss, just dream on!
Would the boss need such benefits?!
After the canteen manager left.

Su Chen and Butler Ding changed into the chef uniforms provided by the restaurant, walked inside the stall, and began to check the ingredients that would be used in a while.

What's different about this week's task is that you'll be using ingredients provided by the restaurant instead of ordering them on the system.

Originally, Su Chen was worried that the ingredients used in the restaurant might be too bad, but after checking it, he found the quality to be somewhat unexpected.

The rice used to make rice noodles is northern Guangxi indica rice, and the rice grains appear pearly white under the light.

Large pieces of fresh pork come from the front shoulder of Qianbei black pigs, also known as pork belly.

There are also high-quality large bones, which look solid.

At first glance, this funeral home seems to be willing to spend money.

What a conscience.

There are many common styles of rice noodles, mainly round and long, with different thicknesses, dryness and wetness, and different tastes.

For example, the rice noodles used in Guilin rice noodles are of medium thickness, fresh, moist, and round shape, with a smooth and chewy texture.

The second most common type is flat noodles, also known as cut noodles in some places. They are square-shaped, a bit like the knife-cut noodles in the north.

Compared with round noodles, flat noodles are easier to cook and soften.

There are also different widths. The narrow ones are only about 2 mm wide. The wide ones are also 3 cm wide and need to be cut with a knife after the rice paper is made.

Su Chen washed the big bones and put them into a big bucket to make soup.

I also soaked some northern Guangxi indica rice.

While you're waiting.

He started making meat sauce, after all, it is the soul of rice noodles.

A good bowl of rice noodles may not taste good, it all depends on this spoonful of topping.

"Bang!"

Su Chen threw the washed black pork onto the chopping board.

Under the incandescent lights in the funeral home's back kitchen, the texture of the pork is shiny, the fat layer is crystal clear, and it feels slightly elastic.

He lowered his head and found two kitchen knives. The knives were a bit blunt, and the backs of the knives produced sparks on the whetstone, and then left a knife mark on his fingertips.

Oops! ! !
Butler Ding was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly.

It seems that the boss is in a good mood today. He usually doesn't show off his skills at home.

Tomorrow, when I have learned how to make knife flowers, I will show it to my two old colleagues.

(End of this chapter)