Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

Chapter 159 Happy New Year

Before New Year's Eve, the snow finally stopped for a few days. An Qiao took the opportunity to go to the farm and take a lot of things, and even slaughtered a pig.

This time, Tong Shan, Tong Yiyi and Dahan slaughtered the pig together, so there was no pig-killing dinner.

Everyone in the Kyoto restaurant is working hard for the New Year's Eve dinner. Except for Xiaolu and Xiaohong who are busy in the milk tea shop, everyone else is buying and pickling, for fear that something might go wrong on New Year's Eve.

Everyone is waiting for the arrival of New Year's Eve.

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On the morning of New Year's Eve, the weather was clear and a rare sense of comfort lingered in my heart. "Young lady, let's go and put up the Spring Festival couplets."

An Qiao's Spring Festival couplets were written by Uncle Wang on the street. Uncle Wang was an old scholar. Although he did not eventually enter the court, his handwriting was recognized as good by people in the surrounding area.

"Okay, here I come!" An Qiao also wore new red clothes today, which indicated a prosperous year.

Except for Anqiao, everyone wore or concealed red items, looking festive.

"Young lady, which one do you think we should post?" Qi Tao Bi looked at the two couplets in his hands with a look of joy on his face.

Because of the Chinese New Year, Anqiao fried a lot of fried food this month and put it in the shop. Everyone enjoyed the delicious taste.

Yu Shui, who was skinny when she was bought, has grown a lot of flesh and now looks a bit more delicate and pretty.

"Happy New Year, everyone!" An Qiao said with a smile when she saw everyone had arrived.

"Happy New Year, young lady!" Everyone greeted in unison. An Qiao took out the New Year's money that was supposed to be distributed in the evening in advance.

In fact, each person doesn’t get much, as the year-end bonus has already been distributed before, but this thing has a meaning.

Eight copper coins were placed in each pocket. The pockets were made by An Qiao herself, in order to pray for everyone to have a safe and smooth life in the coming year.

The little girl's eyes were red without her realizing it. When she was at home, because she was a girl, every time she received New Year's money, it was either only one or two cents, or nothing at all.

I didn't expect that after selling myself as a slave, I could still receive such preferential treatment.

Even Zhao Hengzhi didn't say anything unpleasant when he was holding the red envelope with only eight coins in it. He could get more money at home, but fewer sincere blessings.

"Okay, let's pack up and prepare for today's battle." An Qiao looked at everyone with a smile, "Qitao, you can put up the Spring Festival couplets. Let's go buy some food on the winter solstice. Although our current storage is enough, what if it's not enough? The rest of you can do what you need to do."

Due to the booming New Year’s Eve dinner business, not only were all the tables for dinner booked out, but most of the tables for lunch were also booked out.

So everyone's joy only lasted for a quarter of an hour, and then everyone went back to work.

"Zhao Hengzhi, are you really not going back to celebrate the New Year?" An Qiao asked again in confusion.

"Oh, I'm not going back, why are you so long-winded? If I leave, who will make the eight-treasure cake this morning? Who will make the perfect brocade box tonight? Stop talking nonsense at the door. You have to help today. Do you think you can get away with being lazy?" Zhao Hengzhi said unhappily and went into the house.

An Qiao was left alone, thinking silently in her heart, "You bastard."

Soon, Kyoto restaurants were filled with the smell of busyness.

An Qiao divides the people who book tables into large, medium and small groups, and also divides their tastes into east, west, south, north and center.

The dishes in the east are more fresh and fragrant, the dishes in the west are more sour and spicy, the dishes in the south are more sweet and delicious, and the dishes in the north are more pasta and have a heavier taste. In the end, the guests who chose the middle would order a little bit of everything.

According to the classification, every household decided what they wanted. Anqiao originally thought that the east, south, west and north would be more popular, but in the end, the majority of customers chose the middle ones.

In addition to food, Anqiao added some fried food to each table, choosing different fried food according to different regions.

An Qiao even made a pot of tomato sauce specially for the people who booked the south table.

It’s a pity that mustard cannot be made in a short time and the raw materials cannot be purchased. Otherwise, the guests who have booked the table on the west side would probably like it.

As for cakes, An Qiao ordered the same ones, perfect boxes with a little bit of everything. In addition to the best-selling snowy mooncakes, there were also a few of Zhao Hengzhi's signature cakes, plus a Dingsheng cake, which was quite tasty.

The drinks were varied, except for tea served to each table, other drinks could be purchased if desired. Otherwise, if wine was served to each table, it would be a waste if some tables did not drink.

In addition, there are people who only ordered some dishes without booking a table, such as tiger skin chicken feet, squirrel mandarin fish, freshly fried crispy, and pig offal that has gradually become a signature...

It should be the Chinese New Year. It was very lively outside early in the morning, and even the sound of firecrackers seemed to be coming one after another.

Kyoto Restaurant is not the only restaurant that prepares New Year’s Eve dinner, so even though the prices in the morning market are high, a lot of ingredients are sold.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Dongzhi from Kyoto Restaurant?" Dongzhi heard someone calling him, and when he turned around, he saw that it was the owner of Zhaofulou.

"Happy New Year, Shopkeeper Feng!" Dongzhi replied politely.

"Happy New Year, little brother." Shopkeeper Feng also replied, and then asked, "Is Jingdu Restaurant also going to prepare New Year's Eve dinner today?"

Dongzhi looked at the person in front of him warily and said, "It's a small business, there aren't many people."

"Don't be nervous, brother. It's like this. Our family was originally going to prepare a New Year's Eve dinner, but the table was hard to book with so many people coming and going. I'm not going to lie to you. I bought some ingredients before, thinking of using them for the New Year's Eve dinner, but not many tables were booked. So I decided not to make it. I'll just make some New Year's Eve dishes to sell. But there are too many ingredients, and they will be wasted if they are not used. I can sell them to you at a 20% discount. What do you think?" Shopkeeper Feng looked very sincere.

But Dongzhi always remembers what the young lady said, there is no such thing as a good deal, and there is no such thing as a free lunch. There are many royal relatives and officials who have booked a table tonight. If there is a problem with the food, who will be held responsible?

"Thank you for your kindness, Shopkeeper Feng. Our young lady has stockpiled a lot of food ingredients. I came out today just to buy some spices for her. She really can't eat so many ingredients. Shopkeeper Feng, why don't you ask someone else?" Dongzhi tried to lower his voice as much as possible, showing a sense of neither humility nor arrogance.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. If you can't swallow it, forget it." Shopkeeper Feng shook his hand in an open-minded manner, looking quite magnanimous.

Dongzhi was too embarrassed to return the gift. In fact, it is really difficult to refuse someone.

A young man nearby saw it and stepped forward to stop Shopkeeper Feng. “Shopkeeper Feng, right? Where are the goods? Can I go take a look?”

"Sure, young man. If I can't sell them, I'll pickle them all." Shopkeeper Feng didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and was quite calm.