Chapter 6, Fried Dumplings

Early the next morning, Shi Ke moved two sets of tables and chairs from the store to the door of the store, and set up a stove next to it. Xingping also came to help.

After the two of them finished their work, Xingping wiped his sweat.

"What are you doing? Such a big fight. Is the store not big enough? Get it to the door."

"Snack stand, food stand, put it in the house, is that still called a food stand?"

Xingping was stunned.

You are so right, I am speechless.

"I'm going to buy groceries, should you go to school too?"

Xingping was stunned for a moment, looked at his phone, picked up the ready lunch box, and ran away, "Ah!! I'm going to be late!"

"Goodbye. I wish you a happy study today." Shi Ke watched Xingping leave.

"Damn it!!" Xingping turned the corner and disappeared with a growl.

"Yeah. The pot is a bit small, let's use it." Shi Ke shook the pan in his hand.

It can't be compared with Chinese pots, it's too small.

"Go shopping first. We'll decide what to do when we come back." Shi Ke hummed a little tune and set off towards the vegetable market.

Around 9:30, Shi Ke came back carrying the burden and humming Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.

"Hey, little brother. Are you opening a store today?" The regular customer uncle in Xingping's store had already arrived.

"Um...Hello everyone. I'm the one who opened the shop today, but if the food isn't delicious, don't blame the boss. I'm just making extra money."

"Where's the boss?"

"He has something to do, and he probably won't be back until this evening. Xin Ping is going to school. I'll borrow the site and make some snacks for sale."

"Snacks. Brother, do you have a boss who cooks delicious food? At the beginning, the pepper cakes he made were quite delicious. We want to eat them again all over the street."

"Oh. I'm making fried dumplings today. If everyone thinks it's okay, please support me."

"Oh? Fried dumplings. Chinese fried dumplings?"

"Of course. However, I have made certain modifications according to Japanese cuisine, I am afraid you may not be used to it."

"I haven't eaten it yet, so I'll order one first. When can I eat it?"

"The first pot will come out around eleven o'clock." Shi Ke looked at his phone.

"Really? Then I'll have fried dumplings for lunch today. Brother, I heard Boss Xingping say that your cooking skills are very good at the vegetable market yesterday morning."

"No, it's about the same as Xinghei-kun."

"That's pretty good! Xingping is the best cook on this street."

"Then thank you for the compliment, uncle."

"Then I'll come back at noon."

"Well. Uncle, goodbye."

After the uncle left, Shi Ke went back to the house and started making fried dumplings at noon.

Time passed in a flash.

Shi Ke arrived at the door with the two hundred fried dumplings he had just made.

The uncle had arrived long ago, along with two other regular customers of Xingping restaurant.

"Uncle, you're here a bit early. It's not eleven o'clock yet."

"Watching other people cook is also a kind of enjoyment."

"Then please sit down, I will serve the fried dumplings once they are out of the pan."

"Okay." The uncle found a chair and beckoned the other two to sit down.

"Yamamoto, there are only fried dumplings today? Why don't we switch to another one. Boss Xingping and the kid are not here, so I'm afraid we're going to smash the signboard."

"Oh, the boss of this kid Xingping said that he did a good job. I guess it is at least on the same level as Xiao Xingping. What he cooks can be eaten."

"Oh? I can't tell." Regular customer A glanced at Shi Ke who was slowly pouring water into the pan.

"Don't worry about it. It's not delicious, so just don't eat his food in the future? This kid probably won't stay here for long." Regular customer B said.

Bark! ! ! A strange fragrance immediately filled the nostrils of the three of them, interrupting their words.

"It seems to be really capable." Regular customer a.

"I told you earlier." Uncle.

"When I smell this smell, I'm... hungry." Regular customer b.

"Me too." Regular customer A wiped his saliva.

"Young man, hurry up, these two are hungry."

"Oh, right now, five minutes."

Five minutes later, "Everyone has been waiting for a long time." Shi Ke brought three plates of fried dumplings to the table.

Arranged in a row, five golden-yellow fried dumplings with simple shapes and big fillings were slightly moist and oily, and a faintly scented fragrance seduced the stomachs of the three guests.

"It's delicious! It's really fragrant!" The uncle picked up the plate and smelled it.

"Smell a fart, eat." Regular customer A couldn't wait to pick up a fried dumpling and stuff it into his mouth.

"It's hot...it's delicious!! It's hot! But it's really delicious! Hohohohoho...it's burning me to death!" Regular customer A was as hot as a fan when the fried dumplings stuffed into his mouth Like, also refused to spit out.

"Sir, eat slowly. It's just out of the pot, eat it too fast, it will burn your mouth." Shi Ke went over with a glass of cold water and said.

"Hmm!! Ha... Thank you."

"You, you are too impatient. How can you eat such a good thing in one bite? You have to eat it slowly, so that you can taste the real taste. Your mouth is so hot now that you can't taste it. For the time being, we can only watch us eat, how miserable it is."

"It's okay, it's delicious. I was the first to eat it, and I'll eat it slowly next time. There are five on a plate, I can't get enough."

"Don't be picky, it's a snack, not a staple food."

The uncle looked at his fried dumplings, picked up one to look at, and bit down slowly, completely stunned.

"This minced meat actually bounces to the teeth. It's so bouncy! It's like a tornado is set off in the mouth! The gravy is perfect, the meat is firm, and it is combined with the crispy fried dumpling skin. It's so good and so refreshing. Yes. Hey... How come this meat filling has a cool and sweet feeling, these dumplings are obviously hot. What kind of seasoning will make people feel cool?" The uncle looked at Shi Ke.

Shi Ke smiled and said nothing, and declined to inquire about business secrets.

"Um... I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask about this. I lost my temper." The uncle was a little embarrassed, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he got angry, the more serious he was, and he had another game!

"Hey, good class." Shi Ke came with fried dumplings.

Regular customer B ate two dumplings, boasted for a long time, thought for a while, took out his phone, and called for help.

After a while, a dozen or so young people came in a group.

"Hello, teacher." The young man greeted regular customer B.

"Well, try it quickly, the fried dumplings here are really delicious. If you are not my students, I will not tell you. Buy it quickly, the quantity is not large, and you will have nothing to eat if you are late. "

The students looked at each other, bought a few copies suspiciously, and tasted them. Then, ..., the phone rang, and the store was full.

"Oh, there are a lot of people." Shi Ke looked at the shop full of people, touched his chin, and brought out all the remaining dumplings from the refrigerator, three hundred.

Shi Ke thought about it and put back forty for dinner.

In the world of foodies, food always runs out very fast.

That's right, the 260 dumplings were all sold out in less than an hour, and it was only twelve o'clock.

"I'm sorry, it's sold out." Shi Ke announced.

"Huh? I just arrived!" said the eldest sister in line.

"Big sister, you have lined up to buy four times." Shi Ke touched his chin and said.

The eldest sister walked away in despair.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I really don't have any materials today. So, I'm sorry, I'm closing early." Shi Ke showed his empty vegetable basket.

"Oh, I want to eat two more plates..." The customers in line were all regretful.

"Everyone can do it tomorrow. I'll do more tomorrow."

"Okay! I'll come early tomorrow morning!"

"Don't be too early, the first pot can be made around seven o'clock." Shi Ke said.

"That's good!! I'll have fried dumplings for breakfast tomorrow."

In the next ten minutes, Shi Ke persuaded all the guests to leave.

"Huh...I'm exhausted. Money, money." Shi Ke carried the money he earned today into the shop, tidied it up, licked Thumb, and started counting.

After a hard day, counting money is fun.

After counting the money, Shike started cleaning. The mop, the broom, and the rag are stunned, and the store looks like it has been refurbished.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, when Xingping came home, Shi Ke was sitting on the ladder cleaning the white paint on the signboard.

"Shi Ke, how are the food stalls doing today?"

"It's okay, the stall will be closed at twelve o'clock."

"You won't smash the signboard, will you? So early?"

"There are fewer snacks, and they are sold out before twelve o'clock. After all, I am alone."

"What kind of snacks did you make? Selling so fast?"

"Fried dumplings."

"Aren't fried dumplings a staple food? When did they become a snack?"

"Eating it as a meal is called a staple food. Eating it as a snack is a snack. My fried dumplings are only five, and they can only be used as a snack."

"It's only five per serving...it's really black."

"You can't let me sell it at a loss. What brand is this paint? The cleaner is useless. It's really hard to wipe off." After finishing speaking, Shi Ke wiped the signboard twice vigorously, but the paint did not budge.

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"I'll come." Xingping said.

Shi Ke twitched his lips, happy to relax, and went down the ladder to change people.

Kohei climbed up the ladder and began to wipe the paint.

After a while, the boss came back with the bag.

"Dad." Xingping sat on the ladder and greeted.

"..., it seems that something happened." The boss glanced at the signboard, but he didn't care much from his expression, he just mentioned it in passing.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a group of unreasonable guests came." Xing Ping said flatly, but he was in his heart.

This store is the bastion where I have studied cooking to the extreme. No matter who comes, I will not let this store close.

"Chuangzhen..., I plan to go out of business for two or three years."

Crack~! Oh~~~" Xingping got down from the ladder.

As for how it got down, imagine by yourself according to the sound. Anyway, it's just a pain in the ass to see Shi Ke next to him.

"However, having said that, I still have to apologize to the regular customers." The boss actually walked into the store without even looking at it. It seems that he is quite confident in Xingping's ability to resist attacks.

"Apologize to your son first!!" Xing Ping got up vigorously, and his ability to resist blows was really amazing.

A certain author: In the anime world, chefs can't get along unless they resist beatings.

"How can...how can you make your own opinion?!" Xingping was quite resistant to closing down.

"My former partner asked me if I wanted to work with him. It will be busy there for the time being, so I don't have time to go back to the store. I packed my luggage and left immediately."

"Wait a moment..."

"I will call you for your living expenses."

"Wait for me!!! I want to stay in this store all the time...just to surpass my dad~!" Xingping was so excited.

"Pfft..." The boss stretched out his right hand and gently pressed Xingping's chest.

Xingping was stunned, what are you doing?

"It's time to embark on a journey!! Chuangzhen, go and test your ability!!"

"???"

"Here." The boss took out a document from his bag.

Shi Ke stretched his neck and looked at it, thinking, "The one that should come is still here."

Xingping took a look, "Cook school?"

"Yes, this is the application for admission."

"Why do I still have to go to that kind of place to learn cooking?"

"Isn't it just right? You can go to this college for further study during the few years you have been out of business, and you can also get high school credits."

"ah?"

"That's it, you go to study for three years."

"Okay..." Xingping replied weakly, feeling in his heart.

It's an idiot to actually spend money to learn cooking...