Chapter 286 I don’t know how to make barbecued pork buns
Zhou Bai walked into the Douhua shop.
Hua Lin heard the sound of someone entering the door, and panickedly put the things she was painting into the drawer.
Zhou Bai's gaze followed her movements.
I saw the thing in her hand passing by, and I could barely make out what she was holding in her hand, which seemed to be... a menu.
If it's just a normal menu, does she need to be so flustered?
This thought flashed through Zhou Bai's mind, and his pupils shrank suddenly, but he still forced himself to calm down.
Then she smiled at Hua Lin.
"you again?
What question do you want to ask this time?
Let me tell you in advance that I don't welcome you very much. "
Zhou Bai still kept a smile on his face, shrugged at her, pretended to be helpless and said casually.
"Your snack street is really strange.
There is not even a shop that sells pork buns. "
There was a slight change in the expression on Hua Lin's face, but it quickly returned to normal.
"What's so strange about this.
Come on, don't hinder me from doing things. "
Zhou Bai stood still without moving.
"Of course it's strange.
Barbecued pork buns are simple and easy to make.
Make it and sell it, the business will definitely be good.
Right?
I don't believe in such a simple thing, you can't do it? "
Zhou Bai spoke in a tone as if he was chatting normally.
But when Hua Lin heard Zhou Bai's last words, her face changed drastically.
"What broken pork bun?
Of course I won't do it.
Hurry up and go, don't stay here. "
Zhou Bai looked at her like this, so of course he wouldn't let go of this topic.
"You don't know how to make pork buns, I can teach you."
Seeing that this annoying person still didn't leave, Hua Lin could only pick up a rag and wipe the table to relieve her anxiety.
Zhou Bai looked at her, and slowly, sentence by sentence, said what she told him, and then said it out.
“The most important thing in making char siew buns is to adjust the marinade.
Sorghum wine, soy sauce, oil consumption, white sugar...
As long as you marinate well, you won’t be able to tell what kind of meat you’re using…”
Just as Zhou Bai finished his last word, he suddenly heard a "bang", and a water glass on the table was knocked over to the ground.
Hua Lin squatted on the ground in a panic, trying to pick up the glass shards on the ground with her hands.
Zhou Bai saw that he had already understood what he should understand.
While she was squatting on the ground, she turned around and walked out of the bean flower shop.
Behind Zhou Bai, Hualin picked up half of the glass and suddenly calmed down.
"What char siu buns?
Why don't you come in with your sister and teach me a lesson? "
Holding a large piece of broken sharp glass, her face changed into a charming smile, and she stood up from behind the counter.
But when she took a closer look, she found that there was no one else in the Douhua shop except herself.
So she stomped her feet angrily, and threw the piece of glass in her hand to the ground again.
This time, the piece of glass was finally completely shattered into slag.
Zhou Bai walked outside the Douhua shop.
On his left side, you can see the old couple who run the steamed stuffed bun shop, still standing alone inside the shop.
Zhou Bai's eyes fell on the opening hours of their store.
From 8 am to 10 pm.
After seeing their business hours clearly, Zhou Bai thought about it, but decided to go over and confirm again.
"Young man, do you want to buy buns again?"
Zhou Bai smiled and shook his head at them.
"I'm not hungry yet.
But the bean paste buns are really delicious.
I want to ask you what time you close the stall today. If I want to eat tonight, I can still come over. "
The old man had a rather dull face, and only then did he show a smile.
"Just like it, just like it.
We waited until our son's birthday passed before closing the stall. "
Zhou Bai nodded.
"Okay, I remembered.
I hope you can wait for him today. "
Grandma's expression also changed at this time.
"Young man, I would like to borrow your good words.
I think we will wait for him today. "
Zhou Bai didn't stay long, and after saying goodbye to them, he walked out of the bun shop.
Behind Zhou Bai, the door of the Douhua shop was half open.
Hua Lin was still standing inside, lowering her head and fiddling with the things on the table.
Zhou Bai didn't turn his head to look at her, but continued to walk forward.
A year ago, Hualin knew how to make barbecued pork buns. It is impossible that Hualin can't do it now.
Obviously, she was lying just now.
Then why does she need to lie about this, something that seems so small to others?
That can only show that for her, this is not a small matter.
From the information he just obtained, Zhou Bai can almost be sure that even if Hua Lin is not the mastermind, she is at least involved in the making of the barbecued pork buns.
Next, I have to check to see if she has any accomplices.
Zhou Bai was looking for that roast pork knuckle shop along the road.
Three time and space, there are quite a few rules about this roast pork knuckle shop.
Moreover, the owner of this shop is also in a relationship with Hua Lin.
Looking at it this way, his suspicion is not small.
It took Zhou Bai about five minutes to walk to the door of the roasted pig's trotters shop.
The owner of their shop is also the only chef in the shop.
Although there are not many customers, every time Zhou Bai passes by here, he can be seen busy standing in front of the barbecue pit.
"Should I buy pig's trotters?
Go away without buying, don't stand here in the way. "
A waiter who looked only in his teens saw Zhou Bai standing at the door with his whole body dirty, so he chased him away.
Before this dungeon, Zhou Bai rarely received such treatment.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.
But when I think of those homeless people, they will be treated like this every day, but suddenly I can’t laugh.
He sorted out his mood, then smiled again, and said to the waiter in front of him.
"This pig's trotter smells really good.
How much is a copy? "
The waiter showed a suspicious expression.
"Can you afford you?
Excellent roasted trotters, 68 yuan each.
How about it? pay it. "
Zhou Bai stared at the shop owner, who was lowering his head and brushing the sauce.
"Oh, that's how it is.
Did he make all your roasted trotters? "
The waiter was young, so he was easily led astray by Zhou Bai's thoughts.
"Yes, that's our boss.
All the roasted pig’s trotters in our store are made by him. "
Zhou Bai continued the routine.
"He did it all?
Then he is very hard?
He's been standing in front of the grill all day, doesn't he have to leave? "
The waiter felt that this person had a lot of questions, and he became a little irritable when he spoke.
"You think everyone doesn't have to work like you?
Our boss goes to work every day, except for eating and going to the toilet, he almost roasts pig's feet. "
Zhou Bai glanced at the business hours marked on the store entrance.
"Then he has to wait until you guys leave work at 10 pm before he can leave in front of the grill?"
The waiter gave Zhou Bai a blank look.
"if not?
So, do you want to buy trotters or not? "
Zhou Bai smiled at him.
"Of course not.
68 yuan each, do you think I'm a fool? "
(end of this chapter)