Food Intelligence King

Chapter 54 A Flash of Inspiration

The roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) uses braised pork.

This is a little different from the braised pork that Chen Zhou often makes.

Because when making braised pork, you don't add scallions, ginger, soy sauce, or caramelize sugar.

It relies entirely on spices (Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, cardamom, fennel seeds) and broth to enhance the color of the meat.

However, due to time constraints, Chen Zhou was unable to make the broth properly, so he still added caramel coloring.

But the final result was good.

The electric pressure cooker, after three hours of unattended slow cooking, still achieved the state Chen Zhou wanted.

Outside the kitchen,
Chen Taotao was a little slow in changing her shoes without Ms. Lin's help.

Her "It smells so good!" arrived late.

The little girl walked into the kitchen, having already missed the delightful moment when Chen Zhou scooped the braised pork out of the pot.

All I could see was the meat lying on the cutting board.

Lean meat crumbles easily with the back of a knife, and so does fatty meat.

The light brown pork skin trembled precariously on the cutting board.

Because the meat had just been taken out of the pot, it was still steaming hot after being cut open.

It looks incredibly appetizing.

Ms. Lin managed to remain rational, walked over to Chen Zhou, and used tongs to help take the baiji bun out of the oven.

Chen Taotao was really drooling with envy.

From her height, the kitchen countertop looked like a small mountain of flesh.

She tugged at Chen Zhou's clothes:
"Dad, I want to try a bite of the meat first."

When Chen Zhou looked down, he not only saw the drool at the corner of the little girl's mouth, but also seemed to see little stars in her eyes.

There's absolutely no reason to refuse.

He quickly picked out a small piece, skin and meat, with both fat and lean meat, and fed it to his daughter.

"Aww."

Peach, be careful it's hot.

Chen Zhou had to be careful with his hands.

Meanwhile, Ms. Lin had already taken over the work on the cutting board.

Cutting the baiji bun in half so that the two halves are almost the same size is something she can do with ease.

Next, we stuff it with meat.

Purely lean meat doesn't taste good; a mix of lean and fatty meat is the best.

Of course, a small spoonful of steaming hot broth scooped from the pot is also indispensable.

Let the broth flow over the surface of the braised pork one last time, slowly seeping into the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside steamed bun.

This is the taste of home.

Lin Yifan held a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) in her hand, her mind preoccupied with the fact that Chen Zhou had booked tickets for her that morning.

She praised:

"You did a really good job."

0.5 has been received; no further explanation needed.

Lin Yifan usually doesn't eat much for dinner, but today she ate a whole roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Chen Taotao knew she couldn't eat a whole one.

They insist on slicing the steamed bun in half and eating it as a half.

Ms. Lin could only hold half a slice of baiji bread tightly to prevent the meat and soup from spilling, and then slowly put it into her mouth.

Chen Zhou also tried one.

But eating it myself is only a satisfaction of taste; watching my wife and children eat it is a spiritual enjoyment.

Without realizing it, Chen Zhou felt that he was loving cooking more and more.

At first, it was for a living, but now he has learned to enjoy the process.

Cooking for your family is about sharing meals with them every day.

While you might not receive immediate praise from customers when you cook for them, the sheer volume of positive reviews while you're out at your stall is undeniably a testament to the positive feedback you're getting.

That evening, Ms. Lin made a phone call home and then relayed her mother-in-law's words to Chen Zhou:

"My mom said the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) you make is so good you could open another shop." My mother-in-law is a total flatterer; she didn't even taste it.

But these words made Chen Zhou think about them more deeply.

If the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) were also placed in the breakfast stall, Chen Zhou alone would be too busy to manage the kitchen.

Because he had to make and steam the buns.

With the customer traffic I had when I first set up my stall, I was already busy enough. Turning around to cutting meat and baking bread was simply unrealistic.

However, the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) also gave Chen Zhou some inspiration.

Is it feasible to make steamed buns with cooked meat filling? I think there's some talk about it.

Moreover, if the meat is already cooked, it can shorten the steaming time of the buns.

The dough for Baiji buns doesn't need to be baked for now.

This way, you can have another type of filling for your steamed buns.

Chen Zhou looked at his wife with delight: "I think we can try something different."

Lin Yifan glanced at Chen Taotao, who was playing with the cat in the living room, and whispered, "What do you say?"

Chen Zhou: "Wrap the braised pork in buns."

After listening, Ms. Lin simply said "Oh".

"That should be fine too."

Chen Zhou remembered the neighborhood's residents' group chat, so he took a picture and posted it in the group.

It also helps maintain relationships with clients:
"Neighbors, our shop is planning to launch a new type of cooked meat bun. Any suggestions? [Image]"

The neighbors in the group, who were waiting for Chen Zhou to open his shop, became active again:
"This stewed meat looks really good; steamed buns with this meat filling would definitely be delicious."

“Is that right?”
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"I mean the filling for the buns is correct, but is it right that you posted it at this time?"

I'm not a foodie: "Whatever I crave today, I'll eat it all back later."

Zihan's mother: "Boss, I remember your ID used to be your house number, why did you change it?"

Chen Zhou:
I need to hurry up and open my own shop.

It's a pity we can't open a service hall. Can't we speed up the rigid procedures?

the next day,
Taking advantage of the peak working hours, Chen Zhou once again arrived at window number 8 in the service hall.

The last time I came was about a month ago; I've opened my own shop since then.

If you don't pay close attention, the staff at the window all seem to have pretty much the same expression.

His face seemed to say: You'd better get this done right the first time.

But thinking back to my own time working at the company, I wasn't exactly happy either, so I can understand to some extent.

Behind the glass window, the young girl mentioned in the intelligence report asked Chen Zhou to hand over his identification documents and materials one by one.

After examining her, she suddenly looked up at Chen Zhou and said:

"Hey, I remember you, you came here last time."

Chen Zhou nodded, "Yes, I came here last time to apply for a stall permit."

The little girl said admiringly:

"I didn't expect your business to be so good. It's only been a short time since you opened the shop. Has it been a month?"

"It's been over a month."

Attracting customers is a skill that every small business owner should cultivate.

Chen Zhou invited her:

"You can come and try it when you have time. It's located in the shops at the bottom of the Sunshine City residential complex, right next to the south gate. My shop mainly sells steamed buns."

The young woman at the window showed him the rental contract she had handed him and smiled:
"It's all here. There's a pretty complete set of items. Just go back and wait for on-site verification."

This was the first time Wang Ying had ever felt curious about the people she was dealing with.

No matter what business he was handling, Mr. Chen was always so efficient and prepared all the necessary documents.

My mood at work has improved a lot as a result.

Moreover, in just one month, he went from setting up a street stall to opening his own shop.

I have a feeling his business must be doing very well.

The steamed buns probably taste pretty good too.

(End of this chapter)