In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

Chapter 119 New Changes at the Song Family Restaurant

Song Xiaoyi, Wu Lao, Shan Lao, and another person had a secret conversation at the teahouse until after 8 p.m. Wu Lao was picked up by Wu Fei, Shan Lao walked back to the museum, and Song Xiaoyi sat alone, lost in thought.

Although he felt confident and fearless, Song Xiaoyi couldn't guarantee that some capable people wouldn't have designs on him.

To prevent any unforeseen complications, it's best to hand it over as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

After making up his mind, Song Xiaoyi left the teahouse, went to a telecommunications store on the street, bought a mobile phone, got a SIM card, and called Wu Huai.

Then I took the subway to the high-speed rail station and bought a ticket back to Nanjing. I arrived home at 3 a.m.

Opening the door to Taoye Ferry on the second floor, Song Xiaoyi descended the stairs from the entrance hall to the kitchen and was stunned by the scene in the kitchen and downstairs!

It was three in the morning, and it was also three in the morning in the Ming Dynasty, but in the kitchen, Song Xuan's cousin was busy making instant noodles, and the large pot was still simmering mushroom and chicken stew, filling the whole kitchen with the rich aroma of mushroom and chicken stew.

Song Chen's cousin was busy steaming buns. The four steamers he had left behind had become six, and the steamers on each steamer had been stacked up to more than ten layers high, reaching all the way to the roof.

Downstairs, in the main hall of the Song Family Restaurant on the right, there are six coal-fired stoves arranged in a row, and dozens of stalls are neatly arranged around the stoves!

"Brothers Song Chen and Song Xuan, what's going on? It's only just past 1 AM, isn't it?"

Song Chen looked at Song Xiaoyi, a little confused, wondering where Xiaoyi came from. The downstairs door was locked and he couldn't open it. Oh, he came down from upstairs. "It's snowing heavily outside now, and our instant noodles and Yangzhou buns are very popular. People come knocking on the door right at dawn every day, so we have to prepare in advance."

"Steaming so many at once, will you be able to sell them all?"

"If we sell out, this is only a small amount. These six pots won't even sell by Chen Shi (7-9 AM). Once this pot is done, we'll immediately start packing the next one."

"Chen-ge, go call Hu-zi and Xiao-gang, this pot is ready to serve!"

The two were too busy to pay attention to Song Xiaoyi. Song Chen went downstairs to pat the two young men who were sleeping on the floor, then returned to the kitchen and, together with Song Xuan, skillfully carried down a steamer with more than ten layers in batches and placed it on the table near the stairwell on the first floor.

On the first floor, two young men who had just been woken up brought over a styrofoam box and worked together to neatly stack the buns into it one by one. Once the box was full, they would close it and then move on to another box. Their movements were quick and practiced, clearly indicating that they had worked together many times before!

Song Xiaoyi, the "behind-the-scenes boss," has become a mere spectator.

"You guys are really clever; you're using a fast food box to hold steamed buns."

"It was all Qiu-jie's idea!"

Well, seeing that everyone was busy, Song Xiaoyi joined in, carrying an empty steamer upstairs, opening the freezer to fill it with buns, and then carrying it downstairs to the pot.

"These boxes and boxes are so convenient; we can start selling them as soon as we open the door."

"Brother Xiao Yi, you've misunderstood. These boxes are being delivered to various government offices in the city."

"Holy crap, you guys are really going to take things a step further, doing business with the government?"

"This is nothing. You'll find out soon enough that the Imperial Guards themselves came to pick up the deliveries!"

While working and chatting, Song Xiaoyi finally understood that because of the snow, the business of restaurants, eateries and taverns outside had improved, but none of them could compare to the steamed buns of "Song's Eatery", the pancakes of the Song family and the fast food of "Jinyi Fast Food"!

The Song Family Restaurant has stopped serving lunch for about ten days. Wu Yunqiu did the math and found that although the Song Family Restaurant was doing well, the food preparation was troublesome and required a lot of manpower. The profits were less than half of those of the Song Family Restaurant. So, he simply stopped serving lunch at the restaurant and focused on selling instant noodles and steamed buns.

Wu Yunqiu's gamble paid off. Since the heavy snow started, the instant noodles and duck blood vermicelli soup sold out non-stop from morning till night at both shops.

After being recommended by those who had tried the food, the various government offices simply stopped opening their small kitchens after ordering steamed buns for breakfast. They offered steamed buns for breakfast and quick meals for lunch, which were delicious, cheap, convenient, and fast. The Imperial Guards even delivered the food, which improved the relationships between them.

As for the Song family's pancake business, those who slept on the ground floor in the shops on both sides were members of the Song family who went to various bustling areas of the city to sell pancakes.

The pancakes were in high demand and short supply, which completely revitalized the Song family of Moling. All the relatives and relatives were mobilized, some making stoves, some laying coal foundations, and some growing vegetables. However, the core technology and secret recipes were kept in the hands of the old clan chief.

In just over four months, Songjia Village has become the focus of attention for surrounding villages.

Before dawn, the clansmen downstairs got up one after another, rolled up their bedding and carried it to the stairwell in an orderly manner. Song Chen and Song Xuan carried the bedding to the second floor one by one and piled it in the hall.

Song Xuan cooked the instant noodles, poured them over the mushroom and chicken soup, and served them one by one. The clansmen quickly ate them with steamed buns.

"This really is... a well-organized flow, isn't it?"

Putting Wu Yunqiu here is a waste of his talent.

Just as Song Xiaoyi was thinking of Wu Yunqiu, Sister Qiu called from outside. When Song Xiaoyi opened the door, Sister Qiu was startled, "Yi—Brother Yi! How did you get back?"

"I came back from the Celestial Realm. From the capital to the Celestial Realm, and then from the Celestial Realm back to Jinling, it didn't snow in the Celestial Realm."

"Oh—oh?" Wu Yunqiu seemed to understand, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. Miaolan followed behind Sister Qiu; outside, many "Jinyi Fast Food" deliverymen were already waiting to pick up their boxes.

The worst part is that it's still snowing outside, and the snow on the ground has already reached knee-deep.

"Sister Qiu, Miaolan, with such heavy snow, the river must be frozen over, right? How did you manage to get here?"

"The river is frozen over, so we came across the ice. It was a bit slippery, but it was easier than rowing."

"No, Sister Qiu, you're so smart, why don't you go upstairs to sleep? You and Miaolan can go to the third floor, right?"

"The third floor is for Song Hao and his two brothers."

"Oh, no wonder Song Chen and Song Xuan were busy so early in the morning. Is Song Hao still sleeping?"

"Brother Hao was so busy that he didn't go to sleep until midnight."

"Oh, I didn't mean Hao-ge was sleeping, I just thought it was inconvenient for you to come and go from here—"

Song Xiaoyi pulled Wu Yunqiu aside, "Why don't you and Miaolan go sleep at the Song Mansion in the modern world? It hasn't snowed in the modern world, and there's a bridge connecting the two places, so it's convenient to go back and forth."

"The day before yesterday, Miaolan and I went there and happened to run into that girl Zhu'er—Lan'er felt uncomfortable with her scrutinizing gaze."

"Uh~"

What a tragedy!

I forgot about Pearl.

"Don't stand here in the way, let them take the steamed buns away."

"Oh, well. I've only been gone a few days, and I'm already an outsider—"

The number of customers at the Song family restaurant next door gradually increased. Song Xuan also gained experience in cooking noodles. He cooked the instant noodles one by one, drained the water, put them in bowls and set them aside. The bowls were arranged neatly, and soup was simmering in the pot. Anyone who wanted to eat could simply take a bowl, pour the soup over it, and serve it directly to the table, just like the food he had given to his clansmen before.