northernbook Chapter 191 The secret discovered?
Chapter 191 The secret discovered?
"Lu Yao, Lu Yao! You're back?" As soon as Song Yan got out of the car, he shouted happily towards Xiaolou.
Lu Yao walked out of the door happily. Seeing Song Yan coming, she was very happy and hurried to greet him.
I don't know if it's for the New Year celebration, but today Song Yanyi is wearing a red dress with a golden Ruyi pattern embroidered on it. The outer deep red cloak is trimmed with white fur.
No one knew whether it was fox fur, raccoon fur, or mink fur, but Lu Yao just felt that it was very rich.
More importantly, handsome.
"Mr. Song, Happy New Year! I wish you a happy new year!" Lu Yao quickly bowed deeply towards Song Yanyi.
She also greeted Jin Chuan'er and Ling Xiao behind her and wished them a happy new year: "Brother Jin Chuan'er, sister Ling Xiao, happy new year."
Jin Chuan'er and Ling Xiao quickly returned the gift, and Song Yan's mouth corners were curled up with joy.
Several people entered the house and sat down. Lu Yao quickly made tea for everyone and exchanged some greetings.
"Lu Yao, you're not back early. I thought your store would open a few days earlier."
"I have a lot of things to do at home, so I stayed a few more days. Is Mr. Song's shop open already?"
"Yeah." Song Yan nodded.
He owned a restaurant, an inn, a beauty shop, two cloth shops, three grocery stores, a grain and oil shop, and a study that sold pens, ink, paper, and books.
Except for the inn which remains open all the time and the restaurant which opens on the second day of the Lunar New Year, all other shops open on the third day.
Not only do they open a day earlier than the average of their peers, but many store owners also visit major clients on New Year's Day to wish them a happy new year and maintain their high-quality old customers.
Even Song Yanyi himself, on behalf of Meinanfang, visited many distinguished big customers on the first day of the new year.
"Mr. Song's business acumen is really strong." Lu Yao couldn't help but praise him.
Many of his marketing methods are similar to what he learned in his previous life.
And he never slacks off and is always ahead of others.
No wonder the business is doing so well.
When Song Yan heard Lu Yao's praise, his heart was as sweet as honey: "Thank you for the compliment, but some shops do have to open earlier. During the New Year, many people like to go shopping."
Just like in Lu Yao’s previous life, every Chinese New Year and other holidays, all kinds of shopping malls and restaurants were packed with people.
"Actually, your fried chicken stall is a food business. Logically, the business should be good before and after the New Year. Why do you close early and open late?"
In Song Yanyi's impression, Lu Yao is a serious and hardworking person. Why didn't he seize this wave of business during the New Year?
Lu Yao shrugged slightly: "In addition to wanting to adjust my business, another reason is that the chickens can't keep up!"
There are no large-scale chicken farms here. Although every household in the village raises chickens, the number is small and they are often kept for laying eggs, and not many people sell them.
Because there are many people and little space in the city, few people raise these poultry at home.
Wang Xiaowu collected chickens from everywhere. Although he tried his best, he couldn't supply too many.
Before the New Year, many farmers would slaughter chickens and sheep for the New Year, so Lu Yao's supply of live chickens was even smaller.
If we can only fry two or three every day, we might as well close the shop and take a holiday.
"So that's how it is." Song Yan smiled, "If I had known you were short of chicken, you would have come to me!"
Lu Yao was surprised: "You have a chicken?"
"I own two farms, and I raise some pigs, sheep, and poultry there." Song Yan calculated for a moment, "At the end of the year, when the farm managers come to deliver New Year's goods, they bring the account books of the farm's output that year. I remember that each farm had more than 3,000 chickens."
Song Jiaguang has several restaurants, and some of the ingredients are produced and supplied by his own farm.
There were plenty of pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, and fish, which supplied the Song family's restaurant and also covered the expenses of the Song residence.
"If you need anything in the future, I can help you contact the manager." Song Yan promised easily.
Lu Yao opened her mouth in surprise, feeling like she was hugging a golden thigh.
She was very worried about the shortage of supply before the New Year, otherwise how could she urge her family to raise chickens in the new year?
Now Song Yan easily solved the problem with just a few words.
Lu Yao quickly served tea to the boss: "Thank you, Mr. Song."
While chatting and laughing, they actually managed to make a small business.
"Miss Lu, my young master is so good to you, you won't just offer him tea and call it a day, right?" Jin Chuaner started again.
Lu Yao raised her eyebrows and saw Song Yan pursed his lips and smiled. She thought for a moment and said, "Of course not! It's almost noon now. I'll treat you to a meal and I'll cook you some chicken myself!"
Song Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Jin Chuan'er clapped her hands happily: "That's great! Last time I said I wanted to try Miss Lu's fried chicken, and today I finally got my wish!"
"I have to show off my skills today!" Lu Yao clenched his fists and said confidently.
Inviting Song Yanyi to dinner was something Lu Yao had wanted to do for a long time.
But Song Yan's family has good food, and they also run their own restaurant. It would be too presumptuous to invite guests outside. It would be better to prepare a table of unique fried chicken here and let Song Yan and his friends taste this delicacy from another world.
There was a prepared chicken in the small building, and Lu Yao marinated it to an extreme degree.
After a short pause, Lu Yao heated up the oil in a pan, put on an apron, and started cooking seriously like a master chef.
When the golden crispy chicken skin and crispy chicken nuggets were served, Song Yanyi, Jin Chuaner and Ling Xiao's eyes all lit up.
"It smells so good!" Song Yan praised, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and finally I can eat it!"
He quickly picked up a piece of crispy chicken with chopsticks, tested the heat and put it in his mouth.
The tender chicken is wrapped in a crispy shell, and the softness is full of the aroma of the marinade.
It is a delicious mixture of meat aroma, seasoning aroma, and fried fat aroma. With the slightly spicy powder on the outside, the deliciousness of the chicken nuggets is sublimated to a new level.
"It's indeed different!" Song Yanyi not only got the taste right away, but also keenly discovered that Lu Yao's fried food was different from what he usually ate.
Whether in the Song Mansion or in the restaurant, the fried food made by the chefs is often covered with a thick layer of batter.
Even if some chefs have good skills and wrap it very thinly, it is still much thicker than the one fried by Lu Yao.
The key is the crispiness, which other chefs really can't make.
But when frying food, battering is really important, the flavor and taste are all in it.
Ergouzi's frying skills seem to be very advanced. Not only does she mix the batter very well, but the food she fries is also very different at first glance.
For example, there are not only two kinds of fried chicken on this table, but because there is a lot of batter, Lu Yao also fried something else.
The fried vegetables were covered with batter, which was crystal clear and you could clearly see the leaves inside.
Whether it is meat or vegetable batter, it has a "transparent" texture.
It's just magical.
"Lu Yao, do you have a secret to this technique or a secret recipe for making the batter?" Song Yanyi asked seriously.