Chop meat fillings also require knife techniques. Chop, also known as chopping, is a straight knife method that makes boneless raw materials into mud-shaped fuzzy. Although Zhu Lao Er said nothing about Su Le, he already agreed with Su Le's extraordinary talent in his heart. After all, this kid has been struggling in the kitchen for more than ten years. Faced with the task of 20 kilograms of meat fillings, Su Le used double-knife slashing, which is also the most domineering and domineering style of the knife technique. Zhu Lao Er pointed out the key point to him. First, when chopping, you should not lift the knife too high. The two knifes are not parallel, but narrow in front and wide in the back. The two swords are up and down, from left to right, from right to left, and chop them in a passionate rhythm. Every time you chop, the raw materials must be turned over until the raw materials are chopped into the required uniform mud.

After Su Le's probation period expired, Zhu Laoer gave him his first salary in his life, a salary of 200 yuan and a bonus of 200 yuan. Su Le was surprised and said, "So much! Master, didn't you agree to have 200 yuan?"

Zhu Laoer smiled and said, "You really treat me as Zhou Basai? You have taken you as your apprentice. Why do I, a master, have the face to deduct your wages?"

Su Le smiled and said, "Master, you can't spend much money when you have food and accommodation. Besides, if you teach me so much, I have to pay some tuition, right?" This guy was polite, and took the four hundred dollars and put it in his pocket.

Zhu Laoer said: "Don't you want it?"

Su Le said: "Don't you let down Master's love?"

"Bah! I really regret it. Why did you accept you, a sloppy boy, as your apprentice?"

Su Le said: "Master, don't say that, it hurts my self-esteem. I love face. You should praise me more. The more you praise me, the stronger I am motivated."

Zhu Laoer said: "Have you ever heard of a strict teacher becoming a high disciple? If I praise you, your kid's tail would have been overwhelmed. Besides, do you think you have something worthy of me to praise?"

Only then did Su Le notice that he was carrying a white-washed Nike bag in his hand, which was also an imitation. In fact, even if the real one was carried on him, it was exactly the same as an imitation: "Master, are you planning to go out?"

Zhu Lao Er nodded and said, "I want to go on a long trip, about a week, and it may be a little longer, but I will definitely come back before the end of the month."

Su Le was anxious when he heard this: "Master, there are more than ten days left before the third day of the seventh lunar month. I haven't learned a dish with you."

Zhu Laoer said: "The key is to participate. Don't you always say that you are a spare tire in my ear? Maybe your little sister will be back in the past two days, so you don't have to be too stressed."

Su Le knew in his heart that Zhu Laoer didn't expect much from him at all. With these two tricks, even if he went to the internal food competition of Yanxi Hall through twenty days of intensive training, he would probably inevitably be destined to be downstream. Su Le gave himself a very clear positioning. He didn't want to win the championship, but just wanted to make trouble. I couldn't win the first place, and he wanted to pull down Shen Yingnan's grandson. Of course, positioning is one thing, but what he was thinking in his heart is another thing. Su Le still held such a little luck. Perhaps with his cooking skills and extraordinary performance on the spot, he could really stand out and win the championship?

Zhu Laoer said: "Our hotel has been closed for a lot of days. The pig-killing business has also been stopped in the past two days. The hotel will definitely be handed over at the end of the month. But if you can earn a little, you can earn a little. You have learned to steam buns. I will also hand over the recipe for mixing stuffing. I will sell the buns all the time during this period. The amount is enough, and it can be reduced by half."

Su Le nodded, guessing that Zhu Laoer's outing this time was probably related to Zhu Xiaojiao.

Zhu Laoer looked at the canteen and said, "The contract is due at the end of this month. People are unwilling to renew the lease. We can only leave when the time comes. Let's stop cooking and cooking. When I come back, we will move the things away."

In fact, there is not much to move in this store, except for two freezers, there are some tattered tables and chairs.

Su Le said: "Master, don't worry, I will get everything done."

Zhu Laoer said: "Although I sell buns, the quality of the process is not careless at all. I have never lost the brand after buying the big meat buns from the meat conjunction factory for so many years. In the last few days, I can't be insured late. The business is not big or small, but as long as I work for one day, I have to pay attention to my conscience for a day."

Su Le smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I will practice my Tai Chi kneading dough well. When you come back, I will be better than the blue."

Zhu Laoer smiled and said, "I wish I could come soon this day." But he thought to himself that the situation is better than the blue, and there is no hope for a short period of ten or twenty years.

After Zhu Laoer left, Su Le followed his instructions and bought steamed buns with noodles every day. His workload is only half of the past, so he naturally became much easier. Through this period of intensive training, let alone, Su Le's Tai Chi dough kneading skills have made great progress, because he has to chop meat filling every day. Su Le's double swords have made rapid progress. This guy finally found the rhythm in his master's mouth. When he waved his double swords to chop, he chose Jay Chou's "Nunchaku" in the background music. Dance the nunchaku, yell hahuhe, dance the nunchaku, yell hahuhe...

Although Su Le did not have nunchucks in his hands, the two kitchen knives were not vague.

Su Le was immersed in his own rhythm and was chopping the stuffing of buns in the kitchen. He heard someone shouting outside: "Zhu Laoer! Zhu Laoer!"

Su Le chopped the meat filling, inserted two chopping knives on the chopping board, picked up a towel, wiped his hands and walked out.

There were three middle-aged people standing outside. The middle-aged man wearing a short-sleeved shirt in the middle, Su Le, had seen him. This person was Liu Deli, the manager of the tertiary industry office of the Meat Coupon Factory. He was responsible for the canteen, warehouse and other external rents. Su Le worked here for more than a month and had never seen him pay for it. In this world, every official is greedy. The younger the official, the more greedy he is, the less he is, the less he knows to cover up.

Su Le smiled and said, "Manager Liu, my master is not here. He went on a long journey and did not come back a week later."

Liu Deli narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Le, obviously not taking the boy seriously: "Leave? I said why haven't you moved yet?"

Su Le said: "The contract expired at the end of last month, and there are nine days left." He was about to get the buns for Liu Deli, but when he heard him say this, Su Le stopped again.

Liu Deli waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and contact your master and move out as soon as possible. The new contractor is scheduled to open on July 1st. They will come to clean up tomorrow. You can move out quickly and don't affect their opening."

Su Le said: "Why? Our contract has not expired, why should we leave?" He didn't expect that the trouble would come as soon as the master left.

Liu Deli pointed to his nose and said, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. I'll tell you that the person who contracted this place is Cui Dahu. You may not have heard of his fame."

Su Le said: "I haven't heard of it yet. I don't care whether he is Cui Dahu or Cui Dagou. Our contract has not arrived one day, so we have to continue working here. When will we leave when it expires."

Liu Deli said: "Boy, don't make yourself uncomfortable, let Zhu Laoer call me."

Su Le ignored him after he turned his eyelids. Anyway, he had a contract in hand and was afraid of him as a bird. Su Le was originally a newborn calf who was not afraid of a tiger, and he did not lack experience in dealing with this kind of scene. He thought that the situation on Chunfeng Street was much more complicated than this, so he also persisted until the last day of the contract. After Liu Deli left, Su Le immediately called his master, but Zhu Laoer's cell phone was always turned off.

Since he couldn't make the phone call, Su Le had to give up. He still had to sell buns with peace of mind, one dollar per big meat bun, and he could sell 400 pieces a day. It was a considerable income by the end of the month. Fortunately, after Liu Deli came here, he never showed up again, so Su Le calmed down and bought his meat buns every day.

In the past, Zhu Laoer never went out to sell buns. He came to buy them except for the customers who were eating. However, since Zhu Xiaojiao left, Zhu Laoer completely stopped selling cooking and his business was inevitably affected. Although the number of buns was reduced by half every day, some were still left. So Su Le began to expand his thinking. He put 400 buns on a small cart and pushed them to the gate outside to sell them. As a result, he achieved good results. Often, once the 400 buns were launched, they could be sold cleanly in less than an hour. The time saved, Su Le could stroll around, and of course, completing the training task assigned by Zhu Laoer was still the first priority.

After Zhu Laoer left, Su Le's work in the past two days was monotonous but fulfilling. Although the training plan Zhu Laoer had developed for him was not very helpful to his cooking skills, he was quite good in terms of physical progress. The fat on his body was less and less. The round contours in the past had become clear lines. The six beautiful abdominal muscles had begun to appear in scale, and the chest muscles were also developing day by day, which was inseparable from his high-intensity devilish training. Before steaming buns this morning, he grabbed the iron frame for slaughtering pigs and made 100 standard pull-ups.

Su Le believes that Zhu Laoer is more like a bodybuilding coach than a master who guides his cooking skills.

Not far from Su Le’s stall, there was a 15 or 16-year-old beggar sitting. His name was Xiao Sichuan. No one cared about his real name. He usually beggars begging in this area. In the past few days, whenever Su Le sets up the stall, he would come here. Su Le would take the initiative to give him two buns. Xiao Sichuan was not polite to Su Le. He always smiled and showed two little tiger teeth, which looked quite cute. They had never spoken. Then Xiao Sichuan squatted at the distant intersection, gnawing at the buns, waiting for the passers-by to give alms.
Chapter completed!