It turned out that the next page instructed Su Zhu to retrieve a dough mixer from one of her father's friends.
What the heck?
A dough mixer?
Su Zhu was stunned. She thought she would draw some kind of skill!
She was a little disappointed.
But after she read about the features of the dough mixer, her disappointment turned into excitement.
This dough mixer could knead 25 kilograms of flour at once, and it only took three minutes to finish. The texture of the dough was exactly the same as the kind Su Zhu kneaded by hand.
Su Zhu put in a lot of effort to retrieve this dough mixer from her father's friend.
She lifted the cloth covering it, and with a faint glimmer of light, a silver-gray machine—about 1.5 meters tall and 1.2 meters wide, shaped like a drum washing machine—appeared in the open space in front of Su Zhu.
Let's try it!
Su Zhu poured a 25-kilogram bag of flour into the dough mixer, added the corresponding amount of water, plugged in the power, and flipped the switch.
With a barely audible sound, the drum of the dough mixer began to spin rapidly, and the green indicator light on top started blinking.
Three minutes later, the green light turned off and the drum stopped spinning.
Su Zhu opened the dough mixer and found a large oval dough mass sitting on the tray inside.
She pressed it with her hand, and a flash of excitement crossed her face. "This texture—it really is exactly the same as what I make by hand!"
This was great—her biggest bottleneck for opening a new branch was solved!
Actually, Su Zhu had always been worried about one thing: insufficient dough supply.
Other things, like beef and the secret soup base, could be handled by preparing a few more pots and cooking them simultaneously. But the dough had to be kneaded by hand, one lump at a time.
Kneading a 12.5-kilogram batch took half an hour. For 25 kilograms, it took a full hour.
On her own, she could manage to supply her small shop, but if she opened a branch, she wouldn't be able to keep up even if she skipped eating and sleeping.
But this dough mixer perfectly solved the problem that had been giving her a headache.
Three minutes for 25 kilograms of flour meant 1,000 kilograms in an hour.
That would produce 1,200 kilograms of dough, which could make 3,000 bowls of large Hand-pulled Noodles, each using 200 grams of dough. That was enough to meet the daily demand of a 100-square-meter noodle restaurant.
Three thousand bowls of large Hand-pulled Noodles, sold at 20 yuan each—assuming the beef portion remained the same—would yield a pure profit of 14 yuan per bowl after all expenses.
That meant 42,000 yuan a day!
And Su Zhu's goal was definitely more than just one branch!
The Automatic Dough Mixer wasn't going to run for just one hour a day!
Half an hour later, Su Zhu had kneaded enough dough for tomorrow, sealed it with cling film, and placed it in the refrigerator before putting the dough mixer away.
Well, no point rushing it—better to focus on running the shop well and saving up.
After storing the dough mixer in the storeroom, Su Zhu began preparing the beef and soup base for tomorrow.
Just as Su Zhu was busy in the kitchen, Ouyang Yunjian's car drove into an upscale residential complex called Riverside Residence.
Riverside Residence was a high-end apartment complex developed by Vanke Group for wealthy clientele. With a launch price of 60,000 yuan per square meter, it had shattered the dreams of many middle-class families.
Ouyang Yunjian lived on the 15th floor of Building A, in an 80-square-meter two-bedroom unit.
His father had bought this apartment for him when he first started working at Zhonghai Children's Hospital. It was chosen for its excellent security and proximity to the hospital.
Without traffic, the drive only took five minutes.
Carrying the box of beef Su Zhu had given him, Ouyang Yunjian changed his shoes and slumped onto the sofa, dazing out.
On the drive home, he realized he had been unable to get Su Zhu out of his mind. Her image kept surfacing in his head, refusing to go away, which annoyed him deeply.
Before entering the Chenchen Hand-Pulled Noodle House today, Ouyang Yunjian had thought it would be just an ordinary visit.
See Chenchen, play with her for a while, then leave.
That was all.
But things had clearly not gone the way he imagined.
A clean and tidy living room, bookshelves filled with books in the bedroom, pink wallpaper on the walls, neatly folded clothes...
Unconsciously, Ouyang Yunjian found himself developing a bit of affection for Su Zhu.
It was one thing for her to be competent—
But the most dangerous part was that her noodles tasted unbelievably good...
Thinking about Su Zhu's Hand-pulled Noodles,
Ouyang Yunjian suddenly felt hungry again. His stomach growled.
"I clearly ate a big bowl of noodles tonight, so why am I hungry again? Is there something addictive in that dough?"
Muttering to himself, the more he thought about it, the hungrier he felt.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the Lock&Lock container he had just placed on the shoe cabinet by the entrance...
Two minutes later,
Ouyang Yunjian gritted his teeth and snapped the lid of the Lock&Lock container shut, pressing it down firmly with his hand.
Through the transparent container, it was clear that a full box of sauced beef slices was already missing a quarter.
And printed clearly on the lid of the container was its capacity—1,000 milliliters!
It could hold two Jin of water. With the density of beef, it had to contain more than one Jin!
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