It's probably the weekend, so there are a lot of people in the hospital today.

Liao Chuyi drove in and drove around several times, but he couldn't find a parking space, so he finally had to park in the public parking lot across the road.

When the two of them were standing on the side of the road waiting for the traffic light, they heard several children shouting one after another:

"I want to eat that, I want to eat that!"

The nephew and uncle looked up and saw a small cart on the curb selling handmade fried yogurt, surrounded by several children who were watching eagerly.

Chefs are particularly sensitive about eating. Liao Chu could kill mosquitoes with just one glance and his brows.

I don’t know where the blended yogurt came from, but the color and fluidity were not right.

Pour it into a large iron plate and give it a shovel. After it solidifies a little, a lot of pigment is squeezed in. Soon the yogurt turns into bright red, yellow, blue and green.

The hawker didn't even wear a mask. He was just on the dusty road with cars passing by, shouting to attract customers:

"Fried yogurt, it's sour and sweet. It's delicious. Why don't you have one for the kids?"

He took out another bag of sliced ​​bread, put fried yogurt in it, and deliberately showed it to everyone, "Did you see it? It's genuine yogurt bread!"

Children don't care about hygiene or unsanitary at all, they just like the bright colors.

At that moment, several more children were attracted and tried their best to persuade their parents to buy it.

Seeing Guoguo staring at the yogurt cart, Liao Chu said: "It's too dirty, you can't eat it."

Guoguo was a little nervous about being caught, "I don't want to eat..."

This statement would definitely be more convincing if I didn't swallow my saliva.

Another young father who was struggling with his son immediately pointed at Liao Chu and said, "Did you hear that? People also say it's dirty!"

When the stall owner heard this, he became furious and said, "Stop talking nonsense..."

As soon as he turned his head, he found that he was shrouded in shadow.

Looking up again, good guy:

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall. Even if he stands still, he can still see the faintly visible muscle lines covered by his clothes.

Although he was holding a three- or four-year-old child in his arms, his posture was as relaxed as holding an egg to fill a cake.

The stall owner was a little embarrassed.

This guy obviously can't beat him!

But instead of steaming the steamed buns to argue, he waved his hand towards Liao Chu in a strong-armed manner, "If you don't want to buy it, please let me go. I'm blocking other customers."

It was so polite and sudden.

Liao Chu didn't move, "Do you have a business license? Where's your health certificate?"

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. When the stall owner heard this, he was unhappy.

"Brother, where did you come from? You came here deliberately to cause trouble, right?"

Isn't this a joke? There are several mobile food stalls all over the street!

Liao Chu ignored him, holding Guoguo in his right hand, took out his cell phone with his left hand and started dialing.

The stall owner looked wary, "What do you want to do? Call someone! Let me tell you, I can..."

"Hey, is this the Industrial and Commercial Bureau..."

"I'm going to fuck you..." The stall owner was so shocked that he couldn't care less about the theory and hurriedly started to collect the things.

After getting on the third wheel, he couldn't help but turn around and say harsh words to Liao Chu, "You can do it, I will remember you, I..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the frightened shouts of the vendors from the end of the road:

"The city management is here!"

Isn't this a coincidence?

The snack street, which was humming just now, suddenly became a deserted place.

The group of parents, who were just about to be tortured by the gold-eating beasts, were in deathly silence.

After a while, someone came out and said:

"Niubi..."

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After repeatedly researching several private kindergartens in Qingjiang City, Liao Chu finally selected the three with the best reputations and planned to call for detailed consultation later.

The prices are similar. One year's tuition and fees plus meals are generally around 100,000.

If there are additional expansion activities, such as summer camps and winter camps abroad, the fees will be calculated separately. Overall, 150,000 yuan a year is enough.

Liao Chu has no problem with money. The key now is that parents choose schools, and schools choose parents.

Back then, children like them in the orphanage were studying whatever they wanted and didn't care about it at all. Now it seems that being serious is quite complicated.

When registering online, you must submit the personal resume files of parents and students. After the online preliminary selection, further interviews will be conducted...

Both parents and children are interviewed.

It is already late July, just in time for the end of registration. Liao Chu spent the whole day carefully considering the information, so much so that he had some dark circles under his eyes the next day.

"Wow, boss, did you stay up late studying some recipes?" Chi Jiajia said, rubbing her hands.

There are no new recipes, but there are indeed new products.

Yesterday, Guoguo's yearning for street food reminded Liao Chu:

Children of this age should like things with strong fragrances, bright colors and shapes, and eye-catching things.

As a chef, he would never allow himself to lose to unlicensed street vendors.

So this morning I steamed lard and red date steamed cake, and paired it with the classic spinach and tofu salty soup.

In addition, I also made double skin milk with red bean paste for the children.

Just like butter to Western pastries, lard is definitely the mainstay of traditional Chinese pastries. Without it, it is like missing bones and muscles.

Authentic Xinjiang fresh dates will not be available in large quantities until early October. Today, Liao Chu used dried dates.

Compared with fresh dates, dried dates after the water evaporates have a richer aroma and firmer pulp.

Sometimes the airtight jars where dried dates are stored are not properly covered. Next time you go there, you can smell the sweet scent of dates from afar.

Jujube can be used in cooking and stewing. When making soy milk, you can throw in a few jujubes without adding sugar.

It is also good to eat as a snack. It has a small core and thick meat, and has an excellent taste.

Each jujube is carefully selected, lightly soaked, pitted and then beaten into jujube paste.

By now the jujube aroma has come out.

Coupled with the addition of lard, the slightly thin fruity aroma becomes a bit thicker and more solid. The aroma is really indescribable.

The moment the steamer lid was opened, it was like someone dropped a scent bomb in the restaurant. It exploded instantly and swept every corner.

No one survived.

The reddish-brown cake body was soaked in lard inside and out, and shimmered faintly in the lingering water vapor, and the originally soft aroma was a little overbearing.

You’ve come, who can you deserve if you don’t take a bite?

Chi Jiajia quickly calculated the calories in her mind and drooled in pain.

"I want a piece...hey, is this one with animal prints?"

This cage of red date hair cake is not steamed into a large piece and cut into pieces like the traditional method. Instead, it is poured into a mold in advance. Now take a look and drink!

The little pigs, little bears, and little rabbits were all trembling. Wei Wei was saying hello to people.

Chi Jiajia was a little shocked:

Unexpectedly, the boss's cold appearance also hides a sultry childlike heart...

Press lightly with your fingers, and the honeycomb tissue in the middle of the cake quickly makes a subtle and moist friction sound.

As soon as you let go, it quickly returns to its original state.

I went down.

Hi, I'm here again!

"Hey, this little pig is interesting." Just as he was saying this, Old Man Song came in with his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and took the first shot of buying.

Who is not an old baby anymore?

Chi Jiajia smiled and turned around to see a fat old man with a bare forehead following behind him, "Hello, Uncle Li."

Uncle Li was also a member of the Sunset Red Band. He was holding a suona in his hand, nodding his head and muttering in dialect: "This looks very good for Basi."

He is from southwest China. After coming to Qingjiang City to attend college, he joined the local folk band and played the suona very well.

There was a period of time when Western musical instruments invaded, and those who played folk music in China suffered losses year after year and could hardly survive.

Uncle Li was dissatisfied, so he held a suona to the sky and went to the door of the house to challenge.
To be continued...