Chapter 9 Chapter 9: Become bigger and stronger.

Lin Nanjiang listened to Liu Suqin's words outside, always following his wife's advice. But as soon as he got home, he began to worry about the 35 kilograms of pork. "Is it too much to buy so much at once? This meat alone cost nearly 90 yuan. What if we can't use it all? Even if we keep it for ourselves, two mouths can't eat much..."

The main reason is that the weather in Shenzhen is hot and there is no refrigerator at home, so if we don’t finish eating the meat today, it will be wasted.

Having been used to having little food and clothing since childhood, even though he was making a fortune these days, he couldn't bear to see the meat thrown away. Just thinking about it made Lin Nanjiang's heart ache. He tried hard to think of a solution, "How about cutting off two pounds of meat and giving it to Uncle Chen while it's fresh?"

Liu Suqin said with a smile, "We haven't even opened the breakfast stall yet, how do you know it will be wasted? I'm worried that there won't be enough to sell."

Lin Nanjiang: ...

"It's good to have confidence, but as a wife, I have to face reality. Breakfast is definitely not as good as the late-night snack business. Besides, local people eat light breakfasts, usually porridge, noodles, buns, rice rolls, etc. Our fried noodles are definitely greasy for them as breakfast, so they only eat them occasionally for novelty."

Listening to the man chattering in her ear, Liu Suqin thought that the environment really shaped people. He had only been out doing business for a few days, but he was already a completely different person from his previous life, talking so eloquently and so clearly.

After training for a while, I don’t know how much I will grow.

At this moment, Liu Suqin suddenly began to look forward to an unknown future that was not completely under her control.

She put away her joking thoughts and soothed him, "I know you're anxious, but don't worry. First, check on the breakfast stall. If there's really no business, it's not too late to return in the morning and deliver the meat to the landlord. But if the fried noodles are selling well, even if they're not much at first, I have plans for the remaining meat. It won't go to waste."

Lin Nanjiang was skeptical, "Okay."

Lin Nanjiang was curious about his wife's other plans, but he understood priorities better.

For the breakfast stall that opens at 7 o'clock, they have to prepare everything and load it into the car and go out by 6:30 at the latest. However, washing and cutting vegetables and boiling water to make noodles are big tasks, so they really don't have time to think about anything else.

He put aside all his worries and curiosity and concentrated on preparing the food.

Liu Suqin took the initiative to take over the task of boiling water and soaking vermicelli.

The couple worked together and were so busy that they didn't even look up.

After everything was ready, Lin Nanjiang first moved the large and heavy items such as the stove onto the tricycle. Liu Suqin was responsible for placing the stainless steel basins for various seasonings. Then she sorted out the cashier's bag and went to the yard to wait with the bag.

Lin Nanjiang noticed her movements, his lips trembling a few times, but he didn't say anything. He silently locked the door, walked forward and pushed the tricycle, "Wife, let's go."

Although Lin Nanjiang always emphasized that Liu Suqin only needed to stay at home and take care of the pregnancy, and acted as if he could handle everything, he was not really sure in his heart. It was just that his concern for his wife and the baby in her belly prevailed, and he gritted his teeth and forced the outside things to happen.

Isn't that what a real man is like? He stands tall and proud in front of his wife and children, but swallows all the blood and tears when he goes out.

However, his wife felt sorry for him and was willing to share the good and bad times with him, which made him very happy.

Even if his wife only sat on a small stool collecting money and didn't care about anything else, when she was by his side, Lin Nanjiang felt like he had found his backbone. He focused on his work and no longer had any messy thoughts.

With his wife by his side, Lin Nanjiang was not in a hurry when he started his breakfast business for the first time. He set up the stall in an orderly manner, locked the car, and waited for the business to open.

The first customer didn't keep them waiting for long. Soon, a round-faced boy in school uniform came over and asked, "Boss, are your fried noodles the ones from Gan Province?"

Lin Nanjiang instantly stood up and said, "Of course, we make authentic Gan Province fried noodles."

"Great! I can finally have this again." The boy happily showed his white teeth, "Give me some luxurious fried noodles with meat and egg."

Liu Suqin also stood up from the small stool, quoted the price with a smile, and chatted, "Little classmate, it seems that your hometown is also in Gan Province. Would you like something spicy?"

The boy nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes."

As he said this, he paid the bill without blinking, and it was obvious that he was a rich man with a lot of pocket money.

Liu Suqin was not surprised at all.

Although the little boy is wearing the uniform of the town's central primary school, this is a town on the edge of Shenzhen, just across the border from the nearby metropolitan city, and the tuition fees for the town's primary school are not cheap. In this era, the boy's family didn't leave him in his hometown to attend school, but instead spent a lot of money to bring him to Shenzhen, and even made him buy breakfast outside instead of cooking at home, which clearly shows that his parents are not ordinary workers.

Even if the boy's parents are not big factory bosses, they are at least contractors.

Liu Suqin heard that Shenzhen has no shortage of small contractors from Jiangxi and Hunan provinces since they are close to Shenzhen.

This is also the main reason why their fried noodle business is doing well. There are many fellow villagers around and there is no shortage of customers.

Thinking of this, Liu Suqin advertised again, "My dear classmates, we sell fried noodles regularly at the night market street in the evening. If you have time, you can come and patronize us."

Lin Nanjiang was skillfully stirring the wok in front of the stove. The alluring aroma spread with the steam from the wok. The round-faced boy couldn't help but twitch his nose to smell it and agreed without hesitation, "Sure, your fried noodles smell so good. I'll take my classmates there tomorrow after school."

The first business was successfully completed, marking the official opening of their breakfast stall. Customers came one after another. It was not comparable to the scene of the night snack street where many customers came, but it was far beyond the initial expectations.

At nine o'clock, when they were about to close the stall, Liu Suqin saw that there was not much left of her twenty kilograms of fried vermicelli. The experienced Liu Suqin and Lin Nanjiang said almost in unison, "It looks like we sold at least sixty servings of fried noodles this morning!"

After saying this, the couple looked at each other, their eyes filled with ecstasy of "getting rich".

Money is a person's courage.

Lin Nanjiang was no longer as timid as he was in the vegetable market that morning. He now held his head high and was full of confidence. He loaded all the stall equipment into the car in one go, and without looking back, he took his wife home.

Back in the small room, it was the same old routine. Lin Nanjiang went in and out moving things, and Liu Suqin sat on the bed counting money.

The house was too small, and the small table had to face the door no matter how it was placed. If someone sat at the table and did something, they could see it clearly. In broad daylight, Liu Suqin didn't want to be so conspicuous, so she sat on the bed facing the corner and counted the money. After all, she didn't mind the dirt.

Liu Suqin wished she could sleep with piles of cash in her arms.

After Lin Nanjiang finished his work and wiped the car clean with a rag and returned it to the landlord, he couldn't wait to go home, locked the door, and came up to her and whispered, "How is it? How much did you earn this morning?"

Liu Suqin silently handed over the account book she had just finished writing. Seeing the numbers on it, Lin Nanjiang almost shouted out in excitement, "So many!"

This morning's turnover was 357.5 yuan, with a net profit of over 200 yuan, more than double the "180 yuan" Lin Nanjiang had said before. He kept stroking the figures in the account book with his fingers, his eyebrows and eyes flying to the sky. "Net profit of more than 200 yuan in the morning, 700 or 800 yuan in the evening, rounded up to 1,000 yuan a day. What kind of business can make money like this? Wife, we are really going to be rich!"

Liu Suqin had the same inexperienced look on her face, rubbing her hands excitedly, "Yes, yes, no wonder so many people go into business. We can't even achieve the same result of setting up a stall for two years even if we work for a lifetime."

But after the excitement wore off, she hesitated. "It looks like selling fried noodles for breakfast would be a good idea."

"That's right. What else can we sell if not fried noodles?" Lin Nanjiang blurted out, then remembered the conversation that morning. "By the way, wife, what did you say you had other plans for?"

The work was done, and there was no rush to prepare for the night snack stall. With plenty of time, Liu Suqin laid out the plan. "Didn't we analyze it before? People here tend to prefer light flavors, so selling fried noodles in the morning might not be suitable. I was thinking about switching to something else, like wontons. Whether it's fried noodles or wontons, the equipment is already available, so there's no need to buy anything else. It's very convenient."

Lin Nanjiang's eyes lit up. "Wontons are great! Among the stalls on our street, the ones selling wontons and rice noodle rolls are the most popular. If we also do this, we can have wontons in the morning and fried rice noodles in the evening. That way, we don't have to compete with our own business."

But he calmed down after saying that. "No matter how good the wonton business is, you still need to know how to make them. People like us have never heard of this thing since we were young. We only tasted it after coming to Shenzhen to work. We don't even know what's in wontons, so how can we sell wontons?"

"Who said you can't?" Liu Suqin's sudden words made Lin Nanjiang stunned and doubt his life again, "Wife, you can do this?"

"I can," she said confidently. "Have you forgotten? There was a girl from Fujian in our dorm. She always told us how to make wontons in her hometown. Some used flour for the wrappers, others used pork. I listened so much that my ears almost got calluses. I've memorized all the steps. It's very simple."

The fact is that in her previous life, Liu Suqin was an empty-nest woman, lonely and empty. She didn't like playing cards and was bored. She would search for recipes online when she had nothing to do. She was willing to learn how to make Manchu and Han banquets, cakes and snacks. She thought she would work hard quietly and show off her cooking skills when her husband and children came home for the New Year to dazzle them.

She didn’t know how many times she had read the Qianlixiang wonton tutorial.

Just listen and you'll be able to do it? Lin Nanjiang couldn't believe his ears, but he knew his wife wasn't the type to brag, especially when it came to making money. If she said she could, she would definitely do it, so he asked in a daze, "Then, do we use flour skin or pork skin?"

"Of course it's flour. I happen to have that at home." When it comes to making money, Liu Suqin not only doesn't talk nonsense, but also is full of energy.

She didn't continue to rest, and jumped out of the bed, "Let's have wontons for lunch today, and let you see it."

Lin Nanjiang followed his wife consciously and said carefully, "You take the lead, and leave the manual work to me."

"No need, just chop the meat and I'll roll out the wonton wrappers."

There was no rolling pin at home, so Lin Nanjiang went to borrow one from the landlord. Uncle Chen also invited him to chat for a while. When he came back, Liu Suqin had already prepared the dough and was waiting for it to rise. She was standing at the stove cutting green onions.

Lin Nanjiang wanted to take over the work in her hands, "Why are you chopping the ginger and scallions so finely? Let me do the rest."

"Make some scallion oil to enhance the flavor. It's the key to a delicious wonton soup base. We're just trying it out today, so it won't be much. I'm almost done." Liu Suqin didn't let him take over, but instead reminded him, "Go wash some ginger and scallions, crush them, and soak them in boiling water. You'll need this ginger and scallion water to season the meat filling."

Lin Nanjiang obediently went to work.

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