Chapter 127 Can you teach me how to make rice noodle rolls?

Fu Quezhou picked up the fishing net and fished in the fish pond, but the fish specified by the customer seemed to be deliberately going against him and ran around in all directions.

After finally catching the fish, weighing it and cleaning it is another big challenge.

Xiaohui couldn't help laughing when he saw his clumsy and funny operation.

In contrast, Su Yumian was focused on eating his rice rolls from beginning to end and was not at all concerned about Fu Quezhou's embarrassment.

Now Fu Quezhou is just an insignificant stranger to him.

After finally cleaning the fish and sending the customer away, Fu Quezhou breathed a sigh of relief. The sense of accomplishment made him smile unconsciously.

He quickly turned to look at Su Yumian, looking like a child who wanted to get Su Yumian's praise.

However, Su Yumian had her back to him the entire time and didn't even give him a spare glance.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and even his knees that had touched the water began to hurt.

He smiled bitterly and comforted himself secretly: It's okay, Mianmian is just still angry, there is no need to feel heartbroken, this is what I deserve.

Thinking of this, he cheered up again.

By two o'clock in the afternoon, there were really no customers, so the three of them packed up their stall and went home.

As soon as he got home, Xiaohui saw Old Man Chen lying on the bed, and Father Su was rubbing safflower oil on his lower back.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing them coming back, Old Man Chen smiled and said, "It's just a sprained waist, it's nothing serious."

Compared with his indifference towards Fu Quezhou, Su Yumian was very anxious when he learned that Old Man Chen had sprained his waist.

She said with a worried look on her face, "Just applying safflower oil is not enough. If it's serious, you have to go to the hospital."

When Old Man Chen heard this, he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, just apply the medicine and rest for a few days and you'll be fine. Going to the hospital is a waste of money."

When Old Man Chen said this, he noticed Fu Quezhou standing outside the door and said with a smile, "Thanks to Xiao Fu, otherwise the fish would not have been delivered."

"By the way, Xiao Fu, I may have to trouble you for a few more days to deliver the fish. If you're busy, I'll find..."

"I'm not busy!"

As if afraid that Old Man Chen would go back on his word, Fu Quezhou quickly replied.

Hearing this, Old Man Chen and Father Su looked at each other, and they subconsciously glanced at Su Yumian.

Su Yumian's face was icy, and he said in a distant tone, "Master Chen, there's no need to trouble outsiders. Xiaohui and I can just come back alone."

"But you don't know how to ride a tricycle," Old Man Chen continued.

"If you don't know, then learn."

If Fu Quezhou can learn it, why can't he?

After saying that, Su Yumian went into his bedroom without looking back.

His word "outsider" deeply hurt Fu Quezhou.

When did the relationship between him and Su Yumian become summarized as "outsiders"?

Seeing Fu Quezhou standing there like an abandoned child, Old Man Chen shook his head helplessly.

He originally wanted to ease the atmosphere between the two people, but looking at Su Yumian's attitude, it might not be easy.

Father Su looked at Fu Quezhou with complicated eyes. To be honest, he didn't want his son to be involved with him anymore, after all, it was so painful before.

But seeing how persistent he is, it's not that easy to get rid of him.

Xiaohui noticed his knee, pointed at it, and asked, "Do you want to take care of that...?"

Old Man Chen and Father Su seemed to have just noticed that he was injured. Old Man Chen quickly asked, "How did you get injured?"

Fu Quezhou glanced at Su Yumian's closed bedroom door, then withdrew his gaze sadly and said, "Nothing, I'll go back first."

Then he left the Chen family silently.

I thought Fu Quezhou would give up after seeing Su Yumian's attitude, but I didn't expect him to come over before dawn the next day.

He quietly pushed open the door of Chen's yard and pushed the tricycle to the open space outside.

Father Su heard the noise and went out to check.

With the dim light, he saw Fu Quezhou practicing driving a tricycle over and over again in an open field, and he almost fell into the ditch several times.

Don't stop until you have mastered it.

When Father Su saw this scene, he lowered his head, sighed helplessly, and turned to go into the house.

It was half past six in the morning and the sky was already getting light.

Fu Quezhou then returned the tricycle and drove to the market where Su Yumian sold fish.

Although the morning market has not started yet, vendors selling breakfast have already started business.

He came to the shop where Xiaohui bought the rice noodle rolls yesterday. The owner saw someone coming and greeted him warmly, "Boss, what would you like to eat?"

Fu Quezhou watched the boss making rice rolls skillfully and secretly noted down every step.

Seeing that he was taking so long to answer, the boss took the time to look back at him and asked again, "Boss? Haven't you decided what to eat yet?"

Fu Quezhou finally came to his senses, glanced around the store, and asked, "Boss, how much does your store make in a year?"

The boss was stunned, looking Fu Quezhou up and down. After delivering the rice noodle rolls to the customer, he came back and said, "When business is good, we make a lot of money. As you know, business has been slow these past two years, and we can barely make ends meet."

When Fu Quezhou heard this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he extended an olive branch to his boss, "If I invest in your business to make it bigger and stronger, can you... teach me how to make rice noodle rolls?"

When the boss heard this, he grinned and said, "Boss, please stop joking with me. This small business is not worth investing in."

"I'm not kidding." Fu Quezhou said seriously.

The boss was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Are you serious? Do you really want to invest?"

"Well, really, if you agree, I can write a contract right away."

Seeing that he was serious, the boss hesitated for a moment and then readily agreed, "Okay, I can teach you."

As he spoke, the boss brought out a set of clean utensils, handed them to Fu Quezhou, and said, "Making rice noodle rolls is actually not difficult. The key lies in the seasoning. Watch carefully."

The boss demonstrated it to Fu Quezhou once and then let him do it.

However, Fu Quezhou's process of making rice noodle rolls was still very messy. Either it was not steamed enough due to insufficient time, or the mixing ratio was wrong and it was not tough enough, and it was broken and shapeless.

The black shirt was even splashed with spots of white rice paste, and it was not until the tenth try that it could be barely seen.

While doing this, Fu Quezhou looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost eight o'clock.

He quickly made the last portion of rice noodle rolls. Although it didn’t look very good, the ingredients were very rich.

Although I hurried back with four servings of prepared rice rolls.

When he arrived at Chen's house, Su Yumian, Xiaohui and the other three had already gotten up.

He walked into the house carrying rice noodle rolls, handed them to them naturally, and said, "Try it. I wonder how it tastes?"

"Did you buy it?"

Xiaohui looked at him in surprise and opened the lid. He saw that this time the rice rolls not only had eggs but also meat, and the ingredients were particularly rich.

"Wow! The sun is rising from the west. How can the boss be so generous?"

Xiaohui has been to that rice noodle roll shop countless times, but the boss never gave him so many ingredients.

"Is it because you're handsome?" Xiaohui muttered and took a bite. It tasted pretty good.

At this time, Father Su and Old Man Chen came over. He quickly handed two of the pieces to them and said, "This is yours."

The last portion with chili sauce was Su Yumian's. Seeing him come out, Fu Quezhou hurriedly handed the last portion of rice rolls to him.