Chapter 25 025 Spicy Stir-fried Chicken Feet [First Update]

The video of the big dumpling received over 300,000 likes within a week of its release.

Of the more than 10,000 comments, apart from those criticizing the counterfeit shops, the rest were all praises for Wenji Restaurant.

Once the praise reached a certain number, some people began to question it.

Is it really that delicious?

Wait a minute, isn't this the shop near my school? I've eaten there before, it's not that good.

I can attest that the food at this restaurant was quite bland, just ordinary home-style cooking.

But regardless of the doubts, the store's business suddenly exploded.

It's fine around noon; many people choose takeout due to the high temperatures. But in the evening...

Looking at the crowds that had been lining up since 5 a.m., Wen's mother suddenly felt pressured.

These young people were all of good character; they spontaneously formed a long queue that stretched from the entrance of the Wen family's house to the pharmacy and then to the intersection.

This scene greatly shocked the residents of the neighborhood that originally lived on the street.

What are we lining up for?

"I don't know, I just saw people queuing up and joined the queue."

An elderly woman at the end of the line carried a stool: "You'll know when you get to the front of the line anyway."

Several residents thought about it and figured they had nothing to do at home anyway, so they figured they might as well check out what delicious food had long queues.

Wen's mother packed and collected money for customers, Wen's father busily mixed cold dishes in the kitchen, and even Wen Fan stood at the counter taking orders and packing takeout.

Yang Tao and Qu Xiaoyu whirled in like a whirlwind, and in no time they were flying out again with several orders in their hands.

It was only a little before nine o'clock when all the items were sold.

Wen's mother didn't even have time to count the money, and Wen's father couldn't even lift his hands.

Wen Fan's physical exercise has yielded some results recently. Most importantly, her father and mother have taken on the two busiest jobs, so apart from cooking taking a bit of effort, everything else is fine for her.

Wen's mother: "This is too tiring."

When business is bad, you worry; when business is good, you're exhausted.

Ms. Wen estimated that today's turnover would exceed six thousand yuan. After careful calculation, she found that it far exceeded her expectations. The amount of more than seven thousand yuan in one day was equivalent to a month's turnover in the past.

Mr. Wen hesitated and said, "The shop is so busy, how about we stop offering the set meals?"

Thanks to Sun Mengyun's efforts, the number of people ordering meals at the small dining table has stabilized at around fifty per day.

With more than twenty days left in the summer vacation, Mr. Wen felt that he would have to stop sooner or later. The shop was very busy right now, and he had to prepare meals separately just for the small dining tables. He could manage to take care of the cold dishes and braised dishes, but his daughter still had to do the stir-frying.

When you calculate it this way, it's not only not cost-effective, but more importantly, it's too tiring for my daughter.

Wen's mother also hesitated.

Wen Fan, however, felt it was unnecessary: ​​"Online traffic comes and goes quickly, and everything will be different when school starts."

If you observe carefully, you'll notice that most of the customers dining at the restaurant during this period are young people. Yang Tao has even run into his old classmates no less than three times when he returned from delivering food.

It's fair to say that most of those who follow Da Tuanzi's restaurant reviews are local young people, with college students making up the majority.

"These people won't come when school starts in September."

What Wen Fan didn't say was that she sometimes worried about her parents.

No matter how much she was a slave in her past life, she was never short of money. Even if she stayed in the palace for a few more years, she wouldn't have any difficulty buying property outside the palace.

But the Wen family now... not to mention shops, even their residence is rented.

Wen Fan was thinking about helping his parents escape poverty as soon as possible.

Wen's mother had no idea that her daughter was worried about the family's livelihood. Although she was also thinking about making money to change the family's life, she didn't dare to think about buying a house for the time being.

"Then we need to hire someone."

Wen Fan agreed with this.

"We need to hire people."

"Hire two delivery drivers, and two more to help out at the store."

Because it was summer vacation, everything was easy to handle. Wen's mother didn't even need to go out to post job advertisements; she could get things done right there on the street.

After all, which family doesn't have a few relatives or children who are in college?

Soon, four young men with clear eyes entered the store.

One of them was Yang Tao's classmate, named Da Zhang. He was incredibly tall, but he was rather simple-minded. Wen's mother confirmed that he had an electric scooter and that it was convenient to charge it at home, so she kept him there.

Another one is the nephew of a stationery store owner on the street, a dark-skinned and thin man named Gao Yun.

The stationery store owner brought the boy over, saying, "This child is just shy and doesn't like to talk, but he can definitely handle anything you ask him to do."

Wen's mother looked at Gao Yun, who was bowing his head and not speaking, with some difficulty, worried that he might be too embarrassed to do it.

Delivering food is hard work; in the service industry, you can't expect to be treated well.

Yang Tao had encountered this situation before when delivering food. A young man ordered food and lived on the eighth floor where there was no elevator. Yang Tao went to great lengths to deliver it upstairs. As soon as the young man came downstairs, he called to say that he had forgotten to mention it and asked Yang Tao to buy a pack of cigarettes and bring it up.

Yang Tao was so angry he laughed: "You asked me to bring you cigarettes but you didn't say so! Besides, why would I, a food deliveryman, bring you cigarettes?"

The person made a fuss and threatened to give a bad review, insisting that Yang Tao buy a pack and send it over.

Yang Tao was so angry that he called Wen's mother and then blocked her.

Such oddballs are few and far between, but encountering just one is enough to cause a lot of trouble.

Given Gao Yun's condition, Wen's mother was really unsure whether he could hold on.

"...Let the child work for a day to get used to it. If he can do it, we'll give him a thousand yuan plus lunch and dinner."

As orders increased, Wen's mother gave Yang Tao and Qu Xiaoyu, two "veteran employees," a thousand yuan each, and also agreed that they would receive another thousand yuan if they worked until the end of the summer vacation.

The two new mothers don't plan to raise prices, since there are only about twenty days left, and the order volume is expected to decrease in the last few days.

The stationery store owner nodded, but she wasn't entirely at ease with her nephew, who was so quiet he wouldn't utter a word. She pulled him aside and talked to him for a long time.

After the boss's wife left, Gao Yun silently followed several "colleagues" as Yang Tao explained how to register for order dispatch.

It was just past ten o'clock, and Wen Fan was tasting the dishes in the kitchen. The aroma filled the room, making the group of people restless.

Wen Fan took a bite and then served the rest of the dish. Wen's mother heated up a few steamed buns that she had bought that morning and also prepared some cold dishes.

"We'll have lunch late, probably around 1 p.m., so grab something to eat first."

Four steamed buns and two dishes have now become almost a daily routine.

Yang Tao happily took out a few pairs of chopsticks and distributed them: "Oh ho, there are chicken feet today too."

There were two dishes on the table. One was a cold dish, and the other was spicy stir-fried chicken feet. The chicken feet were dark brown with finely chopped red chilies. The skin and meat of the chicken feet were tender and mushy, and white gelatinous tendons could be vaguely seen at the joints. The broth was thick and oily, and you could feel the scorching spiciness just by looking at it.

Everyone eagerly picked up a chicken foot. The soft and chewy texture won them over as soon as it entered their mouths. The spiciness, on the other hand, slowly arrived after the savory sauce, like a wildfire burning in their mouths. They quickly pressed it down with steamed buns.

"So spicy!"

"It's so delicious!"

"Waaaaah..."

Yang Tao was speechless: "What are you doing?"

Gao Yun cried as he ate, "It's so spicy..."

So it was because the spiciness made her cry.

"If you don't like it spicy, then don't eat it."

"don't want!"

Gao Yunla's eyes were bloodshot, but he kept eating.

After the meal, the group became acquainted.

Yang Tao then realized that Gao Yun wasn't just quiet!

He's obviously very talkative!

"Brother Tao, how many orders are delivered at a time after accepting an order?"

"Brother Tao, do you still have chicken feet for lunch?"

"Brother Tao..."

Yang Tao exploded: "Why are you talking so much!"

Gao Yun said embarrassedly, "It's because I used to talk a lot when I was in school, and the teacher would call my parents so many times."

So that's why you pretend to be shy in front of adults, but you're actually a chatterbox, right?

Yang Tao: ...

The four young men quickly became acquainted.

However, the two waiters hired by Wen's mother didn't arrive at the store until evening.

One is Yang Hong's niece, named Yang Fei, a sophomore in college.

Another one is a relative of the steamed bun shop owner, named Zhang Shan, a freshman in college.

Both Yang Fei and Zhang Shan had their summer vacations start late this year, and by the time their vacation ended, they couldn't find suitable summer jobs. Yang Fei was lucky; at least she managed to work at a bubble tea shop for a few days, while Zhang Shan remained unemployed at home.

The steamed bun shop owner first went to the shop to talk to Wen's mother: "This girl is arguing with her parents at home. No matter how much money it costs, at least let her stay outside for a while."

When Wen's mother asked why they were arguing, the steamed bun shop owner smiled awkwardly.

"When she returned home during her freshman year of college, her parents had a younger brother for her."

Zhang Nian, the owner of the steamed bun shop, could understand her niece very well; she herself would not have been able to bear it either.

Zhang Shan's parents, her older brother and sister-in-law, are both over forty years old now.

My sister-in-law almost lost her life trying to conceive her second child, and she's still bedridden.

The reason given for having this child was to keep Zhang Shan company, but who doesn't know what the two of them are really thinking?

Years ago, their workplace didn't allow couples to have a second child, but once that rule was lifted, their desire for a son never wavered. No matter how much their relatives and friends tried to dissuade them, they eventually had the baby.

He never knew whether his son was born to him or to Zhang Shan.

Zhang Shan had kept her daughter a secret until she was a month old, and she broke down as soon as she returned home.

These past few days, Zhang Shan has been causing a huge scene at home in Tokyo. Her brother and sister-in-law are even arguing that since the baby is already born, they can't put it back in. If Zhang Shan continues to make trouble, she can forget about paying her tuition.

Zhang Nian sighed, "I noticed Zhang Shan's mood wasn't right, so I brought her to my house. But it's not right to keep her locked up in the house all day. She's only nineteen; she has a long life ahead of her."

Having parents like these is truly bad luck.

Zhang Nian felt sorry for her niece and assured her that the tuition would not be a problem. No matter how irresponsible her parents were, would they dare to prevent their daughter from studying? If they didn't give her the money, Zhang Nian would have to take her relatives to visit her brother and sister-in-law.

Having figured out a way out, Zhang Nian couldn't spare the time to take care of her niece. She also had a lot of things to do at her shop, so she thought of bringing her niece along.

"Yingzhi, it doesn't matter how much money it is, the main thing is to let her meet people."

Wen's mother: "Alright."

As a mother herself, she felt heartbroken just listening to this. What kind of parents are these, making decisions without ever considering their daughter's feelings?

Zhang Shan arrived at the store soon after.

When Wen's mother saw her, she noticed how thin the girl was; her shoulders were so thin that there wasn't much flesh on them.

Zhang Shan became even quieter, but unlike Gao Yun, her eyes seemed to hold endless sorrow.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, was a very outgoing young woman. As soon as she entered, she struck up a conversation with Yang Tao and the others.

Yang Tao had met Yang Fei a few times, and since there were few taboos between acquaintances, he asked, "Don't you work at the bubble tea shop?"

Yang Fei waved his hand irritably: "Don't even mention it. That small place has a lot of shady dealings. Can you believe that four people in a bubble tea shop would actually form a clique!"

"I was so angry that I quit my job and then ordered food for a week straight, and then complained about every single one of them!"