Knowing so much about what would happen in the future, how could she not be able to support this family?

She had originally planned to do business near her cousin Cao Lili's factory, but now of course she couldn't go.

Shenzhen is such a big city, so they should go to the northern district to do business.

Wang Guixiang and those people will definitely come looking for them, so the farther away from them the better.

Shenzhen is such a big city, they probably wouldn't be able to find themselves there.

Before long, they arrived at their destination.

After several twists and turns, we arrived at a street where many factories were located.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, the streets were relatively quiet, with migrant workers going to work. They would come for lunch after get off work, and then the streets would be packed with people.

Although the factory provides lunch, the food is particularly poor. Many of the workers have money in their pockets and go out for a treat every now and then.

Therefore, the food business is still doing quite well. If the food is delicious and inexpensive, it will be even more popular.

Yang Wanwan pondered for a moment and decided on the business she wanted to do.

Futaba was dazzled by the various delicious foods on the street, her eyes glazed over, and she subconsciously swallowed.

Yang Wanwan said, "I think this place is pretty good, so we'll sell food here."

Futaba's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

Yang Wanwan pointed to a couple selling pancakes from a shoulder pole, "We sell food like them."

But we don't know how to make pancakes!

"We don't sell pancakes, we sell noodles."

"noodle?"

"Cold noodles."

What is cold noodles?

Let alone Er Ye, most people in Hubei Province didn't know what cold noodles were at that time.

After receiving help from the Lin family, Yang Wanwan learned many kinds of northern cuisine in order to please them, and cold noodles were one of them.

The reason I chose to make cold noodles is because cold noodles are easy to make; you just need to change the seasoning.

Moreover, cold noodles don't require hot water or a stove on-site, making them convenient to carry and sell. Since they didn't have the money to rent a shop, they could only carry the noodles on a shoulder pole and sell them along the street.

Having figured out her options, Yang Wanwan started looking for a rental. There were many houses nearby, most of which were rented to business owners. Yang Wanwan found a rental room for 150 yuan a month, plus 80 yuan for a temporary residence permit, etc.

The house is only about ten square meters, and it has a balcony with a gas stove and a cooking platform.

The toilet is a shared space, located outside the building, about twenty meters away.

You also need to fetch tap water from the sink outside the bathroom.

There was a double bunk bed in the room, which was standard equipment in factory dormitories.

A rent of 150 yuan is equivalent to a month's net income for a migrant worker; that's not cheap. Most people working here simply can't afford such an expensive place.

Before they found jobs, they basically slept on the streets or even in cemeteries.

So Yang Wanwan spent that 150 yuan in a very extravagant way.

Yang Wanwan led Er Ye and Pan Yaba to buy daily necessities: mats, buckets, toothbrushes, towels... and each of them bought a change of clothes. Fortunately, it was hot here, so they could even skip buying blankets.

As for mattresses and pillows, of course I won't buy them; I'll just sleep on a bare bed at night.

Daily necessities are quite cheap because they are produced in the surrounding factories.

I also bought flour, cooking oil, cucumbers, a cutting board, bowls and chopsticks, a kitchen knife, eggs, baking powder, basins, pots, buckets, and so on.

It was already three or four in the afternoon when they finished buying these things. The three of them were so hungry that their stomachs were growling, so they ate a cucumber to fill their stomachs.

"Let's go back and make pancakes."

Back in her rented room, Yang Wanwan put down her things, turned on the gas stove, and started boiling water. Once the water boiled, she scalded the dough, kneaded it, and heated the pan. She then shaped the dough into pancakes and placed them in to cook.

The gas stove and gas cylinder belong to the landlord, who paid a deposit of one hundred yuan.

—Okay, there's basically no money left from what we brought out.

A delicious aroma wafted out, and Er Ye couldn't help but swallow hard. "Sister, you can make this?"

"Learned it."

While making the pancakes, Yang Wanwan mixed a cucumber salad. Once the pancakes were cooked, she turned off the heat and scooped one out for Er Ye and Pan the Mute.

Futaba pinched it and put it in her mouth, exclaiming, "Delicious!"

A smile appeared on Pan the Mute's face.

The three of them didn't even have time to sit down before they started eating, one bite after another.

Eating pancakes with fragrant cucumber is so delicious that the aroma of flour and the refreshing coolness of cucumber make it hard to put down, and you can finish the food in just two or three minutes.

Pan the Mute wasn't reserved at all; he would accept and eat whatever Yang Wanwan gave him. Although he ate quickly, he didn't wolf it down. His eating manners were not rude at all; on the contrary, they appeared quite elegant.

Yang Wanwan was quite surprised.

After they finished eating, Yang Wanwan directed Er Ye and Pan Yaba to wash the food, while she prepared the dough.

I just bought ten pounds of flour. Yang Wanwan fermented half of it, and then picked vegetables and prepared the ingredients.

Peel garlic, fry egg crepes, prepare salt water, fry crushed peanuts, prepare chili sauce...

These ingredients are very simple, and anyone can make them.

But she kneads the dough well; it's chewy and elastic, and everyone who's tried it says it's delicious.

"I missed it today because it was too late. Tomorrow I'll buy some pork belly and make some meat sauce. It'll definitely sell well."

People were short of oil and fat at this time, so they were more enthusiastic about eating meat, especially meat with a good balance of lean and fat, which sold very well.

Erye was chopping scallions. "Hmm. Sis, these seasonings look delicious just from mixing them together. How much longer until it's ready? It's almost six o'clock, they should be coming down for dinner by now, right?"

"Soon."

The dough had risen, and Yang Wanwan took out a ball of dough, patted it, and rolled it out.

Pan the mute was clever; he imitated Yang Wanwan and also took a lump of dough and patted it.

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