When Ye Zhongnan accepted the powerful pill, he understood Xiaoxi's good intentions, and it would be pretentious to refuse again.

The next day was Monday, and Ye Zhongnan moved into his rented house early the morning before.

He didn't intend to live permanently on Guangda Street in the north of the city; this was just a starting point for him.

Everything was almost ready in the rented room, so Ye Zhongnan moved in with just his bags.

After settling in, he went to the market first.

I bought five bags of Northeast rice, then a lot of broccoli, and next up are the seasonings.

Because of the trial operation, Ye Zhongnan decided to cook vegetable porridge on Monday morning.

This is a very basic homemade porridge, and the preparation process is simple.

Ye Zhongnan got up at 5:00.

He first poured in half a bag of rice, rinsed and soaked it, and then washed a head of broccoli.

Then, put the large iron pot on the fire, boil a pot of water, and then put the soaked rice into the pot to simmer the porridge.

Ye Zhongnan initially stirred it with a wooden spoon.

After a while, he discovered the advantages of this pot: it didn't need stirring and wouldn't burn. After all, it was a divine artifact, so Ye Zhongnan waited for the pot to cook on its own.

Then he washed the broccoli, soaked it in water, and chopped it for later use.

In less than half an hour, the porridge had the effect of cooking for two hours. Then he added chopped lettuce to the pot along with a little salt.

Just after six o'clock, the fragrant aroma of porridge wafted from the first floor.

Next, he made some chili oil.

Make some simple cold radish salad.

On the first day, we weren't fully prepared, so we simply cut the white radish into small pieces and added a little chili oil.

Ye Zhongnan served himself a bowl of porridge and thought the texture was delicate and quite good, with a lot of room for improvement. He added some mixed white radish to the porridge, and it was absolutely delicious.

That counts as having eaten breakfast, and then he prepares the things to set up his stall.

Ten years ago, there weren't such sophisticated disposable paper bowls, chopsticks, and plastic spoons.

I almost forgot to bring the QR code sign.

Ye Zhongnan exclaimed that technology is advancing so fast these days; a dense array of squares can be scanned with a phone and money can be made.

At this time, Ye Zhongnan was unaware that a woman named Dong Pingping, who suffered from anorexia, lived upstairs.

She was so thin, weighing only fifty or sixty pounds; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a walking skeleton.

As usual, Dong Pingping didn't sleep all night and finally drifted off to sleep around five or six in the morning.

She smelled the aroma of rice porridge in her sleep, which made her feel at ease, and she was able to sleep soundly.

Ye Zhongnan downstairs saw that it was already broad daylight, and if he didn't set up his stall soon, this huge pot of porridge would be a disaster.

He finally managed to load the soup pot onto the tricycle, which already had a stove, gas cylinder, and other equipment.

He turned the stove to a low flame, because there was no need to worry about the porridge burning in the pot, so a low flame was sufficient.

Then Ye Zhongnan mustered his courage and pedaled his tricycle out of the alley.

He didn't know where to buy it for a moment, so he stopped at the entrance of the alley.

This is right at the intersection where you enter the main street.

At this time, white-collar workers were rushing to catch the subway when they saw Ye Zhongnan's tricycle.

What kinds of food do you offer for breakfast?

"We only have vegetable porridge and side dishes. Would you like one?" Ye Zhongnan replied, still a little hesitant.

We're so busy this morning, who wants to just drink porridge? Many people ask and then leave.

Ye Zhongnan was somewhat frustrated by his first defeat.

He reflected on it for a moment; the pot looked dark and unremarkable, and besides, it had a lid on.

If you cover the porridge completely, how can the aroma come out?

So Ye Zhongnan opened the lid and shamelessly started hawking his wares.

"Broccoli porridge, the best breakfast porridge, 10 yuan a bowl."

A bowl of porridge costing ten yuan is expensive, but Ye Zhongnan's purpose was not to make money.