Nothing happened that night. The next morning at four o'clock, Lin Yu and the other two got up one after another.
At this time, Li Dahui's steamed buns were ready to be steamed.
Lin Yu quickly rolled up her sleeves and went over to help.
With help from others, the work was done quickly, and Li Dahui was ready to leave before five o'clock.
He has a second-hand tricycle, which he rides every day to sell steamed buns.
Since there was no room in the car, Lin Yu and the other two decided to walk over.
Li Dahui instructed, "Be careful yourselves."
Lin Yu waved her hand: "Okay, you can go now."
It was not even five o'clock yet, and it was still dark. Lin Yu led Lin Jing and Song Meili slowly toward the entrance of the machinery factory.
Lin Jing sighed, "This money really wasn't easy to earn."
It was so dark outside; Li Dahui should have been in bed, but he was out riding his bike to do business.
Lin Yu looked at the sky, which was gradually brightening, and said, "Yes, it's not easy. Making money is never easy."
Song Meili said disappointedly, "I originally thought I could take this opportunity to set up a stall with him and make some money, but now it seems that selling steamed buns won't work."
Song Meili's family has stopped contacting her for a long time, and she has to take care of everything herself.
Fortunately, the teacher training college she attended offered subsidies, which meant she almost didn't have to pay tuition.
She had saved up some money during her years working at the food factory, so making a living was no problem.
However, since she had no way out, she felt even more threatened.
She always had to find ways to make money; the fact that she was only spending and not earning made her feel insecure.
She had originally planned to set up a stall with Li Dahui, but now it seems that such a job is not suitable for her.
She was somewhat worried.
Lin Yu laughed and said, "It's okay, if we can't sell steamed buns, we can sell other things."
Song Meili nodded: "Yes, there will be a way."
When the three arrived at the location, Li Dahui was collecting fried dough sticks.
The person making the fried dough sticks would deliver them to his stall, so he wouldn't have to go out of his way to get them.
After the fried dough stick vendor left, Li Dahui began to pack up his stall.
Lin Yu and the other two quickly went forward to help.
His stall didn't have that many items; it just had steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk.
There are only two flavors of steamed buns: one is filled with pure meat, and the other is filled with meat and vegetables.
Lin Yu didn't know where he got the pork from, since you need meat coupons to buy meat these days, and Li Dahui obviously didn't get it through legitimate channels.
That's true; he knew about methods that ordinary people didn't when he was in the brigade.
After spending some time exploring the northern part of the city, it's not surprising that he found his way.
Lin Yu felt there was no need to ask further about this.
That's why Lin Yu wasn't optimistic about Song Meili's idea of selling steamed buns.
She doesn't have the connections like Li Dahui, so she can't sell meat-filled buns.
Selling only vegetarian buns clearly doesn't generate much profit.
Even though Li Dahui sells minced meat, he earns his money penny by penny, which is no easy feat.
Moreover, vegetarian buns probably wouldn't even earn a single penny.
Neither Song Meili nor Lin Jing had thought of these things; they worked very hard to help Li Dahui.
First, tidy up the items and wipe everything clean to give customers a clean and hygienic impression.
Li Dahui learned this from the food factory.
Soon, customers started arriving at six o'clock.
With Lin Yu and the others helping out, Li Dahui was in charge of greeting the customers, while they handled the change and cash collection.
The customers who arrive around six o'clock are mostly local residents, housewives who go out to buy groceries and bring back steamed buns for breakfast.
These people would buy several steamed buns at once, and also order fried dough sticks and soy milk.
Soy milk is served in bowls; customers need to bring their own bucket if they want to take it home.
If it's for the whole family, customers will buy three bowls at a time.
Until seven o'clock, all the customers who came were factory workers.
Most of these people are rushing to work, so they generally don't buy soy milk.
Some people who aren't in a hurry will stop and have soy milk and breakfast at the stall.
Li Dahui brought a table and four chairs so that guests could sit down and have breakfast.
There weren't many people left to eat breakfast.
The customers were all familiar with Li Dahui. When they saw the three girls, they asked him, "Why do you have so many helpers today?"
Li Dahui said with a smile, "She's my niece, and she's here to help out during her summer vacation."
Upon hearing that it was summer vacation, the customer asked, "Are you a student?"
Li Dahui said proudly, "Yes, a college student."
Although he himself didn't go to school, his niece and his wife are both college students.
I heard that three college students are selling breakfast at the entrance, and even more customers are coming.
Everyone stared at them like they were watching a spectacle, and even asked Lin Yu, "You're college students, why are you selling breakfast?"
College students of this era are the pride of heaven, and in everyone's impression, they should be sitting in offices and becoming officials.
Why would someone set up a stall and do small business as a self-employed individual?
Some people also suspect that Li Dahui was not telling the truth, and that the girls might not be college students at all.
Lin Yu wasn't angry at all; she explained very kindly:
“We’re here to help my uncle. And college students are people too, so why can’t they sell breakfast? We’re all equal.”
"Thank you all for supporting my uncle's business."
After she said that, the people who had asked her the question felt a little embarrassed.
They were making malicious assumptions about them, yet they were still so polite.
As expected of a college student, the words they speak are so pleasant to hear.
We're all equal, so we should thank them.
Out of respect for the college students, many onlookers spent money to buy Li Dahui's steamed buns.
Before nine o'clock, everything on the stall was sold out.
After the crowd dispersed, Li Dahui looked at the three of them with some guilt: "I'm sorry."
He belatedly felt guilty for making college students sell him steamed buns, as he had embarrassed them.
Lin Jing wrinkled her nose and said, "Uncle Dahui, what are you talking about? We're not ashamed at all. What's shameful about making money?"
Lin Jing has always been outspoken and bold since childhood, and she is never afraid of what others say about her.
Besides, she's experienced hunger before, so of course she knows how important it is to make money.
As for college students, there's no rule that college students can't set up stalls.
Song Meili felt even less ashamed; if she could do this job, she would also like to set up a stall.
Lin Yu shrugged and said to Li Dahui, "See? Neither of us feels ashamed, so why are you feeling guilty?"
Li Dahui was relieved and smiled: "Thanks to you all today, I usually don't sell out until noon."
"Isn't this just the celebrity effect?" Lin Yu thought shamelessly.
However, it's quite normal for college students setting up stalls to be treated like celebrities and watched by onlookers.
After all, in everyone's mind, college students and street vending are not things that can be associated.
Overjoyed, Li Dahui waved his hand and said he would treat them to a delicious lunch.
Lin Yu and the other two were naturally overjoyed.
The three walked home slowly, while Li Dahui arrived a little later by bicycle.
He came in carrying a piece of meat and said, "We're having braised pork for lunch!"
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