Chapter 161 Zhuangyuan Dumplings Opens for Business
Xiao Wang looked worried: "The nurse in charge said that Shang Kaiming said he was taking his wife out to eat at around 2pm, saying he was tired of the food in the hospital cafeteria. The nurse didn't think much about it. Who would have thought that he hadn't come back at 5pm when he was supposed to be doing rounds?"
"..." Ye Xiaomei was speechless. Shang Kaiming must have run away because he saw that the wind was blowing in the wrong direction.
"Damn it! I told you that Shang Kaiming, this bastard, is very cunning." Shang Zhen gritted his teeth in anger.
Xiao Wang sighed: "The nurse also said that their lunch boxes and water bottles were secretly taken away, so they must have been secretly discharged from the hospital. They said they still owed three days of medical expenses."
Zhang Sanmao nodded and said, "Sister-in-law, Shang Kaiming's crime shouldn't have as big of an impact on society as Qian Shuisheng's. If he wants compensation from you later, please feel free to contact me."
Ye Xiaomei nodded. This was the only way. Based on her recent understanding of Shang Kaiming, he would definitely come back to ask for basic medical expenses.
Saturday was delayed like this.
But there is good news. Look, Shang Zhen is happily talking in the dormitory:
"You haven't even seen the old faces of Shang Kaiming and Qian Shuisheng. One is uglier than the other. You are amazing. How do you know so much? If you don't know, you would think you are a student in a medical school."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank: "I learned it from books. Actually, I don't understand it. I am more interested in Chinese medicine."
"You're so amazing, no wonder you carry a needle with you." Shang Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go sell meat early tomorrow morning. We can still do business for a day."
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei perked up: "Yes, tomorrow is Sunday, and the students will be returning to school one after another in the afternoon. Maybe I can sell a lot. I should go to bed quickly."
They both slept soundly that night, and only Ye Xiaomei couldn't figure out why her body had changed.
However, before going to bed, Ye Xiaomei tried it again. Sure enough, she could still see some conditions inside her body, but she was not as scared as she was yesterday.
Ye Xiaomei quietly turned around and looked at Shang Zhen who was sitting in the shop opposite. It was a rare occasion that she didn't read a novel late at night, and now he was snoring.
After Ye Xiaomei felt a pain on the back of her head, she still couldn't see any image, which was strange.
In fact, sometimes Ye Xiaomei could see some images of Zhang Sanmao unconsciously, but in his mind, apart from the military training at that time and where to go for investigation as a special envoy, there was nothing else. To put it bluntly, work came first.
The next day, before dawn, Shang Zhen got up earlier than Ye Xiaomei and clamored to go to the market to pick out the best piece of meat.
When she came back, Ye Xiaomei rolled up her sleeves, placed the chopping board on the table and started chopping the meat.
This was the first time doing business, Ye Xiaomei didn’t know how the business was going, and she was also worried that the stuffing would be left over and not fresh, so she bought three to five kilograms of meat.
Shang Zhen looks careless, but I didn't expect that he can make dumplings in many different ways.
After finishing all these, Ye Xiaomei took out the coal briquette stove from the security room at noon and set it up at the school gate:
"Master Hu, please wait. This first bowl is for you."
"I'm so sorry." As he said this, Mr. Hu came out rubbing his belly and said, "I'll help you set up the table."
As a man who has eaten someone's food, Mr. Hu hurriedly spread out the small folding table and also opened the stool and placed it in place:
"I'll get you a bucket of water. You can't just make the dumplings, you also have to wash the dishes."
"Thank you, Mr. Hu." Ye Xiaomei winked at Shang Zhen and saw the dumplings in the pot floating up. She then added some cold water, covered the pot and simmered it for a while before the fillings were cooked through.
Shang Zhen put up a handwritten sign, saying twelve thin-skinned, big-filled dumplings for two yuan a bowl: "Done."
"Uncle Hu, how about you try this stuffing?" Ye Xiaomei gave Uncle Hu a whole bowl of it, about eighteen in total.
Mr. Hu was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth: "This is too much. You're losing money before you even open the store."
Ye Xiaomei said sweetly: "How can that be possible? You are asked to please the judges. If it doesn't taste good, it will be useless no matter how much you eat."
"Then I can eat it." Grandpa Hu happily picked up one and put it into his mouth. The two girls stared at Grandpa Hu's mouth face to face.
"Hmm, hmm, delicious, very delicious." Mr. Hu was stunned at first, then he smacked his lips and stuffed another one in:
"This filling is really big. Aren't you afraid of losing money if you pack it this way?"
Ye Xiaomei and Shang Zhen looked at each other. After being praised by Master Hu, they felt that they could make a fortune even though the business hasn't even officially opened yet.
Shang Zhen also perked up. Seeing more and more students returning to school, she shouted, "Dumplings, two yuan a bowl, thin skin and big fillings, juicy when you take a bite. Classmate, you must have rushed back from school and didn't have lunch, come and try some..."
——Hey, isn’t this the little top scholar Ye Xiaomei?
——Yes, the one who was almost impersonated.
——Why are you selling dumplings here?
——I’m afraid his family situation is not good, so he wants to earn some money for tuition.
Soon, several classmates gathered in front of the stall. Ye Xiaomei smiled as she listened to their discussions:
"Come and try it. Today is the first day of opening. Buy one bowl and get two free."
Mr. Hu simply opened the school gate. He could keep an eye on whether there were any strangers coming in from the stall anyway:
"Xiao Mei, I have an idea. Look at the stalls they set up. They all have signs."
Ye Xiaomei stretched her neck to look. Yes, the stall at her grandmother's was called Qianlixiang Wonton. After eating the feet of the man selling steamed buns over there, she wanted to eat steamed buns again:
"Yes, Master. Do you think I should give it a name as well?"
"Of course not. If it tastes good, how can you promote it among your classmates without a name?" Mr. Hu thought thoughtfully:
"Just now I heard that you did well in the exam, so you are called the top scholar dumpling."
"..." Ye Xiaomei was stunned at first, and then she thought this name was good: "Okay, let's call it Zhuangyuan Dumpling, Shangzhen, add two characters quickly."
Shang Zhen's voice became hoarse from calling out so many people. There were many people coming to watch, but no one actually ate.
"Hey, Shang Xuetang, come here!" Mr. Hu really is a security guard. He could see Shang Xuetang in the crowd from a distance.
The fellow was carrying a snakeskin bag on his shoulders, which was half full of things. When he came up, his eyes lit up:
"Ye Xiaomei, what are you doing?"
"Selling dumplings to earn some money for tuition. You haven't eaten yet, right? Sit down, I'll treat you to some dumplings." Ye Xiaomei was not vague. She quickly unlatched the pot, opened the stove door, and put a bowl of dumplings in.
"I'm so sorry." They were all acquaintances. Shang Xuetang put down the snakeskin bag, sat down and started searching.
"What did you bring home this week? You didn't move your entire home here." Mr. Hu accepted a large piece of bacon from this kid last week.
"Of course I have. Here, this is for you, Master. It's a dried fish." As he spoke, Shang Xuetang pulled out a hard fish from his pocket. It must have weighed three or four pounds.
"It smells so good. I'll boil it in water and then put it in the pot to stew."
Master Hu took it and smelled it: "Although it's black, it smells quite good. OK, I'll take it. You can buy some steamed buns from the cafeteria and eat them at my place at noon."
"No, Ye Xiaomei, aren't you afraid that doing business here will delay your studies?" Shang Xuetang changed the subject. The sleeping bag that Ye Xiaomei had just brought to him made him salivate.
Eat one first.
"How is it?" Ye Xiaomei looked at Shang Xuetang expectantly.
"Hmmmm, hiss! It's delicious. It's so hot that I'm dying." Shang Xuetang could only breathe out because of the hotness and swallowed it with his eyes closed.
"I want to have a bowl too." Just then, a strange male classmate sat down.
"Okay." Ye Xiaomei quickly put the dumplings in. This classmate was her first customer, and Shang Zhen skillfully moved a small stool for him.
"Ye Xiaomei, you are capable..."
Who? Ye Xiaomei raised her head suddenly and was so frightened that she almost dropped the colander.
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