Chapter 68: Ten Delivery Orders
"Can it be delivered to the textile factory?" a young girl among the customers asked loudly.
The textile factory is in the south of the city. It is the factory farthest from the market and also the factory with the worst-tasting canteen.
Ge Tai patted his chest and assured: "We can deliver it. As long as it is within the scope of Haidong Town, we can deliver it, and we guarantee that the powder will not be cold when it is delivered to you."
"Is there meat and vegetables in this pickled pepper powder?" the girl continued to ask.
Ge Tai replied: "Don't worry, every serving of our noodles has meat and vegetables."
"Okay, I'll try it today and deliver one to the textile factory at noon. My name is Hu Shuang, I'll wait for you at the gate after get off work." She generously took out fifty cents, "I want extra shrimp and abalone."
Ge Tai took the money, wrote down the dishes the other party wanted to order, and agreed with her on a time to deliver the food.
Finally, he drew a small triangle on the notebook and said, "The first ten customers who order delivery will receive a free glass of lemonade. You are the second one, and the lemonade and powder will be delivered to you."
"Lemonade? Is it delicious?" Hu Shuang asked curiously.
Chen Zhao answered, "It tastes sour and sweet, and is delicious."
Just as Hu Shuang was about to continue asking, he felt his clothes being tugged by his friend next to him.
My friend gently advised: "You haven't even tried the noodles yet, why are you paying for lunch? What if it doesn't suit your taste? You should return it."
The person sitting at the same table nodded unconsciously, quite agreeing with his friend's opinion.
"It's worth it to try two new things for fifty cents." Hu Shuang smiled heartily.
On the other side, Yu Zhile and Zhang Wenxin cooked six bowls of noodles and brought them to the table one by one.
One of the bowls was Hu Shuang's, with double shrimp and double abalone.
The milky white soup was boiling slightly, and the steam with a rich and delicious smell rushed towards her, making her appetite wreathed.
Her friend wanted to continue persuading her, but she couldn't wait to take a big sip of the soup and exclaimed.
"It tastes delicious, even better than the big bone soup in state-owned restaurants." Hu Shuang shut his friend up with just one sentence.
The middle-aged man at the same table was opening the spice jar in the middle of the table to check it. He paused and said, "Little girl, how many times have you eaten at state-owned restaurants? The food here is definitely not as good as that of state-owned restaurants. Chef Hu's cooking skills are inherited from his ancestors."
Hu Shuang frowned at the tone of preaching. She responded, "Uncle, how many times have you eaten at state-owned restaurants? You haven't even tried the rice noodles here, how did you come to this conclusion?"
"I've definitely eaten more than you." The middle-aged man suddenly got annoyed, "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."
Hu Shuang sneered and rolled his eyes.
Her timid-looking friend chuckled.
"You." The man's neck turned red. "I don't want to eat anymore. Give me my money back. This stall doesn't look very hygienic. Don't send people to the hospital."
"Which eye of yours has noticed other people's poor hygiene? The stove is cleaner than your face." Hu Shuang choked.
The people at the next table burst out laughing after hearing what she said and echoed her.
The hygiene of the stall is obvious to all. The tabletop is polished to a shine and the seasoning jars are all brand new.
"I don't want to argue with you, you unreasonable little girl." The man snorted and shouted, "Give me back! Are you trying to force me to buy you?"
The man's noodles hadn't even been cooked yet, so Yu Zhile asked Zhang Haimei to refund him, saying loudly, "Everyone, you can refund anytime before the noodles are cooked."
"No, this little taste has entered my soul and I'm waiting to eat it." An older sister responded loudly.
The middle-aged man glared at her, walked angrily to another food stall, and shouted, "Give me two bowls of fresh meat wontons."
Hu Shuang curled his lips and complained: "You are sick in the brain."
After she finished speaking, she stopped Ge Tai, who was serving rice noodles to her friend, and said, "Brother, add another bowl of pickled pepper powder and all the shrimps, and send it to the textile factory together."
"Okay." Ge Tai took another fifty cents from her.
As soon as the friend heard the request, he knew that she was buying it for him. When he was about to stop her, she stuffed a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
In just one second, my friend's taste buds were conquered and he quietly lowered his head to eat the noodles.
After Hu Shuang finished eating the side dishes in her small pot, she added chili sauce and vinegar to the pot and started eating happily.
At the same time, seafood rice noodles are conquering guests at other tables.
Many people only took a bite and immediately asked Getai to order lunch delivery.
Within half an hour of setting up the stall, he received ten takeout orders, and most of the people asked for side dishes.
As one group of people left, another group filled the table.
During this period, some people brought their own lunch boxes and packed ten servings of Family Rice Noodles at once. The business was so prosperous that people from the surrounding sideline businesses were jealous.
Yu Zhile and Zhang Wenxin kept cooking noodles until around 8:30 when they stopped to rest.
At this time, people from the surrounding villages arrived at the market one after another, and the people in blue work clothes gradually disappeared.
"Oh, I'm so tired. I may not be able to lift my arms tomorrow." Zhang Wenxin drank a pot of water in one breath and kept beating his arms.
Yu Zhile joked, "Are you not happy that business is good?"
"I'm happy to, I'm happy to, it would be best if I could work for ten hours." Zhang Wenxin said with a smile, "I love to cook noodles, I love to cook three pots of noodles at a time, and more people can come at noon and in the afternoon!"
Business was much better than she had expected, and she loved watching Ge Tai and Zhang Haimei collecting money non-stop.
As she thought about it, she glanced at the wooden basin containing the rice noodles and estimated that there were only ten servings left, which meant they had sold more than forty bowls of rice noodles.
"I made about fifteen dollars in this hour!" Zhang Wenxin calculated in his mind and gestured to Yu Zhile excitedly, "After deducting the cost, it should be this much."
Yu Zhile said calmly: "Almost."
"Never mind, I'll sit down and rest for a while." After the excitement, Zhang Wenxin felt tired and pulled Yu Zhile to sit on the bench to rest.
The three Zhang sisters washed the last small clay pot and were invited to sit down.
At this time, Chen Zhao and Huo Tianhe were chatting enthusiastically.
More and more people came to the fair. Their stall on the south side sold small straw items and had few customers.
"You guys are a new stall too, right? Business is really good. You've sold about fifty or sixty bowls, I guess." The stall manager looked gentle and spoke standard Mandarin. He came forward to talk.
Zhang Wenxin laughed: "Not that much, all the money I earned was hard-earned."
"Are you also educated youth? Which village are you from?" The person in charge glanced at Yu Zhile, "Did you pay the money first, or did the village pay for it? Our village only wants to do a business that is sure to make a profit, so we are unwilling to pay."
"Haiyu Village." Zhang Wenxin selectively ignored some questions.
"Have you heard of my name? My name is Xu Yu."
"I have a good friend who was assigned to Haiyu Village. His name is Huangshan. I think he has mentioned me in front of you, right?"
"Is he feeling unwell today? Why haven't we seen him join you guys in the stall?"
The person in charge was more enthusiastic and kept asking questions.
As soon as this name came out, Chen Zhao's voice stopped abruptly.
"I don't know him. Our sideline group doesn't recruit people who love to stir up trouble and fight all day long and talk more than old men and women." Zhang Wenxin's tone was filled with a hint of disgust.
Xu Yu's expression froze, and he explained, "It wasn't his fault. The educated youth from Beijing was a dandy who took advantage of his power to bully others. He looked down on others and his eyes were on the top of his head."
"Oh? How can a dandy boy like me look down on others? Tell me about it." Chen Zhao came over from the next table.
He sat down on the empty chair in front of Xu Yu, leaning his elbows on the table, his movements and expressions revealing a hint of cynicism.
Suddenly, Xu Yu's face became embarrassed and he returned to his stall in dejection.
"Hey, can you please explain it clearly? How did I look down on you?" Chen Zhao raised his voice, "Is exposing Huang Shan for stealing my walnut cakes considered looking down on others?"
This movement attracted inquiring glances from people at the surrounding stalls.
Xu Yu raised the book to cover his face.
"I'm so angry. Huangshan did something wrong, but he is still slandering me behind my back." Chen Zhao said angrily.
Huo Tianhe came over and cursed: "This man is really too much, you shouldn't let him go!"
"Why are you angry? Let my dad put a sack on him and beat him up." Yu Zhile suddenly said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, Huo Tianhe widened his eyes. He always thought she was a gentle person.
It looks a bit fierce, but I seem to like it more.
As he thought about it, his eyes began to wander.
"It's not impossible, but I'm afraid Uncle Guang won't be able to control his strength and cripple him." Zhang Wenxin touched his chin and thought.
Chen Zhao raised his fist and laughed: "I can handle that weakling Huang Shan, why would Uncle Guang need to help?"
"Who is the weakling?" Zhang Wenxin clicked his tongue and looked at him with disdain.
A war of words is about to break out.
Huo Tianhe quietly moved towards Yu Zhile and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Huo Tianhe, and I am Chen Zhao's friend."
"Hello, Yu Zhile." Yu Zhile was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking to him.
Huo Tianhe smiled shyly: "The seafood rice noodles you made are really delicious, even better than the scallion oil noodles in the state-owned restaurant."
"Thank you." Yu Zhile smiled politely.
Not far away, Yu Haiguang held Yu Chi on his shoulders and asked, "Xiaobao, didn't you see your sister again?"
"Report, I haven't seen it yet." Yu Chi said excitedly.
This was his first time going to market, and Zhou Yuesheng pushed Yu Yue and walked beside them.
"Hey, isn't this the sideline group that's said to make a lot of money? Why is there no one here? You're just being lazy with the village's money. Fortunately, my family didn't play tricks on you." The sharp-eyed Aunt Huang and others saw the stall first.
The gloating tone made other market goers stare at them curiously, and they gradually gathered towards the stall of Haiyu Village.
In the crowd, a girl dressed in exquisite clothes was stepped on by someone and complained, "Aunt, the money my father gave me is enough for me to eat at the state-owned restaurant for half a month, and you actually brought me to the market?"
The middle-aged woman next to her smiled awkwardly.
The next second, the girl was pushed by someone behind her and squeezed to the front.
When she saw Yu Zhile, she raised her eyebrows with a playful expression.
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