Chapter 143 What kind of person have I become...

"Dangdangdangdang."

Liu Feifei raised her hands, and Liu Cheng held back his laughter and lifted up a piece of the red cloth to show Fan Qing the words on the wooden board.

The base was crabapple red, and the black characters were outlined with gold edges. There were a few large characters in an unknown font.

Good luck to the rotating hot pot.

In the upper right corner next to the hot pot, there was also a painting of a Beijing hot pot pot. There were meat and vegetables in the pot, and a few wisps of white smoke symbolizing the steam. It

looked vivid and lifelike. "This... is so beautiful."

It was beautiful and eye-catching!

Fan Qingyi's eyes lit up, and he liked it indescribably.

Liu Feifei smiled very proudly, "Are the words beautiful? Is the painting beautiful?"

Fan Qingyi nodded repeatedly.

"My dad wrote the words, and my mom painted the pot. They spent dozens of sheets of rice paper revising and revising for these words and paintings. They were really serious." Liu Feifei said with a smile.

Fan Qing was surprised, "Did your parents help you?"

"Yes, my parents said they couldn't help you much, but they could still help you with writing and painting."

Liu Feifei's eyebrows were full of smiles, "My dad has been practicing calligraphy with my grandfather since he was a child. He has been writing for decades. You don't know how happy he was when he finished writing and decided to use these words..."

"And my mother has been practicing painting for many years. She didn't have many opportunities to show off before. Finally, she can help you. You don't know that in order to draw this pot, she secretly went to my grandmother's house and took out the pot of the old Beijing hot pot..."

After saying that, she looked at the pot in the store, her eyes lit up and she smiled, "Isn't this a coincidence?"

Fan Qingyi followed her line of sight to the hot pot, then turned his head to look at the pot drawn by Liu's mother.

He also smiled.

It was indeed a coincidence.

"Sister Yiyi, are we going to hang it up now?" Liu Chengcai asked, "Do you want to find an auspicious day to..."

Fan Qing shook her head, "No, just hang it up directly."

She turned around and moved a stool from the store. Liu Chengcai responded and took out the tools he had prepared from the messenger bag he was carrying. He first stood on the stool to test the height, hammered the nails in, and then hung the sign to secure it.

It was done in a few minutes.

He stood on the bench and looked at the three people standing on the ground, looking up at the sign, "Should I just take off the red cloth?"

"What are you taking off? Come down and let Sister Yiyi take it off." Liu Feifei frowned unhappily and glared at his cousin.

Liu Chengcai shrugged and looked at Fan Qingyi, "Sister Yiyi, look..."

Fan Qingyi glanced at Liu Feifei who wanted her to uncover the red cloth herself, and smiled, "Okay, I'll do it."

Liu Feifei's eyes lit up immediately.

Liu Chengcai shook his head and got off the stool.

Liu Feifei pulled his arm and winked at the ground beside him. Liu Chengcai nodded, turned his back to the few people, took out a small string of firecrackers from his pocket, walked a little further away, put it down, and took out a box of matches from his pocket.

When Fan Qingyi stood on the bench, grabbed the red cloth with one hand, and the moment he uncovered it, he pulled out the matches and lit the firecrackers.

The sound of "crackling" rang out instantly, and a burst of sulfur-containing smoke was blown by the wind and rushed towards the store door.

Liu Feifei raised her hands and clapped along with the sound of firecrackers.

Jiang Yanhong looked at them, smiled and clapped as well.

"Congratulations, sister Yiyi, Good Luck Spinning Hot Pot is officially open for business!"

Liu Chengcai also came over with a smile, "Congratulations, sister Yiyi, I wish Good Luck Spinning Hot Pot lots of money."

"Congratulations, sister-in-law, Good Luck Spinning Hot Pot will surely sell like hot cakes and make a fortune!" Jiang Yanhong also smiled and joined in the fun.

Fan Qingyi met their smiling faces and also showed a strong smile on his face.

"I wish all of us good luck."

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

Sun's sister-in-law came out after hearing the noise, and when she saw the sign that Fan Qingyi had hung, she exclaimed, "Sister Fan has hung a sign? Good luck? What a good name..."

Other families came out after hearing the noise, and when they saw the two families chatting and laughing together, they all turned around with gloomy faces and went back to the store.

Ever since Fan Qingyi came, their business has been getting worse day by day. Those people would rather wait in line for Fan Qingyi's meal than eat theirs.

Now they are still doing this sign-hanging thing, it's really, really annoying.

Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, the brother and sister did not leave, and both stayed to help.

The four of them were busy enough.

After everyone had left, Liu Chengcai sat on the stool and waved his hands, "This business is not suitable for me. I am more suitable for hammering and doing some small repair work..."

Liu Feifei was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The siblings helped to bring the dishes to the kitchen. Jiang Yanhong quickly washed out several pots, and the four of them ate hot pot with the remaining vegetables and meat.

When they went back, Liu Chengcai still felt unsatisfied.

"Sister Yiyi, this soup base tastes really good, and the vegetables and meat cooked with the sauce are also delicious. It would be great if I could have more noodles."

Because Jiang Yanhong told him, "If you don't eat hot pot, you will be half as happy."

But today, most diners ate noodles, and none of the thirty portions of hand-rolled noodles sent by Song Youwei were left.

Liu Chengcai had nothing to eat.

"Come and eat again when you have time, and let my wife roll some for you." Jiang Yanhong felt a little embarrassed. She should have said something more.

Liu Feifei smiled and tried to smooth things over, and took her cousin away.

Liu Chengcai raised his arm and called sister, "I will bring friends to eat in two days."

Fan Qingyi hurriedly agreed and told them to come anytime.

Seeing the brother and sister riding away, Fan Qingyi and Jiang Yanhong went back to the store to clean up.

After Jiang Yanhong got used to it, Fan Qingyi discussed with her to open it again in the evening, taking advantage of the cold weather before the New Year to make some money from hot pot. After the New Year, the weather will be warmer, and there may be fewer people eating hot pot.

In the evening, we will serve hot pot, just hot pot, not buffet.

The number of hot pots has doubled from 20 to 40.

If the wooden table can't accommodate everyone, we can make a square table.

The difference is that one has a revolving table and customers can eat and take food as they like,

while the other does not. Customers need to order dishes and they bring the dishes over. The final settlement method is actually the same, counting rubber bands. Jiang Yanhong has no objection. If she can make money, she should make money while the popularity is high.

She saw someone sneaking around their door two days ago, and a customer reminded her that someone asked them about the price of the dishes and meat, and asked them to find out where they bought the pots, hoping to get a share of the hot pot business.

If they open in the evening, they will have to prepare more things. Fan Qingyi's plan is not to charge processing fees, but to count the rubber bands and give Jiang Yanhong a commission.

One rubber band costs one cent, and she will be paid the same day when she counts the rubber bands.

Fan Qingyi calculated that the number of rubber bands for lunch was about 1,000, and if the commission was 1 cent, the total amount would be about 10 yuan.

The business in the evening should be better than lunch, and the money paid for the rubber bands would be more than the processing fee.

Jiang Yanhong was sincere to her, and she was willing to be sincere to her.

Jiang Yanhong frowned and shook her head, "How can I ask for processing fee again? Commission... I don't want it either. My sister-in-law pays me enough. If I ask for more, what kind of person would I be..."

She refused.