Lin Chuan had no idea that Jiang Xueying had imagined so much. He was now thinking about rushing back to the noodle shop, afraid of delaying the business.
For Lin Chuan, Jiang Xueying was just an old classmate with whom he had little interaction.
When she was in high school, she was one of the girls who dressed well and was quite pretty, but none of that mattered to Lin Chuan.
When they arrived at the back door of the noodle shop, Lin Chuan parked his bicycle there. Xiao Long, being quick-witted, hurriedly ran out of the house, saying, "Brother Chuan, let me help you."
Feng Lianggang put up a sign outside that said he would only be selling vegetarian noodles for the time being.
As soon as I returned to the kitchen, I saw that Lin Chuan had prepared so much food.
"Wow, Da Chuan, why did you buy so much stuff?"
Lin Chuan found a corner to put the things away. "We're short on supplies at home, and I don't know if these things will be enough."
As noon approached, the store gradually began to attract more customers.
"Boss, why do you have vegetarian noodles today?"
Feng Liang quickly replied, "Brother, I'm sorry, the meat isn't ready yet. If you want something else, it'll probably have to wait until after 4 p.m.
More and more people are arriving one after another.
One customer even asked, "Boss, is it the same brother helping out today? It tastes just like last time."
Feng Liang chuckled, "Yes, my brothers have been helping me these past few days. Thank you everyone for coming!"
“I made a special trip yesterday, but your shop was closed. It was a wasted trip.”
Many customers said this, and Feng Liang even took it upon himself to charge each of them two cents less for the vegetarian noodles today.
Just consider it as getting a repeat customer.
As Feng Liang rolled out the dough, he chuckled, "Da Chuan, look, you've done more in just one day than I have in a year. Many people are here because of your skills."
Lin Chuan scooped the noodles out of the pot, prepared the soup, and had Xiao Long take it out.
"That's because you're a good boss, that's why everyone is happy to come."
Feng Liang was delighted to receive the praise.
Working with Lin Chuan is a pleasure, otherwise, he and his wife would be arguing endlessly.
Once the meat is prepared and the soup is cooked, the braised pork noodles and similar dishes can be sold.
Feng Liang asked Lin Chuan to make three bowls of large meat noodles, and Xiao Long and the other two each had one bowl.
Xiao Long buried his head in his food and ate heartily. Halfway through, he squinted his eyes in satisfaction and said, "Brother Chuan, the meat you made is so delicious. If you sold braised meat separately, it would definitely be better than the state-run restaurants, much tastier."
Lin Chuan had certainly thought about these things, but everything requires capital.
Moreover, Feng Liang had the channels and tickets to buy meat, while he did not.
He can't buy that much meat right now. If he buys meat at a higher price and then resells it, it won't be profitable.
Feng Liang's eyes lit up. "Yes, Da Chuan, Xiao Long is right."
Lin Chuan didn't respond to that, saying, "Let's talk about it later."
Feng Liang didn't take it seriously, after all, he only knew how to roll out dough, and he wasn't good at anything else.
The meat that Lin Chuan braises uses the special ingredients provided by others; such technical skills are not passed on to outsiders.
After the three of them finished eating, Xiaolong quickly went to wash the dishes.
When someone outside orders noodles with pork belly or pork ribs, Lin Chuan quickly makes them, and Feng Liang serves them outside.
Xiao Long smelled the delicious aroma filling the kitchen and exclaimed, "Brother Chuan, what did you put in here? Even the boss lady's food doesn't smell this good!"
Xiao Long seemed to be in no mood for it, as if he had just asked casually.
Lin Chuan glanced at Xiao Long and casually said, "They're all ordinary materials, nothing special."
Xiao Long laughed, "Brother Chuan, you're amazing! You can make meat taste so good even with ordinary ingredients. Don't laugh at me, but my stomach is already full, and I still want to eat more."
Just like last time, Lin Chuan was busy until after eight o'clock.
Xiao Long finished cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen and then went home.
Feng Liang then started counting the money.
"The meat arrived late today, so I didn't sell as much as last time. It's sixty-four yuan and five cents in total. I'll add the extra five yuan I mentioned, making it seventy yuan!"
Lin Chuan took the seventy yuan and said, "Thank you, Brother Liang."
The scratches on Feng Liang's face were quite noticeable under the light.
He laughed and said, "I should thank you. Although I was almost exhausted both times, I made a lot of money. Most importantly, I felt comfortable!"
Back in Changling Village, Lin Chuan rode Feng Liang's bicycle.
Otherwise, with so much stuff and it being so late, there was really no way he could carry it all.
It was almost nine o'clock when I got home.
At this time, everyone should be washing up and going to bed.
But Lin Chuan didn't come back, and Xu Chunmai and her parents were still worried and didn't sleep.
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Shengli quickly came out to greet him.
"Da Chuan, you're finally back."
Lin Chuan lifted the things down, and Xu Shengli, seeing this, quickly went to help.
In the west room, Lin Shuning had already gone to sleep, while Xu Chunmai was still waiting for Lin Chuan.
The moment she saw Lin Chuan, her whole demeanor softened.
"Dachuan..."
"Okay." Lin Chuan responded, wanting to kiss Xu Chunmai's forehead, but with his parents-in-law there, it wouldn't be appropriate, so he could only hold back.
Lin Chuan placed the items on the other side of the kang (a heated brick bed), then took out the cloth from inside and handed it to Qian Jinhua.
“Mother, I bought some cloth. You, Father, Chunmai, and Shuning, each have a set of clothes made.”
Qian Jinhua reached out and took it, carefully touching the fabric. "This fabric is really nice."
"Just give it to Chunmai, Shuning, and you. Your father and I still have clothes to wear, so we don't need to make anything."
Such fine material, it's a waste for the old couple to wear it.
Lin Chuan took out some money from his pocket. "Mom, you don't need to be so frugal. I earned seventy yuan today."
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