He usually rolls out the noodles, and his wife prepares the meat, chicken broth, and noodle soup. But his wife ran away today, so what's the point of selling anything now?
Especially now, the large pieces of meat, pork chops, and chicken soup are almost sold out.
If we don't boil some fresh ones now, we won't have any left to sell tonight.
Lin Chuan looked at the noodle shop menu on the table: braised pork noodles, pork chop noodles, beef noodles, chicken soup noodles, vegetarian noodles...
There are many kinds.
The most expensive dishes are the braised pork noodles and the pork chop noodles, which cost one yuan a bowl.
A bowl of plain noodles costs 35 cents.
"Boss, I can make noodles. I can make all the soup and ingredients for these noodles, braise the meat, and roll out the dough."
Lin Chuan wasn't lying.
In his previous life, after Xu Chunmai died, he often missed the bowl of hand-pulled noodles his wife made.
Every time he ate Xu Chunmai's hand-pulled noodles, it was a secret meal; Xu Chunmai would secretly prepare them for him.
After that, he made noodles for twenty years. Even though everyone said his noodles tasted amazing, his Chunmai Noodle Restaurant even expanded overseas and spread all over the world.
However, he still couldn't recreate the taste of Xu Chunmai's hand-pulled noodles.
The boss looked Lin Chuan up and down. "You can even do this?"
He didn't actually want to close down. His shop was right behind the hospital, and there were always a lot of people coming to the hospital. His food wasn't bad, and the meat portions were generous, so business was pretty good.
If we close down, we'll lose a lot of money every day.
Moreover, we've already stocked up on meat and ingredients at home; if we don't use them for a long time, we'll lose too much later.
Lin Chuan nodded, "I can make a bowl for the boss to try."
The boss thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, come in."
The owner was quick; he rolled out the dough right away. "What kind of noodles do you want?"
"I'll make vegetarian noodles."
Plain noodles best showcase the craftsmanship of the noodle maker.
Lin Chuan worked quickly, cooking noodles and preparing the soup...
In no time, a steaming bowl of vegetarian noodles was served.
The owner looked at the bowl of noodles, which seemed to be no different from the ones his wife made.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of noodles, and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately.
He then slurped several more mouthfuls and drank a lot of soup.
"Brother, you're really good at cooking. You made such a delicious bowl of vegetarian noodles."
Lin Chuan didn't say anything. If he had rolled the dough himself, it would have been even chewier and more delicious.
The owner's noodle-making skills are quite good, but the ratio of water to flour is still a bit off.
"Brother, how about you stay and help me braise the meat and make the broth today?" The boss was determined not to let Lin Chuan go. "I'll pay you. If you work until eight o'clock tonight, I'll give you ten yuan!"
The boss was very generous.
To be honest, ten yuan is a lot of money. At that time, many people only earned twenty or thirty yuan a month and still had to support their whole family.
Lin Chuan was quite confident in his noodle-making skills.
"Boss, I don't want the ten yuan wage. If I sell an extra bowl of noodles, you give me a commission of one yuan. I want a commission of two mao."
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