Chapter 22 The Difference of One Tael of Silver
Wen Zhenyi ignored his complaints. She didn't make much for Chen Hanxing either, just one or two bites, because she knew he didn't have much appetite, so she wanted to stimulate his taste buds little by little.
In a clean pot, put the dumplings in one by one, pour in some mixed batter water, cover the pot and leave it alone.
Cheng Lesheng asked for noodles while saying, "Can you cook the dumplings like this?"
Wen Zhenyi wiped his hands and glanced at him: "Even if there's food, it can't stop you from talking?"
Cheng Lesheng stopped talking immediately, but you know what, these noodles are really delicious, chewy, and have many different flavors.
But this number is indeed too small.
The Wen family also shook their heads when they saw Cheng Lesheng. This young master of the Cheng family is really...
Cheng Lesheng looked at the empty bowl, feeling a little unsatisfied, and considered whether to have another bowl.
Chen Hanxing ate very slowly. The amount of noodles in this bowl was not much, but it was just enough for him to finish it.
Wen Zhen saw that the time was almost up, so he lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the dumplings inside were cooked. The bottoms had turned golden brown and were emitting a fragrant aroma.
She picked up two of each type of dumplings, placed them on a plate, and handed it to Cheng Lesheng: "Here."
Cheng Lesheng took it quickly when he saw it and handed it to Shen Hanxing: “Hanxing, would you like to eat some more?”
Shen Hanxing shook her head: “I’m full.”
Cheng Lesheng looked at the empty bowl of noodles and said, "You have an appetite like a bird."
Wen Zhenyi didn’t give him dumplings, knowing that he couldn’t eat anymore, but he still packed some dumplings for him in a food box: “Take these back for Grandpa Shen to eat.”
Shen Hanxing didn’t answer: “Pay me and I’ll take it away.”
"Twenty cents."
Chen Hanxing looked at the bowls lined up on the bench and said, "This bowl of noodles probably costs more than twenty cents."
"Since Brother Shen thinks it's too little, just give him one or two taels of silver."
Shen Hanxing said nothing, took off a purse from his waist, took out a tael of silver and put it in her palm.
Wen Zhenyi took the silver and put it into his belt: "I have taken the food money for one month. I will ask my father to send a meal to you at the private school every day. If the private school is closed, I will send it to you at home." After that, he stuffed the food box in his hand into Shen Hanxing's arms.
Cheng Lesheng suddenly felt that the dumplings on his plate were no longer delicious. He only ate such a small amount with one tael of silver, while other people’s one tael of silver could provide them with food for a month.
Shen Hanxing looked at her busy back and a smile appeared on his face.
Cheng Lesheng handed the remaining dumplings on the plate to the people behind him and said, "Here's a reward for you." Then he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.
Shen Hanxing turned to look at him: "How is your craftsmanship?"
"It's hard to find someone with such great cooking skills who can make someone as picky as you eat something even with a lantern." He then stood up and went to look for Wen Zhenyi.
"Miss Wen."
Wen Zhenyi was busy making food for the customers in line. There was no food tasting at their stall now, so people had to line up to buy on a first-come, first-served basis.
"Wait."
The smile on Cheng Lesheng's face almost froze. Wherever he went, he was the center of attention and the object of everyone's flattery, but why did he become disliked by everyone in front of this little girl?
Chen Hanxing found it quite interesting to see his friend suffer a rare setback.
Cheng Le sat back in his chair angrily: "Han Xing, how dare this damn girl do this to me?"
Chen Hanxing looked down at the food box in his hand: "People have to make a living, you can't let them die because of you."
"It's not like I don't give her money, is it that serious?"
"Be patient and wait. Their stall is doing good business, so it won't take long."
Cheng Lesheng was extremely depressed. If it weren't for the old man in his family who had a bad stutter, he wouldn't have come to find this damn girl.
The ingredients at Wen Zhenyi's stall were finally sold out. When he walked out, he saw Cheng Lesheng had fallen asleep leaning against the servant beside him.
The servant saw her coming and quickly pushed him: "Master, Master."
"Don't make noise." Cheng Lesheng said as he rubbed his nose with his fingers.
Chen Hanxing was helpless: "He is not a bad person, but his personality is a little eccentric."
"Is Brother Shen very familiar with him?"
"Grandpa and Uncle Cheng are good friends, and we are playmates who grew up together."
"No wonder."
The servant patted Cheng Lesheng again: "Master, Master."
Cheng Lesheng woke up with a lot of anger. Just when he was about to explode, he saw Wen Zhenyi standing in front of him. His brain was still a little unrecoverable.
Wen Zhenyi felt helpless when he saw him like this: "Master Cheng, let's talk business now."
Cheng Lesheng's mind finally recovered, he sat up straight and said, "I want to invite you to my house to prepare a birthday banquet for my father."
“How many tables?”
"Eight to ten tables, you can go as per ten tables."
"Specification."
"What are specifications?" Cheng Lesheng was a little confused.
“To put it simply, it’s simple home cooking, middle-level restaurant food, and high-end boutique food.”
Cheng Lesheng was confused and turned to look at Shen Hanxing: “Do you know?”
Shen Hanxing shook his head: “I don’t know.”
Cheng Lesheng felt overwhelmed. Who could tell him what these were? "Is there any difference?"
"Home-cooked dishes are dishes that are acceptable to everyone and are more popular. What you are eating today and what I have been selling these days are all home-cooked dishes."
"Is this still a home-cooked meal?" Cheng Lesheng was a little uneasy. In his opinion, these foods could no longer be described as home-cooked meals.
"Um."
"What about restaurant dishes and gourmet dishes?"
"The materials, workmanship, and presentation will all be improved. For example, a ten-course home-cooked meal might cost one tael of silver, while a restaurant or fine cuisine might cost ten or even a hundred taels. Of course, the final price can be determined based on your choice."
"Do you have a menu?" Cheng Lesheng became more and more confused the more he listened.
"No. But I can work it out based on your budget."
"Are you going to buy the ingredients?"
"Yes, I am responsible for what I make, and I need to buy the ingredients myself."
"And what about your expenses?"
"It depends on the specifications you choose."
Cheng Lesheng is now undecided: "Let me go back and think about it. When I'm done, I'll come find you."
"Okay." Wen Zhenyi glanced at Shen Hanxing next to him: "If you don't go back now, the dumplings will be cold."
Shen Hanxing smiled and stood up: "I'm leaving."
Cheng Lesheng also caught up with him: "You didn't wait for me."
Wen Zhenyi watched the two of them leave, and began to pack up the stall with his family. They only sold two kinds of things today, but business was still good.
The vendors on both sides couldn't help but buy some to eat.
On the way, she asked about the Cheng family: "Grandma, what is the origin of the Cheng family?"
"The Cheng family is considered a clean family among merchants, and Master Cheng is a rare and infatuated man. It's just that his son is a little spoiled."
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