I want to eat liangpi (cold skin noodles)!
Ye Yuqing loves to eat liangpi (cold skin noodles). These past few nights, after Lin Yifeng finished setting up his stall, he would take her to the dilapidated street in his tricycle to eat liangpi.
"No, you don't want to eat!"
Lin Yifeng declined Ye Yuqing's suggestion. He was now a millionaire and he had to celebrate.
"profound!"
"What would you like to eat?"
Ye Yuqing tilted her head to look at Lin Yifeng, her black hair loose, and her peach-blossom eyes filled with a hint of expectation.
"Let me think about it!"
Lin Yifeng pointed to the tricycle, and Ye Yuqing obediently jumped into it and squatted down. He pedaled the tricycle past another "ring toss" stall a dozen meters away, and suddenly greeted the owner:
"Boss, time to close up shop!"
This "ring toss" stall appeared yesterday morning.
The owner was a bald man with some scars on his face. He almost completely replicated all of Lin Yifeng's tricks. Moreover, his stall was not far from Lin Yifeng's and the prices were cheaper, which diverted some of Lin Yifeng's customers.
Fortunately, the bald man doesn't speak any foreign languages and isn't accompanied by the stunningly beautiful Veronica Yip, so the foot traffic has never been very high.
This was the first time Lin Yifeng had greeted the stall owner who had "copied and pasted" him. The stall owner, who was tidying up his Jianzhan teacups, looked at Lin Yifeng with a fierce expression, his hand lightly placed on his waist, and he didn't say a word.
"Haha, boss, don't get excited."
Those in the same industry are rivals.
This bald boss almost completely copied Lin Yifeng's methods, so when Lin Yifeng greeted him, he was extremely guilty and flustered, and his hand involuntarily went to the machete.
Once he's certain that Lin Yifeng is there to cause trouble, he'll definitely use a machete to confront Lin Yifeng.
Lin Yifeng hummed a little tune, looking at the wary bald man, and had no intention of using Ye Yuqing's SSR card.
"What's up?"
The bald boss's voice was muffled.
Lin Yifeng got off the tricycle, and Ye Yuqing, who was squatting on the tricycle, also quickly got off, standing half a step ahead of Lin Yifeng.
Lin Yifeng grinned and nodded at Ye Yuqing's small details. He squatted down in front of the bald shop owner's Jianzhan (a type of Chinese teacup) stall, picked up a Jianzhan to examine it, and asked, "Where did you get your Jianzhan from, boss? The quality is quite good."
The bald boss remained silent, waiting for Lin Yifeng to continue.
"I won't be coming starting tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, the bald boss's expression visibly shifted from gloomy to cheerful. He tried to suppress the smile on his face, but couldn't: "Really not coming?"
"I guess I'll come to the park to stroll around, but I won't set up a stall there anymore."
Lin Yifeng picked up a Jianzhan teacup, glanced at it a few times, and then put it back: "Boss, here are three suggestions for you!"
"Tell me, tell me, I'll definitely listen to your advice!"
Upon hearing that Lin Yifeng would no longer be setting up his stall, the bald shop owner became more enthusiastic.
"The foreigners here are all pretty rich. I suggest you learn a foreign language. You can swindle even more foreigners by using a foreign language."
"Also, the quality of your Jianzhan is a bit too poor. I suggest you go to Siyao Town to buy it. The price is cheaper and the quality is better."
"If possible, we could open a kiln on site, smash some junk Jianzhan teacups, and fool some clueless foreigners!"
After saying that, Lin Yifeng stood up and got back onto the tricycle, adding, "Of course, I'm just making a suggestion. Whether you listen to it or not is up to you."
"Boss, let's go! I wish you booming business."
The tricycle carrying Ye Yuqing slowly disappeared into the night, leaving behind the bald boss with a pensive expression.
...
I bet you want a fried chicken burger!
In later generations, Western fast food like fried chicken and hamburgers were not considered worthy of being served on the table.
If someone invites others to eat fried chicken and hamburgers on an important holiday or celebration, they're guaranteed to be attacked by crickets.
But in 1992, fried chicken hamburgers, like Coca-Cola, were considered "affordable luxury" foods.
A serving of original recipe chicken costs 5 yuan, a single serving of Big Mac costs 10 yuan, and a set meal costs 20 yuan. How can an ordinary person bear to spend so much money?
You should know that a pound of rice costs about 60 cents now, and a pound of meat costs a little over 2 yuan. These prices are for items that don't require ration coupons. If you buy them with ration coupons, the prices will be even lower.
In this day and age, taking a girl out for fried chicken and hamburgers is always a safe bet!
Ye Yuqing's almond-shaped eyes fell on Lin Yifeng's profile, but she didn't reply.
"You don't like foreign things."
Lin Yifeng pedaled his tricycle and muttered to himself:
"To be honest, if you want to eat something that foreigners would like, I can't get it for you right now."
"Our small city doesn't have KFC or McDonald's. If you want to eat foreign fried chicken and burgers, you have to go to the provincial capital."
"profound!"
Ye Yuqing's peach blossom eyes lit up. She reached out and tugged at Lin Yifeng's clothes, her voice gentle and sweet: "I want to eat fried chicken and hamburgers."
...
This is the second time Lin Yifeng has visited a girl's house since his rebirth.
Ye Yuqing lives in the staff quarters of the Normal University. This house belongs to her maternal grandmother, and she lives there alone at present.
The building is a tenement building with stairs, four floors. When you push open the door to Veronica Yip's home, you can smell a faint fragrance of orchids.
Ye Yuqing's home was simple and unpretentious, with plain white walls. The living room contained only an eight-person table and a bookshelf filled with books. Lin Yifeng glanced at it and found that they were all related to economics.
"Just sit and wait for me!"
Lin Yifeng carried the meat, eggs, milk, vegetables, and flour he had bought into the kitchen and started working.
Fried chicken hamburgers are not a rare thing in later generations; many ordinary people can make them.
However, in later generations, people made hamburgers by purchasing hamburger buns. In 1992, there were no such things, so Lin Yifeng could only make his own hamburger buns.
“Ye Yuqing doesn’t have an oven at home, which is a little inconvenient.”
"But it's not a big problem."
Debone the chicken thighs, marinate them with scallions, ginger, garlic, and salt, coat them with flour and egg, and fry them in a pan until golden brown.
Next, use flour, milk, sugar, eggs, and other ingredients to knead into a dough, let it ferment for an hour and a half, and then use it to make bread dough.
Making bread dough without an oven is a bit more troublesome, so Lin Yifeng chose to pan-fry the dough in oil. Although the resulting bread dough is not as crispy and soft as that baked in an oven, it is still edible.
After working for more than two hours, Lin Yifeng finally finished making the fried chicken and hamburgers around 9 p.m.
"Dinner's ready!"
Lin Yifeng carried two plates to the living room, placed them on the octagonal table, and opened two bottles of Tianfu Cola.
"A hamburger, a popcorn chicken, a fried chicken cutlet, a fried chicken leg, and a bottle of Coke."
"Ye Yuqing, with so much food, charging you 20 isn't unreasonable!"
The aroma of the hamburgers made Lin Yifeng, who had been busy for two hours, very hungry. As soon as he sat down on the stool, he suddenly noticed that Ye Yuqing was handing him a 50-yuan note.
"Why would you give me money?"
Lin Yifeng's eyes widened.
Veronica Yip said softly, "I'll treat you to fried chicken and a hamburger."
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