On the way, Gu went to deliver food to Shen Qinghe. She arrived at the stall first with Aunt Feng'e and the two children.
Before the food was even set up, customers came forward to wait, so the group quickly set up their stall.
Aunt Feng'e was in charge of serving the food, and Meng Zhao was in charge of mixing the cold noodles. As soon as she laid out everything she needed, some people couldn't wait any longer.
"Boss Meng, give me a serving of liangpi (cold skin noodles). Oh, by the way, how much is this liangpi?"
"A serving of liangpi costs six coins. If you want to add a separate sheet of liangpi, it will cost an extra three coins."
The man calculated that a boxed lunch usually cost him eleven coins, and this serving of liangpi was even cheaper than a boxed lunch, so he quickly ordered a serving of liangpi and an extra sheet of mianpi.
Meng Zhao rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, washed his hands thoroughly, grabbed two sheets of cold noodles, cut them in half, stacked them, and then cut them into strips.
He scooped some into the bowl with a knife, then grabbed a handful of cucumber strips, bean sprouts, and gluten. He picked up the seasoning spoon from the jar and asked:
"Would you like some garlic and chili?"
"I want them all, I can eat them all."
"Okay." Meng Zhao deftly put all the seasonings in one by one and stirred them in the bowl with chopsticks. At this moment, Shen Qingyu had already placed the bowl on her left.
Meng Zhao poured the prepared cold noodles directly into the bowl, and then added two spoonfuls of peanuts to enhance the flavor. After mixing, Shen Qingyu handed the prepared cold noodles to the customer.
When preparing the cold noodles, Meng Zhao's hands only touched the ingredients and the cleaned bowl; he didn't touch anything else. This required the help of someone next to him to hold the bowl and collect the money.
This task fell to Shen Qingyu. The young girl was only slightly taller than the table. She carefully placed the cleaned bowls next to Meng Zhao, handed them to the customer, and then collected and counted the money.
The little girl was very meticulous. Although she didn't know many numbers, she never made a mistake in calculating the accounts at the stall.
In the past, she had encountered some customers who would sneak a penny or two less when the stall was busy, but Shen Qingyu always managed to catch them.
He looked up, his eyes wide, and asked, "Uncle, did you take the wrong one? There's one copper coin missing."
The little girl's voice was childlike and her face was full of innocence, which made those who wanted to take advantage of her feel embarrassed and quickly took out their money.
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