Night.87 (2800+)
"Shanye, it's very windy outside today. Remember to put multiple cotton coats on Yangyang when you take him to school later."
As Chen Hechuan spoke, he took off his coat and brought the fried cakes and bean flour he had bought to the dining table.
"knew."
Chen Shanye responded, walked into the kitchen, took a large bowl and a porcelain plate, poured the warm thin bean flour into the bowl, and arranged the fried cakes until golden brown neatly on the plate.
After washing up, Chen Siyang looked tired, but when he smelled the aroma of fried dough cakes, his eyes widened: "Fried dough cakes!"
"Yes, grandpa just bought it. Eat it while it's hot." Chen Shanye stretched out his big hand and grabbed the little boy's round head.
Although the fried cake is not as hot as when it is freshly baked, the layer wrapped in it is still crispy. Dip it in the thin bean flour and put it in your mouth. Take a light bite and you will find that it is full of soft and fragrant mashed potatoes.
Seeing Chen Siyang's mouth dripping with oil from eating, Shen Qing took a towel to wipe it for him and looked at his son: "You're going to the store after sending Yangyang, right?"
"Yes, there are quite a lot of orders to be sent out today."
"Then Mom and the sisters will go out for some tea, and then we'll come to the store to help you."
"It's okay, you go and have fun, I can do it by myself." Chen Shanye took a bite of the oil cake, and it made a crunching sound.
The intertwined leaves grew in the cool autumn wind. Chen Siyang walked down the slope holding his father's hand. A yellow leaf blew to his feet. The child picked it up and held it high in front of Chen Shanye: "Dad, the leaves are turning yellow."
"Well, because it's autumn."
"The leaves are turning yellow, Dad." The child repeated.
Seeing Chen Siyang's expectant face, Chen Shanye was a little puzzled. He squatted down and asked, "Then what?"
Two little fingers pinched the root of the leaf. The spinning leaf was like a hydrogen balloon about to fly into the sky. Little Siyang blinked his eyes and said, "You said last time that Auntie Ruan would come to our place when the leaves turned yellow."
Chen Shanye was stunned for a moment, his throat choked, and his words were bleakly blown by the autumn wind: "Auntie is busy recently, let's wait a while."
The little boy pouted, his eyes unable to hide the disappointment: "Oh, okay."
After sending Chen Siyang off, Chen Shanye turned back the same way, returned to the alley entrance, and opened the roller shutter door of his shop.
The night he just returned home, he saw a sign saying "Popular Shop for Sublease" on the door of Aunt Pang's rice noodle shop. When he asked about it the next day, he found out that Aunt Pang's husband had been in poor health recently and she had to go home to take care of him. Her son couldn't come back to help due to work, so this old shop that had been open for more than 20 years had to close down in a hurry.
Chen Shanye originally wanted to rent a shop. He went into the kitchen to look at the environment and equipment, and directly made the decision. Aunt Pang's shop was her own property. When she saw that it was Chen Shanye who wanted to take over, she even took the initiative to reduce the rent and transfer fee.
The shop sign was changed two weeks ago. The original sign with red letters on a yellow background now has black letters on a white background, with the words "Mountain Food" written on it.
Ruan Mei asked someone to find a master to write the words for him. The two simple brush characters were majestic and powerful. She also asked someone to design a complete set of product packaging seals and stickers, which instantly made the previously simple food packaging bags more textured.
Ruan Mei provided a lot of experience and words of advice on how to run a micro-business. The taste of the food is the basic point. Other aspects such as product packaging, pre-sales and after-sales services, the time to post small advertisements in the circle of friends, copywriting layout, etc., every detail is a plus point.
When it comes to e-commerce, Chen Shanye will do whatever Ruan Mei says seriously. There are many things to learn, and each one is a new attempt for him.
His shop does not serve dine-in customers because online sales alone are enough to keep him busy. Chen Shanye feels more and more that his wife is really capable. The job looks simple, but in fact, the work behind it is time-consuming and tedious.
After entering the store, Chen Shanye turned on the computer first, added the order information added last night into the document, scrolled to the top of the document, selected two hundred orders and imported them into the order-making software, clicked the express delivery order and printed it, then prepared to go into the kitchen to get busy.
At this time, his cell phone rang. He looked and saw that it was the village construction supervisor calling. After picking up the phone, the other party said that the foundation had been dug and asked Chen Shanye to come over tomorrow to inspect it if possible before proceeding to the next step.
Chen Shanye slid the mouse to check the number of orders on the computer, agreed, and decided to work overtime today to send out more orders to avoid a backlog of unshipped orders.
The glass door opened and a tall, thin young man walked in. He was the eldest son of the pork stall owner in the market. He was carrying two large red plastic bags. "Hey, Brother Ye, today's meat is here."
"Can you help me take the spare ribs too?" Chen Shanye walked forward to help him, but was rejected by the young man.
"Don't touch the bag of fat. There's another one outside. I'll get it for you later." The young man walked to the kitchen with familiarity, carrying 20 kilograms of pork in his hands with ease. "I picked out one lean rib and one with a little more fat for you. Try them and see which one suits you best. I'll keep some for you every day."
"OK."
After the pork boss left, Chen Shanye started to make today's mixed sauce pork hat.
Five large iron pots were set up in the kitchen at the same time, and he had to stir-fry at least three times a day to barely meet the daily demand. He still couldn't understand why the orders were increasing, but it didn't matter. He was not a fool and he didn't have to go against the money.
The heat rising from the five big pots was like a sauna. Chen Shanye took off his coat and was left with only a short-sleeved black T-shirt. His skin seemed to have become a little darker during the time he came back. In addition, his arm muscles had become stronger from lifting heavy pots and carrying heavy objects all day long. The sleeves would bulge out with a little effort.
While the sauce was being fried dry in the iron pan, he skillfully held an iron spoon in one hand and took orders on his mobile phone with the other.
People cannot leave the pot for too long, because the sauce will easily stick to the pot when it is fried later, and it must be stirred and fried in the pot frequently.
Suddenly, the thermal printer next to the computer stopped printing. Chen Shanye walked out and saw that the express delivery forms had run out.
He put down the iron spoon and walked to the computer, and took out a stack of blank express delivery slips from the drawer, 1,000 sheets. He would have to use up a stack in a few days.
I removed the plastic film wrapping the express delivery slip, opened the printer cover and put a slip in, closed the cover and pressed the button. Under normal circumstances, the printer would continue the unfinished task, but this time the printer was silent and did not move.
Chen Shanye fiddled with it for a while, thinking that it might be a problem with the order-making program, and prepared to restart the software.
Thinking of the meat in the pot in the kitchen, he was afraid that it would burn if it was cooked for too long, so he called out, "Ruan Mei, help me go into the kitchen and stir-fry the meat sauce."
After a few seconds, he realized what a stupid thing he had done, and his eyes flickered as he looked at the words on the computer screen.
Sighing, Chen Shanye went into the kitchen by himself.
When Shen Qing arrived, Chen Shanye was already frying the second batch of sauce. The sauce fried in the first batch was placed in different deep plates according to the taste. After it cooled down, it was bagged and vacuum-sealed in the afternoon.
Shen Qing skillfully took the iron spoon from his son and gossiped with him about the news he heard at the women's tea party this morning.
"I heard the Wu family sold their house at a discount, much lower than the market price, and then bought a small high-rise apartment in Kunming. Oh, the housing prices there are not cheap, more than 10,000 yuan. The Wu family has really become wealthy in recent years..."
Chen Shanye grunted as a response and washed the two ribs in the sink.
Shen Qing glanced at his son and asked, "Why don't you care at all?"
The dripping ribs were placed on the chopping board and chopped into several small pieces with a knife. Chen Shanye's tone didn't change much: "What else do you care about? It doesn't matter now, does it?"
The court awarded both the child and the house to him. The house was the common property of the couple. Chen Shanye had originally prepared himself for an equal division, but the court awarded the house to him and only required him to give the woman appropriate compensation.
The Wu family did not ask for compensation from him. Perhaps Wu Xuanli had said something to her parents in private. When Chen Shanye saw Zhao Bingqing for the last time, she kept avoiding his sight.
He mixed the steak with seasonings and marinated it. He picked two shiitake mushrooms, washed them, and soaked them. Chen Shanye went back to the stove to help stir-fry the sauce. "How was that house I went to see with Dad last week?"
Now it was Shen Qing's turn to hum without answering. Chen Shanye then asked, "Don't like it? Then go check out the neighborhood next door."
There have been several new real estate projects built in the new district of the county town in recent years. Chen Shanye’s wish has never changed, which is to buy a house for his parents so that they don’t have to climb stairs.
"Shanye, your father and I have discussed this. You should keep the money from selling the house. You will need money a lot later. Look, the housing prices in Guangzhou are also very high..."
"Mom, that's for the future. I also want to buy a new house for you and Dad. Let's buy it now while the house prices here haven't risen yet."
The phone in my pocket rang, it was the alarm.
"Mom, please help me watch the fire. I'm going out to make a phone call." Chen Shanye took out his cell phone and turned off the phone.
"Okay, okay, go quickly." Shen Qing stirred the sauce in the pot with a smile. His son now had to call people on time.
The temperature difference between morning and evening in the county town is large. The weather is warm when the sun rises high at noon. Chen Shanye stands at the door of the store in short sleeves and does not feel cold even when the autumn wind blows.
The lock screen of his phone was a photo of him and Ruan Mei in front of the Guangzhou Tower that summer night. Chen Hechuan had taken the photo for the two of them. It was a classic tourist photo, with Ruan Mei leaning beside him and him putting his arm around her shoulders.
At that time, the girl's hair was still a rose blooming in the night.
With the warmth of the midday sun on his lips, Chen Shanye dialed the phone.
The murmur of the newly awakened sound was like the sound of warm sea water pouring into his ears. Chen Shanye's smile grew wider and he whispered, "Lazy pig, get up."
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