Chapter 32 Taking Advantage of the East Wind, Using Food as Medicine
After several days of operation, Sheng'an Wonton Stall gained a great reputation, and more and more people lined up in front of the stall every morning.
Money can never be fully earned. Sheng An knew that even if he worked from morning till night with his own two hands, he couldn't make enough wontons to satisfy all the customers who came from far and wide.
Therefore, she and Grandma Sheng prepared a thousand wontons every day without fail, and closed the stall as soon as they were sold out.
Some customers queued for days without even getting a sip of soup, urging Sheng An to hire more helpers or open a small shop that would be open all day.
Sheng An listened to the guests' urging, complaints, and suggestions, but did not adopt any of them.
Seeing the disappointed guests leave, Grandma Sheng couldn't help but worry: "An'an, why don't we find two helpers? That way we can earn a lot more money every day."
Sheng An was sweating profusely and resolutely shook his head in refusal: "Grandma, I have other plans. I can guarantee that I can make a lot of money without being too tired."
I started selling wontons at a stall to save up capital to open a small restaurant.
Now that she has the capital, she can close the wonton stall at any time. She's had enough of getting up earlier than the chickens every day.
Even in my past life, working 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week) might not have been this tiring.
"An'an, Grandma knows you're going to open a restaurant, but the wonton business is so good, wouldn't it be a shame to give it up?"
Grandma Sheng was used to counting copper coins until her hands were sore every day, so she was even more enthusiastic than Sheng An, a young man, and wished she could set up her stall here for all twelve hours of the day.
"Grandma, it's no pity. When my little restaurant opens, I'll have you help me collect and count the money."
Sheng An wiped the sweat from his eyes and smiled as he coaxed the old lady, afraid that she might have considered taking over the wonton stall.
She works so hard so that the elderly couple can enjoy their later years in peace, not so that they have to work from dawn till dusk.
Grandma Sheng did have this idea, but seeing her granddaughter's reaction, she knew she wouldn't agree, so she stopped worrying about it: "Just don't complain that Grandma is too slow."
Sheng An fawned over the old lady, saying, "Grandma is so quick and efficient! This wonton stall is so popular throughout half of Qingzhou City, and you deserve half the credit!"
Grandma Sheng smiled broadly: "You're so good with words."
After closing up shop today, Sheng An, as usual, took a large carriage to the Ding family to cook for Ding Tianci.
After more than half a month of dietary supplements, Ding Tianci's energy and spirit underwent a tremendous change, and his flesh and blood began to grow rapidly, finally making him look like a human being.
Sheng An was very satisfied with her results and adjusted the recipes again, starting to prepare proper meals for Ding Tianci.
The first meal was still mainly light and simple.
Seeing the few simple ingredients on the cutting board, the kitchen manager's eyes widened: "Two cucumbers, two eggs, that's all?"
Sheng An smiled and said, "Yes, stir-fried cucumber slices and steamed eggs, plus a bowl of rice, that's enough for Young Master Ding to eat for a day."
The head maid hesitated for a moment, but then kindly suggested, "Madam Sheng, the young master is very picky. We have more ingredients in the kitchen than we can use. Why don't you pick a few better ones?"
This Madam Sheng is a good person. She only comes over to cook every day and never interferes with the affairs in the kitchen. She also doesn't talk nonsense in front of the master.
She genuinely believed that Madam Sheng was a good person and hoped that Madam Sheng would always be valued by the master and young master.
Having more friends means having more connections; perhaps one day you'll be able to ask Madam Sheng for help.
"In a chef's eyes, there is no distinction between good and bad ingredients; cucumbers and eggs are good enough."
Sheng An saw through the stewardess's intentions, smiled and dismissed her, then lowered his head to begin preparing the ingredients.
The little restaurant she longed for was beckoning from not far away. If she didn't use the simplest ingredients to win over the stomachs of the current and future leaders of the Ding family, how could her little restaurant quickly gain fame by taking advantage of the situation?
The sound of chopping vegetables echoed far and wide. The people in the kitchen were not optimistic about Sheng An's new recipe, but Ding Tianci in the backyard was eagerly anticipating it.
Every time Sheng An changes the ingredients, the dishes he makes always amaze him.
Today, after more than half a month of eating only porridge, Ding Tianci was about to enjoy proper meals, something he hadn't had in two years. He couldn't contain his excitement, just like a child eagerly awaiting candy from his elders.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the courtyard. Ding Tianci thought the food had arrived and looked towards the door with some excitement.
"Tianci, Grandpa has come to see you."
Grandpa Ding entered the house before his feet, his large belly peeking out. His chubby face was full of loving smiles, showing no embarrassment at having his grandson's food to him.
Ding Tianci was speechless at his grandfather's words: "Grandpa, if you like the food made by Madam Sheng, you can ask Madam Sheng to make it for you."
Master Ding shook his head, picked up the sliced ​​watermelon on the table and started eating: "Madam Sheng is no ordinary person, and Grandpa will not treat her like a subordinate."
If Madam Sheng intended to please him and was willing to go to the trouble of preparing extra meals for him, he would be overjoyed to accept it.
But since they didn't do that, he was too embarrassed to bring it up. What if Madam Sheng got angry and refused to continue cooking for her grandson?
The fact that her grandson recovered so quickly is all thanks to Madam Sheng's excellent cooking skills.
A few days ago, he invited several of the most skilled doctors in the city to examine his grandson, emphasizing that his grandson recovered because of the food cooked by Madam Sheng.
The doctors were quite shocked and speculated that Madam Sheng's culinary skills had reached the point where food could replace medicine. They kept asking him about Madam Sheng's identity.
Without Madam Sheng's permission, he naturally wouldn't tell the doctors.
However, the reactions of the doctors were enough to prove that Madam Sheng's cooking skills were extraordinary and far beyond what ordinary famous chefs could match.
The grandfather and grandson were discussing Sheng'an when a strange aroma of food wafted in, causing them to stop talking and look towards the door in unison.
Sheng An carried the food in and saw that Master Ding was also there, but he was not surprised at all.
"Madam Sheng, what are these two dishes? I think I smell cucumber."
Mr. Ding asked somewhat uncertainly, as he really hadn't expected that his grandson's first proper meal after his condition improved would include such an ordinary ingredient as cucumber.
"Master Ding guessed correctly. I made two dishes: stir-fried cucumber slices and steamed eggs."
Sheng An didn't keep them in suspense. He removed the lid and gestured for Jian Ying to bring the food to the table.
Seeing that the melons on the plate were still unpeeled and the thorns were clearly visible, Mr. Ding and his son were extremely disappointed and could barely control their expressions.
When they feel bland and tasteless, they hate eating cucumbers the most!
No, that's not right. How could this awful stir-fried cucumber smell so tempting?
It's like being in a lush, verdant forest, where your whole being is cleansed.
And what's the deal with this seemingly ordinary steamed egg?
They are used to eating delicacies, and even if eggs occasionally appear on the table, they are just placed in a corner to make up the numbers, and they almost never touch them with their chopsticks.
If the accounts for last month had just been settled and business was normal everywhere, Mr. Ding would have almost thought that his family had gone bankrupt and could only afford these two low-class dishes.
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