At 7:10, He Wenlin asked Ruan Lingfeng to deliver the glutinous rice balls to Hongda Garment Factory by tricycle.
The shop was bustling with noise and activity.
Seeing how well He Wenlin's business was doing, it would be a lie to say that He Xing wasn't envious.
“This sticky rice probably brings in over a hundred yuan a day,” He Xing said sourly. “Qianqian, don’t stay cooped up at home all day. Go ask Shanshan how they make those crispy treats. And while you’re at it, ask if they’re still setting up their stalls at noon and in the afternoon.”
If he doesn't set up his stall today, he'll continue to make more.
...
He Wenlin was busy until 7:30, and only after everyone went to work did they breathe a sigh of relief.
"Young Master He, business is booming!" Mr. Liu, the meat deliveryman, arrived and said with a smile, "I'm envious of your business."
"What are you envious of? We have to get up at four or five in the morning to earn a hard-earned living, which is nothing compared to the big money you make, Boss Liu."
"You're so young but so clever."
He Wenlin took the meat, weighed it, and found it to be a hefty 15 jin (7.5 catties), with decent quality meat.
He Wenlin paid and said, "Boss Liu, there's no need to deliver meat tomorrow. Yesterday's boxed lunches used fish and chicken wings, so there's not enough meat. So please don't deliver pork. Instead, please deliver five catties of pork liver and five catties of spare ribs. I want spare ribs. Could you please chop the spare ribs for me?"
"You scared me to death! I thought you were going to buy it from another store."
"Haha, Mr. Liu's prices are fair and the quality is good, so I naturally won't buy from anyone else."
"Okay, I'll come at this time tomorrow too."
After Boss Liu left, He Wenlin went to the restroom. She had been busy all morning and hadn't been to the restroom at all.
At 8:10, Ruan Min arrived.
The siblings always arrived twenty minutes early as agreed.
There was still some glutinous rice left, so He Wenlin made her a large glutinous rice ball. Then she gathered everyone together for a brief meeting and also checked the accounts.
This morning I received 60 boxed lunches, 20 fried rice noodles, and 22 fried rice dishes for lunch. This afternoon I received 38 boxed lunches, 32 fried rice noodles, and 24 fried rice dishes.
Ninety-three orders for sticky rice for tomorrow morning.
Orders for glutinous rice are increasing, mainly because there are few competitors and not many breakfast stalls nearby. In addition, the taste is good. He Wenlin only accepts pre-orders. If you come the next day without a pre-order, whether you can get some depends on luck.
Total amount: 559.4
In contrast, the number of boxed meals sold in the afternoon has decreased again.
"Shanshan, go to the Bosi Garment Factory to get orders in a little while. You must be back at the store by 10 o'clock."
"OK."
Then He Wenlin made arrangements for the vegetables to be washed and the preparations to be made that morning.
Today's lunch menu is: stir-fried shredded jicama, stir-fried dried tofu with pork, and eggplant and green beans with minced pork.
They will handle the specific division of labor themselves.
As soon as the meeting ended, everyone got to work.
He Shan also carried a bag, along with some change and a receipt book, to the Bosi Garment Factory.
As soon as I entered the factory, I ran into He Xing, who was also there to solicit orders.
He Xing asked with a smile, "Shanshan, do you still set up your stall at noon and in the evening?"
"I don't know, we should go, but we'll have to listen to Linlin's arrangements." Actually, He Shan knew they wouldn't be setting up a stall anytime soon, because the orders from the shirt factory and Hongda Garment Factory were enough to keep them busy, and they simply didn't have time to do anything else.
But He Shan wouldn't tell him the truth.
"Shanshan, do you know how Linlin makes the crispy treats?" He Xing whispered. "If you tell me how, I'll give you two hundred yuan."
He Shan was young, but she wasn't stupid. She immediately understood what He Xing meant and said seriously, "You want me to be a spy? Don't dream about it. I, He Shan, will never be that kind of despicable person! Humph!"
After saying that, he strode away.
I thought to myself that I should definitely tell He Wenlin about this, so that she would know what's going on.
...
At 8:20, Mr. He returned to the store.
When He Wenlin returned at this time, she learned that her father had quit his job.
"Dad, you quit your job?"
"Yes, I resigned."
"Okay, the salary will start today. It's 1000 a month. There's no extra pay during the regular season, but you'll still get paid during the 10-day Chinese New Year holiday. Meals and accommodation are included. From now on, you'll get your salary and commission around the 5th of each month. Today I'll teach you how to make crispy rice. It's the soul of sticky rice."
After saying that, He Wenlin began kneading the dough.
The sticky rice business is booming, so this time He Wenlin doubled down on the crispy rice.
He Wenlin told her father the recipe, instructing him on how to knead the dough and to what consistency it should be kneaded.
Mr. He was very cooperative.
After kneading the dough, I let it rest for a while, and then took Mr. He to a familiar grain and oil store, intending to introduce him to them.
He Wenlin bought fifty catties of soybean oil, one hundred catties of glutinous rice, and one hundred catties of regular rice.
Back at the store, it was 9:15.
He Wenlin taught her father how to fry crispy pastries; it's simple as long as the dough is kneaded properly.
The father and daughter worked together to fry the eggs, which was much more efficient.
At 9:45, He Wenlin stopped frying the crispy snacks and left the task to her father. He Wenlin then rode her bicycle to the shirt factory.
"I did as you said, giving out popsicle coupons for purchases over four yuan. This morning, many people ordered lunch and dinner. Look, there are 48 boxed lunches, 28 fried noodles, and 6 fried rice for lunch. For dinner, there are 36 boxed lunches, 28 fried rice, and 16 fried noodles. The total is 352.2 yuan."
He Wenlin brought a calculator, and after a series of zeroing and additions, the total came to 352.2 yuan.
He Wenlin only accepted the integer 352.
"Stir-fried noodles don't taste good when they're cold. If you have a lot of orders for stir-fried noodles, you must tell them that you can only get the goods around 12:10."
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