At eight o'clock, He Wenlin finally finished writing the character "Lin" on all the vouchers she had brought back.
She hurriedly rode her bike to the advertising company, handed over the items to them, and arranged to pick them up around 9:30 the next morning.
He Wenlin returned to the store at nine o'clock.
Lin Fei, along with He's father and his second brother, were all in the shop.
The second brother is already cooking stir-fried noodles, with Lin Fei as his mentor.
"Perfect timing, cook it and give it to me."
In the afternoon, He Wenlin was busy preparing a meal for Peng Liang and Chen Weihua, so she just grabbed a quick bite. Now, she was actually quite hungry.
He Wenjun quickly stir-fried some noodles for He Wenlin, but the cabbage in the noodles was already burnt and looked unappetizing.
He Wenlin took a bite and then said, "Second brother, you need to practice more. Prepare a serving of fried noodles for my dad, Lin Fei, and my mom."
"Is it hard to eat?"
The stir-fried noodles that He's father and Lin Fei made for the first time didn't look this bad or taste this salty, but He Wenlin didn't want to dampen her second brother's enthusiasm, since he had never touched a wok before.
"It's not that it tastes bad, but it definitely can't be sold outside. Practice hard, everyone's breakfast tomorrow will be your fried noodles. For everyone's sake, you should work hard and try to let everyone eat something even better as soon as possible..."
There were no late-night snack orders today, and He's father and Lin Fei could just make some stir-fried noodles, so He Wenlin ate her late-night snack and went straight back to her rented room.
She got up early and didn't take a nap at noon today, so to be honest, she's very sleepy now.
After exchanging a few words with He's father and Lin Fei, he went back.
Back at the rented apartment, Grandma, He Shan, and her younger brother were all getting ready to go out.
Where are you going?
Grandma He said, "Let's go help out at the shop. We still have to sell late-night snacks. Let's go help out."
"You don't need to help out tonight. There are no group-buying orders. My dad, Lin Fei, and my second brother are here at the store. They can manage. Everyone should wash up and get some rest. Everyone has worked hard these past few days. I can barely keep my eyes open."
Upon hearing this, Grandma He hurriedly said, "Then you should wash up and go to bed. You're the one who works the hardest in the family."
After a day here, Grandma He finally understood that the shop was entirely supported by her granddaughter, who also took the lead and was the chef.
He Shan said, "Linlin, Grandma, you two rest at home. I'll go to the shop to check on things. I took a nap at noon, so I'm not sleepy right now. If the shop is busy, I can lend a hand. If it's not busy, I'll come back early."
Grandma He: "Shanshan, thank you for your trouble."
"It's no trouble at all, I'll be going now."
After finishing her sentence, He Shan went downstairs in high spirits.
Grandma He quickly filled a bucket with water for He Wenlin and boiled it with an electric kettle. She also said to He Wenlin, "Shanshan is good, hardworking and smart. How much do you pay her? Don't pay her too little, or you won't be able to keep her."
"Grandma, her salary is 750 a month, plus some commission, so it's about 850 a month. I promised them a few days ago that if the store's performance is good, each person will get a 100 yuan bonus. The performance target has been met, so the 100 yuan bonus will definitely be paid. This income is not bad compared to my mom's, and my mom doesn't even get meals included."
"You must give the reward you promised. If you break your promise, it will be difficult to get people to trust and respect you in the future."
"Grandma, I understand, don't worry."
...
It was hot, and the water was lukewarm, so He Wenlin washed her hair and took a shower. After drying her hair until it was half dry, she went to bed.
Grandma He was worried about the shop, so when she saw that her granddaughter was asleep, she quietly closed the door and went out to see if she needed any help.
It was almost 10 o'clock when I arrived at the store.
When Mr. He saw Mrs. He arrive, he quickly stood up to greet her: "Mom, what brings you here? We can manage. You're getting on in years, so please get some rest. Don't bother with all this commotion."
"I can't sleep, so I've come to sit for a while. If things get busy, I can help out." Grandma He turned her gaze to He Wenjun, "Xiaojun, how's your stir-frying noodles coming along?"
He Wenjun scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Grandma, this is too difficult."
He Wenjun had already cooked several portions, but it still wasn't working. He was especially discouraged after hearing that his father, He Linfei, had cooked more than a dozen portions in a row and then started selling fried noodles.
Grandma He comforted her, saying, "Don't be discouraged, today is only the first day."
He Shan: "That's right, take it slow, don't be impatient. Not everyone has Linlin's talent."
Now, He Shan's idol is He Wenlin; Leon Lai and Jimmy Lin have to take a backseat.
Around 10:10 p.m., customers started coming into the store for a late-night snack.
Around 10:20, it got very busy.
The shop was packed with people. Grandma He and He Shanma were busy collecting and giving change, while Dad He and Lin Fei were cooking fried noodles and fried rice one pot after another.
"Where's Linlin today?" It was Zhou Libo who spoke.
When Grandma He heard him speak his hometown dialect, she felt a sense of warmth and quickly replied in her own hometown dialect, "I'm sleeping at home."
“Now that you’ve arrived, she can finally relax a bit,” Zhou Libo said. “I heard that the pickled fish she makes has no bones at all. Make us a big one tomorrow at noon, along with konjac stew, a duck, and some water spinach.”
Grandma He was still unsure of the price, so she hurriedly asked He Shan for help.
He Shan quickly replied, "It's thirty-six yuan in total, not including rice."
"Okay, it's settled then."
Zhou Libo readily paid the money.
Zhou Libo and the Li brothers had listened to He Hui brag about He Wenlin's cooking skills all day. Since they had a day off tomorrow, they decided to get together and have a nice meal.
He Wenlin's business is booming, but the atmosphere at He Xing's place is not so good.
He Xing was so traumatized today that he had no desire to go out and sell late-night snacks.
Hearing the lively laughter and chatter coming from He Wenlin's shop behind him, he felt even worse.
When Liang Xiaoying returned around 10 o'clock, she saw He Xing lying on the bed watching VCDs.
"You're back from selling late-night snacks so early today? How much did you make?" Liang Xiaoying asked.
He Xing remained silent.
"I'm asking you a question! How much did you sell it for?"
"Money, money, money! All you ever think about is money!"
He Xing suddenly raised his voice, startling Liang Xiaoying.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you yelling for no reason?" Liang Xiaoying was furious. "I'm working myself to the bone at the factory, and you're just lying at home, and you're taking it out on me! Are you even human?"
He Xing slammed the remote control down in his hand and left, too lazy to pay any attention to Liang Xiaoying.
Liang Xiaoying was so angry that tears kept falling.
Hearing his wife crying, He Xing felt annoyed, lit a cigarette, and smoked it idly.
He still doesn't know why he's so unlucky.
"Old He, did you have a fight with your wife?" A fellow Jiangxi native came over. "Come on, stop smoking and let's play Texas Hold'em. We don't have to work tomorrow, everyone's playing Texas Hold'em, let's go play a couple of rounds together."
He Xing was already annoyed when he was dragged off to play poker.
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