Chapter 99
Jian Li has a new nickname.
"Spicy hot Xishi".
When Jian Li heard this nickname for the first time, her reaction was—
"Why is it the spicy hot pot Xishi? Why not call me the hot and sour rice noodle Xishi?"
Cheng Yu was originally very cautious, fearing that Jian Li would feel upset after hearing it.
But when Jian Li asked this, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"It must be Malatang. Malatang tastes much better than hot and sour noodles!"
Jian Li: "No way! Hot and sour noodles are better than spicy hotpot!"
Cheng Yu: "Hot and sour noodles don't have instant noodles!"
You can choose staple food in Jianli Mama's store. There are four kinds of staple food: steamed cakes, vermicelli, handmade noodles and instant noodles.
Cheng Yu ate four kinds of staple food for two consecutive days, and his favorite was instant noodles.
Jian Li: "There's meat in the hot and sour noodles."
She had been eating spicy hotpot for a lifetime and had long since gotten tired of it. Her favorite dish recently was hot and sour rice noodles, especially the spoonful of dried meat sauce that Wang Mengmei put on top and the peas that were fried until they were dry and fragrant. Jian Li couldn't stop eating them.
Cheng Yu: "But the best thing sold in your shop is still Malatang!"
Indeed, since the restaurant opened, students’ favorite dish has been malatang.
In the freezing weather, nothing can better comfort a heart overwhelmed by academic pressure than a bowl of steaming hot malatang.
Wang Mengmei finally realized the benefits of customer traffic. On the third day of opening, she did some calculations and found that she could sell hundreds of bowls of spicy hot pot in a single day!
The more Wang Mengmei calculated, the more excited she became. According to this calculation, she could earn more than 3,000 yuan a month just from snacks like malatang and hot and sour rice noodles!
The only downside is that there is not enough space in the store.
Wang Mengmei originally planned to divide the first floor into two parts, one for a small restaurant and the other for a snack bar.
But the area of more than 20 square meters can only accommodate ten tables.
The students all came in a rush, and these ten tables were far from enough.
Wang Mengmei thought about it and decided: "Let's turn the whole floor into snacks!"
The second floor is a restaurant!
Only then did Wang Mengmei understand what Jian Li meant when she said that student money was easy to make.
Because the provincial experimental school is a commuter school, many students go home for lunch in the morning, afternoon and evening.
Some students like to eat spicy hot pot recently, so they just run here to eat at noon every day and then rush back to school.
And Wang Mengmei even discovered another wave of stable customer flow.
Those are the workers working on the construction site not far away.
Maybe this construction site doesn’t provide meals, so many workers just eat a quick bite at noon.
For the workers, it is not worth spending two yuan on a bowl of spicy hot pot at noon.
Most of them spend a few cents to buy two hot steamed buns, and then eat them with salted vegetables or a random side dish, and the whole meal costs less than one dollar.
Wang Mengmei now recalled the time when she first started running a small stall. Although she made little money from selling noodles and rice, she could still make money as long as there were a lot of customers.
Wang Mengmei's idea for opening a store became clearer and clearer, which was to serve delicate stir-fried dishes and simple and quick rice and noodle snacks.
The first floor is lively and faces the street, which is perfect for opening a small fast food restaurant. The upstairs is quiet and can be used to accommodate guests for dinner parties after a little decoration.
Jian Feng supported her as soon as he heard it: "That's fine. Xiaoli doesn't want to live there anyway."
Jian Li's reason was that she lived on the second floor and did business on the first floor, so she couldn't sleep at night.
As soon as this issue arose, Wang Mengmei also stopped working.
She thought that she still had to make money, and once she made money, she would be able to buy a house like Lin Hui's sooner or later!
Jian Feng supports his wife's expansion, but Wang Mengmei is a little hesitant.
“No money for renovation.”
Since the second floor needed to be renovated, Wang Mengmei didn't want to do it casually, but the family just didn't have enough money to spare.
Jian Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will have money in a few days."
During the time when Kong Guorong was not in the store, Jian Feng gradually got to know some people. The more people he knew, the more sources of information he had.
Jian Feng heard that a local duck processing factory had closed down, and now there is a batch of frozen goods in the warehouse that has not been sold.
When Jian Feng heard this, he thought it was a good idea, so he contacted the buyer and planned to go and retrieve the goods.
Wang Mengmei frowned: "Do you have any money left?"
Jian Feng: "It's just a matter of doing it with both hands, I don't need to pay for it."
Xiaoshi and Xiaomeng can both pay this money.
However, the relationship was arranged by Jian Feng, so he still got the lion's share.
Jian Feng calculated that he could earn at least one or two thousand yuan from this deal. He could use this money to renovate the house, which should be enough to support him for a few days.
Decoration is a slow process, and it doesn't have to be completed all at once.
Wang Mengmei couldn't help but sigh: "I was short of money before, how come I am still short of money now?"
There is no such thing as a day when you will have a lot of money in your hands and be able to spend it happily.
But no matter how much you complain, you still have to keep doing business.
Wang Mengmei set up pots, pans, stoves on the first floor and hired a handyman.
Every morning I cook a big pot of stew. A bowl of stew with two steamed buns costs one dollar.
Once it was launched, the people moving bricks on the construction site soon discovered this small shop and started coming here one after another.
Wang Mengmei asked the handyman to serve meals to others while she continued to man the spicy hot pot stall.
Jian Li was so dizzy from collecting money that she even figured out how to get the change when she returned to the classroom.
…
As Jian Li's reputation grew, her classmates gradually split into two groups.
Part of it was because he felt that Jian Li was too embarrassing to even bother paying any attention to her.
Another part felt sorry for Jian Li.
Lin Shuyao took her boyfriend out to eat malatang for three consecutive days, and her boyfriend cried because of the spicy taste.
"Can we not eat here? I can't eat spicy food."
Lin Shuyao whispered, "No, Jian Li and I are from the same club, I must come to support her."
The boyfriend whined, "But you didn't eat much, I ate all of it...why don't you give her money and we don't eat anymore."
For two southerners, eating spicy food is really a torture.
But Lin Shuyao insisted: "No, if you pay for it and don't eat it, Jian Li will definitely feel uncomfortable."
So the two of them came to eat again, and finally after a week, Jane Li’s mother introduced new products!
Lin Shuyao's boyfriend was overjoyed. He pointed at the new items on the red list and said loudly, "Auntie, I want three fried chicken legs, one chicken fillet, and one bowl of stewed noodles!"
Wang Mengmei took a step back after being yelled at by his burly figure.
"…What flavor do you want for fried chicken drumsticks and chicken tenders?"
"Tomatoes."
He doesn't want to eat anything spicy!
Wu Feiran, Song Tao and Cheng Yu also ordered fried chicken. The club group sat together. Wu Feiran was surprised and said, "I thought they only sold spicy hot pot here."
Her family is very strict and they rarely eat out. This is her first time here.
Song Tao: "I also think there are not enough things, but Jian Li said that after a period of time, more things will be added gradually."
Didn’t we add fried chicken today?
The fried chicken legs were soon served. Song Tao gnawed on the chicken legs, his eyes squeezed together, and he made a humming sound with pleasure.
Why didn’t I think fried chicken was so delicious before!
Wu Feiran: "I think it tastes better than KFC."
Lin Shuyao also nodded.
There is no KFC in Taocheng now. Wu Feiran only ate it once last summer when his parents took him to the capital for a trip.
“What is KFC like?”
Wu Feiran: "It's lively, but the things are expensive!"
Wu Feiran's family was well-off, but her parents were very strict. The first time she went to KFC, she spent 19 dollars on two chickens and 10 dollars on a hamburger!
The chicken in Song Tao's mouth almost fell out: "I can buy ten chicken legs from Jian Li's shop with this."
Wu Feiran: “That’s why it’s very expensive.”
After Jian Li's mother was busy for a while, Jian Li also brought a bowl of noodles with a fried chicken leg on it to meet with several club members.
"What are you talking about?"
Wu Feiran: "She said your mother's cooking is delicious."
Jian Li curled her tail: "That's for sure!"
She is very confident in her mother's craftsmanship, so she supports her mother to open a shop here.
After finishing her meal, Jian Li hurried to help.
After Wu Feiran and a few others finished their meal, they also helped Jian Li greet the guests.
Wang Mengmei was deeply moved and gave each of them a bag of fried chicken fillet before leaving.
"Auntie, please eat."
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The shop was open for only a few days. Thanks to the steady flow of customers every day, Wang Mengmei hired two long-term workers at once, completely freeing Jian Li.
Jian Li's daily routine gradually became coming to the store to eat every day, and then going home to walk the dog after eating.
only……
Jian Li was very confused: "Cheng Yu, you have been eating here for half a month. Didn't your parents hire an aunt for you?"
Cheng Yu came more diligently than her and came to eat every night, either eating malatang or hot and sour noodles. In a short period of time, several pimples appeared on Cheng Yu's chin.
Jian Li couldn't understand why Cheng Yu came to eat even though he was irritated.
Cheng Yu: "I just like the food Auntie Wang cooks."
If she doesn't go back to eat, the aunt at home won't care. Anyway, when her parents come back, she will just say that she insisted on eating junk food outside, and her parents will just scold her.
Jian Li frowned slightly. She felt that Aunt Cheng Yu didn't seem to take good care of her.
The weather suddenly cooled down these past few days, and Cheng Yu was still wearing thin clothes, without even a sweater.
When Jian Li asked her, she said she didn't know where she put the sweater.
In the end, Jian Li lent her her coat.
"Cheng Yu, can I come to your house this weekend?"
Cheng Yu looked up in surprise: "Really? Okay, okay!"
Cheng Yu couldn't wait to show Jian Li his bookshelf.
"I bought all the comic books you mentioned before!"
She bought back not only what Jian Li said, but also what Lin Shuyao and others said.
“We can watch it together!”
Jian Li was somewhat helpless. She had actually seen long ago that Cheng Yu didn't like comics at all. She bought so many comics mostly just to lend them to other people.
To be precise, this girl has a people-pleasing personality.
Jian Li found it unbelievable, how could a rich second generation child be raised like this!
I really admire Cheng Yu's parents whom I have never met.
Back at school, Jian Li, smelling of spicy hot pot, walked past several classmates. Some of the mean ones were fanned on the side of their noses deliberately, with a look of disgust.
One nasty boy even pinched his nose and said in a weird tone: "What is that smell? It smells so bad!"
If it was Jian Li who was sixteen in her previous life, her mentality would have collapsed by now.
But this is Jane Li starting over again.
Jian Li turned her head and started to speak harshly again.
"I don't know. Maybe someone put the mouth and the excretion organ in reverse order, so the mouth is a biological weapon."
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