Chapter 76 Money? I have plenty!
However, Song Xinran still did not go against Wu Yaoxuan's wishes and took some ingredients according to the amount the children had eaten yesterday.
Wu Yaoxuan stood to the side. He was a little taller than Song Yu, but still too short compared to the refrigerated display case. He had to stretch his neck and stand on tiptoe to see more of the food.
Watching Song Xinran put vegetables into the bowl, he said, "Aunt Song, I don't want the cheap vegetables, I want the most expensive meat!"
"Do you have meat for fifty-one catties?" He remembered eating very expensive fish during the Chinese New Year and could vaguely recall the price.
Song Xinran laughed when she heard this: "All the meat dishes in the store are eleven yuan per catty, there are none for fifty."
She thought to herself that this kid was quite arrogant.
Wu Yaoxuan frowned slightly, and said with a reasonable argument: "Aunt Song, you need to prepare some expensive meat so that you can make money."
Looking at his generous and magnanimous manner, Song Xinran thought to herself that if she had prepared such expensive meat, it would definitely have gone bad and no one would have bought it.
Mala Tang is an affordable food, so adding expensive ingredients would be incongruous, especially since the cost of living in the town isn't that high yet.
"What should we do then, Xiao Xuan?" Song Xinran asked him, feigning a troubled expression. "Are you still going to eat?"
Wu Yaoxuan nodded: "For food, I want all meat dishes."
But the child sitting at the table objected: "My mom says we can't just eat meat; we need a balanced diet with a mix of meat and vegetables."
Yuanyuan said, "It's not just meat that's delicious, cucumber slices are also very tasty, and instant noodles are delicious too."
Yuanyuan used to be a staunch carnivore, but after eating Song Yu's mother's cooking, she discovered that vegetables also have a unique flavor.
Song Yu said, "I also like to eat vegetables."
Hearing Song Yu say the same thing, Wu Yaoxuan had no choice but to give in: "Alright, then a little of both."
When his grandmother gave him the money, she told him to spend more and buy more, but his classmates didn't seem to like spending money.
After the hot pot is cooked, a big bowl is served. The children sit around the table, pick up their chopsticks, their eyes shining, and eat big mouthfuls of food. They can eat a big bowl of rice by themselves without any coaxing or persuasion from the adults.
So, if a child doesn't like to eat, it's either because they're not hungry or because the food isn't tasty. Who wouldn't take the initiative if they had something they liked?
Wu Yaoxuan happily paid the bill.
However, when he got his change, he started to worry. His grandmother told him to spend it as much as he wanted, but now he had more and more money in his pocket.
"Can you still eat? I can get more food." Seeing his classmates' mouths glistening with oil, Wu Yaoxuan offered enthusiastically.
The children present found this unbelievable. Wu Yaoxuan used to be the one who bullied others and had conflicts with classmates. When they first heard that Wu Yaoxuan was coming to Song Yu's house, they were a little worried that they would be beaten up.
Instead of taking any action, Wu Yaoxuan was incredibly generous! He not only treated them to a meal but also offered to add extra dishes for them!
Even Yuanyuan changed her opinion of Wu Yaoxuan a little, but she shook her head: "I don't want to. My mother said I can't eat too much, or my stomach will burst."
He gestured with his hands, his face filled with horror: "His stomach burst open, all sorts of intestines fell out, there was blood everywhere, it was terrifying!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Yaoxuan's hand trembled: "Then, then it's better not to eat anymore."
The other children nodded in surprise, feeling that they had already eaten enough.
"Round and round".
The little girl looked up and was pleasantly surprised. She ran over and asked, "Mom and Dad, what brings you here?"
Aunt Xu said, "I was worried about the rain since you hadn't come back, so I brought you an umbrella."
Dad took out a rubber duck umbrella, which Yuanyuan took and grinned, saying, "Mom and Dad are the best!"
Mr. Xu smiled kindly and looked up at the sky: "Has Yuanyuan finished eating?"
Yuanyuan nodded.
Xu's father said, "With an umbrella, we won't be afraid of the rain. Your mother and I haven't eaten yet, so let's just find a restaurant to eat at."
When Xu's mother looked up, she exclaimed, "Oh! There's a mala tang (spicy hot pot) place here. Why don't we eat here?"
Mr. Xu nodded and said seriously, "That's good, it saves us from walking too much."
The couple made a decision in just a few words. From Yuanyuan's perspective, her parents came to bring her an umbrella and then found a restaurant to eat at. The child didn't understand much and immediately turned into a salesperson: "Let's eat mala tang! Song Yu's mala tang is the best. I brought some home for my parents yesterday, and they finished it in no time!"
Xu's mother smiled slightly and prepared to push the door open, but a child suddenly blocked her way.
Xu's mother immediately recognized Wu Yaoxuan. She had approved Wu Yaoxuan's admission to the kindergarten. For a long time afterward, Teacher An would occasionally report on Wu Yaoxuan's situation to her, which sounded like a real headache. However, she heard that things had changed a lot towards the end of last semester.
But why is this child stopping her?
Aunt Xu asked gently, "Is there something you need, Wu Yaoxuan?"
Wu Yaoxuan certainly knew her. The child thought for a moment whether he should call her Yuanyuan's mom or the headmistress, but couldn't think of a suitable one. So Wu Yaoxuan simply called her "Auntie".
Wu Yaoxuan asked her, "Do you want to eat mala tang?"
Although she didn't understand, Xu's mother nodded and said, "You've all eaten, but we adults need to eat too."
Wu Yaoxuan was quite pleased to hear this and took out some money from his pocket: "I'll treat you to a meal!"
Xu's mother: ?
Xu's father: ? ?
A look of confusion and shock appeared on both of their faces. What did this mean? Did they need a child to treat them to a meal?
Yuan Yuan stared wide-eyed, wondering what Wu Yaoxuan was doing.
Although Xu's mother was extremely puzzled, she still maintained a gentle expression and said, "No need, thank you, little friend. We have money and can buy it ourselves."
Wu Yaoxuan, however, was very stubborn: "I'll treat you to a meal."
this……
In their more than 30 years of life, this was the first time that someone had insisted on inviting them to dinner, and they couldn't refuse.
Adults tend to follow certain rules, but what can they say to a four- or five-year-old child?
Fortunately, Xu's mother is an educator and has a lot of experience dealing with children. She bent down slightly and asked, "Why does Wu Yaoxuan want to treat us to dinner?"
Wu Yaoxuan said matter-of-factly, "Because you are Yuanyuan's parents."
Upon hearing this, Yuanyuan's mouth gaped open in shock. She felt that her friendship with Wu Yaoxuan wasn't that good; Song Yu was her best friend.
She frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized something and said, "Don't even think about it, I won't give Song Yu to you!"
It must be that Wu Yaoxuan has taken a liking to her good friend and wants to use this method to separate her from Song Yu.
Wu Yaoxuan exclaimed "Ah!" in confusion, his eyes looking somewhat bewildered. In fact, his thoughts were very simple: when his grandmother gave him money today, she told him to buy more spicy hot pot and spend more money.
But there was nothing he could do; he simply couldn't spend all the money, and all the students had eaten their fill.
Just then, Wu Yaoxuan ran into Yuanyuan's parents, and he had an idea. It would be fine to spend the money on the adults, and they even bought spicy hot pot. How great was that?
Song Yu, who was in the store, caught her name clearly and ran to the door. When she saw Mr. and Mrs. Xu, she called out in a clear voice, "Uncle Xu and Aunt Kang!"
Mr. and Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "Xiao Yu."
Seeing Wu Yaoxuan holding money in his hand, Song Yu quickly reminded him, "Don't hold the money in your hand, you'll drop it. If you drop the money, you'll get a beating when you get home."
Of course, Song Yu was never beaten for this. He used to have very little pocket money, and he rarely carried it with him.
After coming to town with his mother, he had more pocket money, and he never lost any money because he kept it all in his piggy bank.
However, Song Yu had seen Cai Yang being beaten because Cai Yang had lost five yuan, which was the money his aunt had given him to buy vinegar at the convenience store.
That left a deep impression on Song Yu's young mind: money is precious, and if you lose money, even a child like Cai Yang will be beaten by his parents.
Wu Yaoxuan raised his chin slightly: "I won't, my grandma told me to spend all the money!"
From his words, Xu's mother finally understood the child's thought process a little better. Because his grandmother made him spend all his money, he could only spend it on others, but only on spicy hot pot.
She was speechless, unsure whether to laugh at Wu Yaoxuan's naive idea or have a good talk with Wu Yaoxuan's grandmother to help the child develop a proper view of money.
Song Yu was also a little troubled: "But my family's spicy hot pot isn't expensive, I can't spend that much money at once."
Wu Yaoxuan was also worried. Other children's pocket money was never enough, but his was more than enough.
A brilliant idea flashed in Song Yu's mind: "Then come back for more spicy hot pot tomorrow! If you can't finish it all at once, come back two or three times!"
Wu Yaoxuan's eyes lit up; he thought it was a good idea and nodded quickly.
The problem that had been troubling the child was easily solved. Even Xu's mother couldn't help but look at Song Yu with higher regard. Wu Yaoxuan's problem was very simple for adults, but it was quite impressive that the child could come up with such a solution.
She thought to herself that she had a good eye and that letting Song Yu attend kindergarten was the right decision.
Other teachers were envious of Teacher An's good fortune in having such a well-behaved student in her class. Not only did the teacher not have to worry about her, but the student could also help her. They would often ask the principal if there were any more promising students like this in the future, so that they could definitely send them to their own classes.
"Song Yu, let's go play!" Seeing that his classmates had all left, Wu Yaoxuan suggested enthusiastically, "I have a basketball at home, let's go play basketball."
The word "basketball" sounds so sophisticated. Song Yu had only ever seen it in books; it was a game only older kids could play.
He was itching to do something.
Yuanyuan was clearly drawn in too: "I want to go too!"
Song Yu looked at Wu Yaoxuan, seeking his opinion. Seeing that he did not object, she nodded happily: "I'll go tell my mom I want to go out and play."
After saying that, he ran back into the store, then quickly ran out again: "My mom agreed."
Yuanyuan: "Let's go then!"
The three children quickly ran away together.
Xu's parents once again showed complicated expressions. Song Yu knew to tell her mother when she wanted to go out to play. They were standing right next to Yuan Yuan. Yuan Yuan would leave whenever she wanted, as decisive and free as a female knight-errant. Of course, this was also the self-portrait Yuan Yuan described to herself whenever she watched TV dramas.
Mr. Xu comforted himself, "Never mind, Yuanyuan definitely knows we'll agree and doesn't want to bother us anymore."
Xu's mother then said, "Let's go get something to eat."
With their daughter gone, the adults do things more freely. At first, I was worried that they wouldn't let Yuanyuan eat snacks, but they secretly came over to eat spicy hot pot, so I had to use the excuse of delivering an umbrella.
Mr. and Mrs. Xu are the ones who really can't stop thinking about mala tang. Ever since Yuanyuan brought them some takeout food last night, they've been dreaming about eating mala tang every night.
When Xu's mother woke up and told Xu's father about it, their dreams miraculously matched up, which shows just how delicious the spicy hot pot was.
Xu's mother said in a daze, "Don't you think Song Yu's mother is a master chef? How come she makes everything so delicious that everyone wants to eat it?"
After a moment of contemplation, Mr. Xu said, "It's probably a talent. My colleagues at the institute still frequently buy braised meat. They've been eating it for months now, as if they never get tired of it."
"Stop talking," said Aunt Xu. "It's making me crave braised pork too."
However, today wasn't market day, so they couldn't buy braised meat. But they could eat mala tang anytime, so the two of them decided not to cook at home tonight and instead take Yuanyuan out for mala tang, ostensibly to take their daughter out to eat her favorite food.
Unexpectedly, Yuanyuan didn't need them to take care of her at all. As soon as school was over, Yuanyuan ran off with her classmates, who even treated her to a meal.
When Xu's mother heard this news, she was immediately relieved, which showed that Yuanyuan was popular and got along well with her classmates.
Although Xu's mother was very surprised when she met him in person today, Yuanyuan had previously said that she didn't like Wu Yaoxuan, but now they are so close. She really is just like a child.
Mr. and Mrs. Xu walked into the mala tang restaurant together. Neither of them was short of money, so they naturally thought the prices were very cheap. They picked whatever they liked, but they still had to make it clear to Song Xinran, "Boss Song, we have money, so you can't insist on treating us like little Wu Yaoxuan did."
Song Xinran smiled and agreed. She then asked them what their preferences were, and learned that they really liked the spicy hot pot that Yuanyuan brought home yesterday. She told them to just make it according to that taste.
Last night, Xu's parents didn't get enough to eat. Yuanyuan only had three yuan left. How could two adults possibly be full with just three yuan's worth of spicy hot pot? In the end, she still wanted more after finishing. Fortunately, she was able to have a good meal today.
The two of them ate a total of eighteen yuan. They felt their mouths were full, their stomachs were warm, and their bodies were hot. They felt much better overall and more comfortable than eating at a high-end hotel in the city, but the money spent was less than one-tenth of what they would have spent at a high-end restaurant.
Mr. Xu said, "I'll have to tell my colleagues at the office tomorrow so they can also try the spicy hot pot. It's completely different from braised meat."
They taste like opposites, but are equally delicious.
Xu's mother nodded: "From now on, if you don't feel like cooking at home, you can come here for hot pot. Boss Song just said that he can make milder flavors, so you don't have to worry about getting a sore throat from eating too much."
Both of them thought this was a good approach.
On the other side, the three children were also having a lot of fun.
Wu Yaoxuan did indeed have a basketball at home, and it was brand new. Wu Yaoxuan gave the basketball to Song Yu and said generously, "You can hold it for a while, let's go play on the playground."
Song Yu hugged it happily, and even touched the texture of the basketball with his little hands, thinking that the ball was so big that he needed both hands to hold it.
On the way there, Song Yu noticed Yuan Yuan's curious gaze again and offered her the basketball, saying, "You can hold it for a while too."
Yuanyuan grinned and took it.
Wu Yaoxuan secretly pursed his lips, thinking to himself that Song Yu and Yuanyuan were really close, always giving Yuanyuan the ball first instead of him, even though it was clearly his ball.
But the next moment, Yuanyuan handed the ball to him: "Here you go."
Wu Yaoxuan was a little happier.
The basketball bounced better than the kindergarten ball, but it was also too big. Three children chased after the ball, and the children had to hold it in their arms to keep it from falling, which made their clothes dirty.
Song Yu frowned, feeling extremely conflicted. On one hand, he thought the new toy was fun, but on the other hand, he thought the clothes would be hard to wash. He said, "It would be great if there were a smock."
Wu Yaoxuan turned his head curiously: "What is a smock?"
"It means that wearing it will prevent your clothes from getting dirty."
Wu Yaoxuan's eyes lit up. His grandmother had mentioned that he always got his clothes dirty easily. He said, "Then let's go buy some!"
Wu Yaoxuan happened to have some money, so the three kids decided to do it right away. They were very familiar with Lingde Town, especially since Song Xinran did business there, and Song Yu often went with her. As a result, many people in the town knew him, including the owner of the clothing store they went to.
This was the first time the shop owner had encountered such a young customer. Her shop mainly sells children's clothes, but they are usually brought by adults. This was the first time a child had come on their own.
Song Yu looked up and said in a childish voice, "Auntie, we want to buy aprons, so we can wear them without getting our clothes dirty."
The proprietress chuckled and joked, "I have smocks here, but do you have the money?"
money?
Wu Yaoxuan pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, looking very proud: "I have plenty!"
He has no shortage of money right now.
The proprietress was stunned when she saw it. This was no small amount of money. She glanced at the children, who were only four or five years old. It was unusual for such young children to have so much money in their hands.
"Little friend," the shopkeeper asked, "is this your family's money? Have your parents bring you here to buy it."
Wu Yaoxuan said, "Of course it's my family's money. It was given to me by my grandma. My parents aren't home right now, and I need to buy clothes!"
Yuanyuan strolled around the store. She bought most of her clothes in the city and hadn't really shopped in town much. Suddenly, she saw an Ultraman fighting monster smock, took it down, and ran to her friend: "I want this one!"
As she spoke, she put it on herself, her movements so fast that the proprietress couldn't stop her.
After finally managing to put it on, Yuanyuan stood in front of the mirror, glanced at herself from head to toe, and exclaimed happily, "Looks good!"
Boss lady: ...
This outfit is hardly suitable for such a cute little girl.
She picked up another pink plaid smock: "Little friend, try this one on, it looks even better."
Yuanyuan glanced at it, shook her head decisively, and patted her chest: "I don't want it, I like what's on my body."
Wu Yaoxuan said, "Okay, I'll buy it!"
His tone had a very nouveau riche feel to it.
He turned to look at Song Yu: "What do you want to buy?"
Song Yu looked at them and finally chose a yellow dandelion-patterned blouse, which he felt matched his clothes better: "I want this one."
However, Song Yu didn't want to spend Wu Yaoxuan's money; he had a dollar in his pocket.
Wu Yaoxuan chose a cover-up with a strange pattern printed on it, but it looked very cool.
He immediately pulled out all the money from his pocket: "We'll buy it!"
Song Yu quickly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Wait!"
The proprietress was both surprised and curious. These children looked quite young, yet they spoke with such confidence and mannerisms.
She didn't know what Song Yu was going to do, and said with a smile, "If you don't want these things, you can take them off and give them to me."
Song Yu said, "We want it, but could you give us a discount, Auntie?"
The proprietress exclaimed "Wow!" She thought, "No wonder he's the child of someone who runs a business; he's so young and already knows how to bargain."
She said, "Five yuan a piece, how much do you want?"
Song Yu thought for a moment and then held up one finger.
Wu Yaoxuan immediately understood: "Ten yuan a piece!"
Song Yu:?
He looked at Wu Yaoxuan with disbelief and great confusion. How could the price be negotiated up? He really didn't understand this time, because his mother often negotiated prices when she took him out to buy things, and he had learned this little life hack.
Wu Yaoxuan had no concept of money at all. He thought ten yuan was not much, even though the clothes he was wearing cost a hundred yuan.
The proprietress chuckled, thinking that an adult would be laughed out of the room if they tried to haggle like that, but before she could speak, Song Yu said, "Auntie, no!"
He turned to look at Wu Yaoxuan: "Don't say anything!"
Song Yu said, "Auntie, I want one piece!"
The proprietress was grinning from ear to ear, but when she heard the price, her smile vanished.
She glanced at Song Yu and thought to herself that he must really be from a family business to be able to bargain so fiercely. If it were an adult, she would definitely kick him out, and he wouldn't even be able to buy it for a dollar!
"Little friend, you can't buy it at this price." But the shop owner naturally has more patience for children.
Song Yu let out a small "Ah," sounding quite disappointed: "Can't you buy it for one yuan?"
His voice lowered: "But I only have one dollar."
The proprietress felt sorry for him when she heard his voice, but when she looked at the child next to him, she realized he was clearly not short of money.
Wu Yaoxuan was scratching his head, wanting to say something—he was rich! But Song Yu had just told him he couldn't speak, which made him very anxious.
After thinking for a moment, Song Yu repeated her mother's words: "Then what's the lowest price you can sell it for, Auntie?"
The shop owner didn't want to fool the children, so she set a price: "Minimum three yuan per piece."
Song Yu was still a little hesitant, but Wu Yaoxuan handed over the money directly, counting out three one-yuan bills and leaving.
The proprietress said, "This is the price for one item; three items will cost nine yuan."
Wu Yaoxuan took out all the money and let the proprietress choose.
The proprietress was a kind person; she took a ten-yuan note and gave him one-yuan change.
Wu Yaoxuan frowned as he looked at the money in his hand. How come the amount of money was still not less even after buying so many things?
Song Yu really liked the overcoat he was wearing. Although it was a bit expensive, he still told Wu Yaoxuan, "I'll open my piggy bank and give you the money when I get home."
Wu Yaoxuan waved his hand: "No need, I still have plenty of money anyway."
Yuanyuan said earnestly, "Wu Yaoxuan, I think you can be my friend now."
After this incident, she felt that Wu Yaoxuan was not bad, and she was really happy to spend Wu Yaoxuan's money this time.
Wu Yaoxuan raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes brightening noticeably, but after humming and hawing twice, he reluctantly said, "Okay."
Wearing smocks, they could play basketball as much as they wanted. The three of them played until it was almost dark before going home, and they made a promise to play together again the next day.
Wu Yaoxuan said he would treat them to spicy hot pot tomorrow.
Song Yu also returned to the mala tang restaurant. There were fewer customers at this time, and Song Xinran was able to rest for a while.
Song Yu ran up to her, spun around, and said excitedly, "Mom, I bought a new dress!"
Song Xinran glanced at him and was surprised to find that he was wearing a pale yellow smock, but she still couldn't quite believe that the little boy had bought it himself: "Did someone lend it to Xiao Yu?"
Song Yu shook her head: "No, I bought it myself!"
He recounted how he and his friends went shopping for clothes and haggled over prices, leaving Song Xinran utterly bewildered: "Just because Xiao Yu watched his mother shop, he thinks he can do it all by himself?"
Song Yu nodded shyly with a reserved, sweet smile on her face.
Song Xinran ruffled his hair and exclaimed in genuine admiration, "Xiao Yu is amazing!"
Ge Xia had nothing to do at the moment. After hearing Song Yu's words, she was shocked. Could such a tiny child do something like this?
It's brave of her to go to a clothing store, let alone interact with adults. Especially when it comes to bargaining, Ge Xia herself doesn't know how. Every time she buys something, she feels she's overpaid, but she's too embarrassed to haggle too much.
Ge Xia had seen Song Yu before when she was in the village. Unlike other children who liked to run around the mountains and fields, Song Yu didn't go out often, so she wasn't familiar with him. However, back then, Song Yu was nothing like the outgoing and cheerful person he is now.
How exactly does Sister Xinran raise her child? It's only been half a year, and the child has already changed dramatically!
If Song Xinran knew what Ge Xia was thinking, she would definitely say it was innate, and that she felt she hadn't done anything wrong; it was mainly because Song Yu herself was fine.
Ge Xia couldn't help but exclaim, "Xiao Yu really doesn't seem like a four-year-old child."
Song Xinran patted his hair: "Because Xiao Yu is growing up slowly."
Song Yu giggled as she was coaxed, and grabbed Song Xinran's hand, wanting to go out too: "I want to buy new clothes for Mom too!"
Song Xinran was surprised by his quick action and said, "There are still customers in the store, let's buy it later."
Song Yu is a sensible child. Knowing that her mother was working, she said, "Wait until Mom rests!"
Meanwhile, in the other two households, Grandma Wu was so surprised to hear that her grandson had bought his own clothes that she couldn't stop smiling. She then hugged Wu Yaoxuan and exclaimed, "My grandson has grown up! He's so good! Grandma is so happy!"
He tried to give Wu Yaoxuan more money, but Wu Yaoxuan refused seriously. He already had more money than he could spend, and he wouldn't be able to repay it if he gave him more.
When Grandma Wu heard her grandson talk about exchanging one coin for another to buy clothes, she looked at his innocent face and sighed inwardly. She thought it best to teach her grandson to recognize all banknotes as soon as possible; for now, Wu Yaoxuan could only recognize some large bills.
Otherwise, it would be really foolish. Luckily, Wu Yaoxuan didn't show it in public.
At Yuanyuan's home, after hearing Yuanyuan explain the origin of her smock, Xu's parents couldn't help but give her a thumbs up: "Yuanyuan is getting more and more amazing!"
"The clothes you chose are really beautiful!"
"As you grow up, you'll be able to take care of things on your own at home."
I coaxed the little girl until she pouted.
...
Since the mala tang restaurant opened, Wu Yaoxuan has been treating guests for four consecutive days, which can be described as extremely extravagant.
Fortunately, kindergartens let out earlier. At five o'clock, some adults are still at work, and elementary and middle school children are still in class. Every time they come, there are hardly any people in the store, so they can almost have the store to themselves.
After they left, customers kept coming in, and during peak hours the restaurant was almost full, with a very high table turnover rate.
The busier Ge Xia was, the happier she became. She knew a principle that her parents had taught her: only when the business made money would the boss be more generous, and only then would she have a chance to stay.
These past few days, Song Xinran has been having Ge Xia make mala tang (a spicy hot pot dish) for them. Finally, after finding that the texture and taste were about the same, she said to Ge Xia, "Xia, why don't you try cooking tomorrow?"
Ge Xia's eyes widened in astonishment, still unable to believe it, then she shook her head repeatedly: "I can't do it, Sister Xinran, I need to practice more. The store is doing so well now, if I affect it, I'll never sleep well for the rest of my life..."
Song Xinran laughed and said, "It's not that exaggerated. You've practiced enough. The hot pot you cook these past few days has tasted better and better each time. You can already handle things on your own in the kitchen. Tomorrow we'll switch jobs. You cook, and I'll handle the orders."
Ge Xia was still a little unsure: "Can I really do it?"
Song Xinran nodded: "It's true, you can ask Sister Xinwen and Sister Chen if you don't believe me."
Song Xinwen and Chen Jingfang had already praised Ge Xia to the skies, saying she was diligent, capable, and cooked delicious food. Where could they find such a wonderful person?
Ge Xia clenched her hands, which were hanging by her sides: "Sister Xinran, I will try my best tomorrow!"
Song Xinran said, "Don't feel pressured, just do it the same as usual. We all say it's fine, and the customers will definitely think it's good too."
She paused for a moment and then said gently, "Xiaoxia, don't keep talking about forever. You have a long future ahead of you."
Ge Xia was so excited that she could hardly sleep that night, but youth is a good thing. Once she fell asleep, she slept soundly until the alarm rang, and her sleep quality was very high.
The alarm clock was newly bought. Ge Xia was worried that she would oversleep in the morning and be late for work, so she bought one specifically. She felt more at ease with this kind of mechanical thing than having to wake up on time by herself.
Aunt Ge also got up and boiled two eggs for Ge Xia: "Xia, do a good job."
Ge Xia said earnestly, "I will."
The day's work went very smoothly. None of the things Ge Xia had anticipated happened, such as customers complaining that the mala tang tasted different and demanding a refund. In fact, the customers all said that today's mala tang was no different from what they used to have.
Seeing Ge Xia's barely concealed excitement, Song Xinwen smiled and comforted her, "Xia, you're just under too much pressure. I've been eating your spicy hot pot these past few days and haven't noticed anything wrong with it. It tastes great!"
Song Xinran then said, "Xiaoxia, you'll still be in charge of the kitchen tomorrow."
She then said to Song Xinwen, "Sister, come to the shop tomorrow to help Xiaoxia. I need to go check on things at the stall." This was something she had planned from the beginning.
Song Xinwen had been waiting for this day: "Okay, go ahead, don't worry about things here!"
Song Xinran thought that once she had settled things at the mala tang shop, she could focus on running her stall again. With income from both sources, she wouldn't have to worry about making a living.
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