Gu Lingguo said, "Give me a bowl of pork intestine noodles."
"I want beef offal." Fang Guozhong followed closely behind, and then came Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi, who ate lighter; one ordered chicken soup and the other ordered plain noodles, which were the lightest noodles in the store.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded solemnly, looked them over silently, and asked, "Everyone, you want so much food, can you finish it? We don't accept waste. You can take away what you can't finish, but we don't accept uneaten food."
Many stores do not have such regulations. Some stores even put the food that customers have not finished but is still intact back into the steamer; when new customers come, they serve the food to them again. People who don’t know will eat it, and those who know will be disgusted.
In order to avoid this phenomenon, they had to implement this regulation.
"Don't worry, we can finish them. If it's meat buns, put more meat and less sugar." Yan Rushan didn't mind such a rule. He understood what was going on after a little thought.
"As long as you can finish your meal, please wait a moment and we'll serve it to you right away. Please find a table to sit at first. If there aren't enough, you can just pull two tables together to form one."
The middle-aged man left after he finished speaking. Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong pulled two tables near the corner together to form one table, and everyone sat down.
The food is ready, served from the steamer. The same goes for soy milk and milk, which can be served on the table in bowls.
"Comrades, please call me if you need anything. If you can't finish your food, I can pack it up for you to take away." The middle-aged man reminded them worriedly before leaving.
As soon as the people left, Yan Rushan handed chopsticks to his grandfather and his wife, and then said to everyone, "Let's eat. After you're full, go back to your own business."
Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi picked up their chopsticks and distributed the food to everyone, and each of them went to get their favorite food; there was soy milk and milk for breakfast, but children who are teething should not eat soy milk and tofu pudding, otherwise they will easily develop lime teeth and their teeth will fall out piece by piece in the future.
Zhong Yuxiu picked up a bun and took a bite, nodding in satisfaction. "The bun is soft and tastes good. I can give it to the children. Add some milk, and I don't have to make breakfast for them this morning."
Milk is a good source of calcium and is just right for them.
Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi nodded. While eating, they separated the steamed buns with clean chopsticks. One steamed bun was divided into more than 20 pieces by them. The three little ones ate happily while taking a bite of steamed bun and a sip of milk.
How could I not be happy? In the past, I'd only eaten egg custard, minced meat, or powdered milk; but suddenly, I was offered milk buns. They were sweet, and the milk was white, but not fishy, and fresh, so delicious.
After breakfast, Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi ate a normal amount: two steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk. Yan Guofeng ate two bowls of soy milk and five steamed buns, and Yan Rushan ate about the same amount. Zhong Yuxiu, Gu Lingguo, and Fang Guozhong dominated the field, and two-thirds of the breakfast went into their stomachs.
"Are you full? Do you want to eat some more?" Yan Rushan asked his wife with a sidelong glance.
Zhong Yuxiu: “…” Although I eat a lot, I am not a pig.
"Thank you, but no thanks."
"If you're not full, just tell me. You can pack up the leftovers." Based on his understanding of his wife, she was definitely not full.
"No, that's about it. I can pack a few buns and eat them when I'm hungry."
Yan Rushan smiled, and his wife was embarrassed. "Okay, let's pack some soy milk and steamed buns. Noodles don't last long, and wrap the steamed buns in clothes so they can keep warm longer."
He did it as soon as he said it, and turned his gaze to the middle-aged man who was looking at them in shock. He was the one who had entertained them before.
"Comrade, come here for a moment."
"Oh, here I come." The middle-aged man walked up to him, "Comrade, is there anything else you want?" He broadened his horizons.
Yan Rushan said, "Pack two servings of soy milk and ten steamed buns. No steamed buns. After packing, wrap them in thicker cloth. We'll pay for the wrapping."
"No problem, don't worry. We have special takeaway boxes with cotton quilts inside. Each box costs five dollars."
"Do you sell these lunch boxes individually?" The people in this shop are really smart! A lunch box costs five yuan, which is more expensive than the food on sale; but people are like this, for the sake of convenience, what's wrong with spending a little more money? These lunch boxes are not just for one-time use, they need them when they are out and about.
The middle-aged man replied: "Yes, it's for sale. The price is the same if sold separately."
"Then take five food boxes and put twenty buns in them."
"Okay, please wait a moment. We'll pay together later." The middle-aged man turned and walked back to the kitchen. He returned in just a few minutes with five food boxes on the table. Each one was arm-high and could hold a lot of food. "Comrade, do you like this? If not, you can go to the kitchen to choose something else."
Yan Rushan looked through each food box and nodded with satisfaction, "Very satisfied. Let's pay. How much is the total?"
"Breakfast is thirty dollars, and five lunch boxes are twenty-five dollars. Add the five dollars for the last order, and the total is sixty dollars."
Yan Rushan counted out sixty and handed them to the middle-aged man. Then he picked up the box of food and stood up with his wife. "Take the remaining food boxes back. They will be useful on the way."
"Okay." Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi, holding their children, also took a food box; the old man took two each, and Feng Zheng took one.
After leaving the hotel, the group went their separate ways. Yan Rushan and his wife took Gu Lingguo and his partner to visit a friend and borrow a car; Yan Guofeng led them back to the hotel, put their things there and went out.
Yan Rushan led the way and came to a small villa. The area was about 300 square meters, not very big; but there was a small garden, a pond, many flowers, plants and trees inside, so the house just took up a small area.
"Hahaha, Boss Yan, you're finally here."
A bald man, in his early thirties, tall and strong, walked over. As he got closer, his laughter became softer and a look of respect could be seen in his eyes.
Yan Rushan nodded and said, "Comrade Yang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I came here today and I wanted to borrow your car for a few days."
"Okay, okay. The car is inside. Boss Yan and sister-in-law, would you like to come in and sit in? When Fourth Brother Cheng called me and told me that your and sister-in-law's first stop would be Province C, I was very happy." Comrade Yang smiled, but his attitude was very humble.
Zhong Yuxiu saw it all, and although she didn't understand what was going on, she knew that all she had to do was smile.
Gu Lingguo and Fang Guozhong followed behind him and only glanced at him lightly; after confirming that he was harmless, they withdrew their gaze and turned their attention to the surroundings.
Yan Rushan said politely with a smile, "No, please drive over. We have urgent matters and cannot stay any longer."
"No problem, no problem. Then, Boss, sister-in-law, please wait a moment, I'll go and get it out right away."
"Go ahead." Yan Rushan spoke, and Comrade Yang turned around with a smile and walked inside. A black car drove out across the small garden. There was no license plate on it, but judging from the shape, it should be a domestically produced car.
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