The next day was gloomy, and snowflakes began to fall. Xia Baozhu braved the snow to go to the nearby farmers' market and bought twenty chicken legs. She fried out twelve of them and waited for Sun Xingyan to come and collect them.
When Sun Xingyan arrived, she asked him where she could buy paint and floor tiles.
Sun Xingyan, munching on a chicken leg with oil all over his mouth, mumbled, "I'll call someone over for you in a bit. Tell him what you want and have him do the renovations for you."
"Thank you, Xiao Sun, you've helped me a lot. Here's another chicken leg for you."
Originally, Xia Baozhu was going to give this chicken leg to Sun Xingyan, but she asked a question first before giving it to him, making Sun Xingyan grin so wide his eyes disappeared.
"Brother Sun, why didn't you wait for me?" San Gou came in from outside and saw the fragrant chicken leg in Sun Xingyan's hand. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He could eat twenty of those chicken legs.
"What are you waiting for?" Sun Xingyan raised his eyelids and gave him a disdainful look.
"It's just one chicken leg, right? Big sister, do you have any more chicken legs? Give me two." San Gou took out two two-yuan bills and handed them to Xia Baozhu.
"There's one more." Xia Baozhu returned one bill and wrapped the last chicken leg in brown paper for him.
"Then let's take one." San Gou glanced at Sun Xingyan's big bag, his eyes darting around.
He kept his own in his bosom, unwilling to eat it.
"Brother, I brought this back for my parents to try, can I have a bite of yours?" San Gou said with a fawning smile to Sun Xingyan.
"Look at you, you good-for-nothing coward. You wouldn't go when I asked you to come with me to make money, but you're all smiles when it comes to eating."
"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that my family is stopping me. Don't worry, I'll definitely go next time." San Gou's eyes were fixed on the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand.
"I don't know when I'll go next time. Okay, here you go." Sun Xingyan handed him the chicken leg without saying a word.
After Sun Xingyan left, Xia Baozhu went to apply for a business license. This was easy to do, as there weren't many people opening shops at the moment, and the staff were enthusiastic and answered her questions carefully, so she got the license smoothly.
I bought a table, benches, and a glass counter at the furniture market.
She originally wanted to order a 1.8-meter-long counter, but when she asked the carpenter, he said it would take at least two weeks because there was a long queue and he was too busy to handle it.
She turned around and bought a 1.2-meter-long ready-made glass counter, which was clean and bright, for 180 yuan.
She's spending less and less money, and the renovations haven't even started yet. If she runs out of money after the renovations, she plans to take out a loan.
Have someone move the furniture into the back kitchen of the store.
The person Sun Xingyan found for Xia Baozhu arrived in the afternoon; he was a fat man in his thirties.
"Hey little sister, are you the one renovating the shop?" The fat man's words were friendly and easy to talk to.
"right."
Xia Baozhu held up a drawing she had made, which was very clear.
Separate the front of house and the back of house. The back of house needs to be equipped with water pipes and sinks, and the front of house needs to have a partition at the counter.
She took out a Hong Kong Island magazine she had prepared in advance and pointed to the restaurant photos inside.
“The front hall floor will be tiled, and the walls on both sides will also be covered with tiles from 80 centimeters down, and then painted with paint.”
"Both the ceiling and the partitions are made of such thin wooden strips, so that the ceiling and the partition in the front hall become a whole."
"The right side of the partition is open to serve as a window and a counter, while the left side leaves space for a curtain for easy access."
"In addition, a flush toilet will be built in the yard."
When Guo Zhigang heard Xia Baozhu's request, he thought it would be a simple job of painting the walls and laying tiles. He didn't expect her to have such high expectations, wanting a Hong Kong-style renovation.
"Young lady, you have excellent taste and are very knowledgeable. This renovation will definitely look great, and business will be booming," Guo Zhigang said, offering a quick compliment.
He had decorated nightclubs before; they were magnificent and beautiful. He only took on this small-scale project because of Sun Xingyan.
Building a traditional courtyard house in the countryside now costs five or six thousand yuan, but decoration is always a major expense. For Xia Baozhu's place, it would cost about a thousand yuan.
Toilets are a bit more troublesome because you have to dig a pit and bury water pipes.
Xia Baozhu wanted a warm color scheme, with natural wood tones for the ceiling and partitions, light orange-yellow for the walls, and off-white for the floor and wall tiles.
The custom-made wooden door is a small-grid glass door in natural wood color. The word "push" is written on the door and "pull" is written on the inside. It is a double door, with a total length of two meters and a height of two meters and four centimeters. The wood is ten centimeters thick and the glass is thickened transparent glass.
These two doors alone cost her 380 yuan. The orange-painted iron doors were cheaper, also double doors, for 260 yuan.
The exterior walls were painted with a cool apricot color, which made them look very clean.
The plaque, two meters long and eighty centimeters wide, bears the four golden characters "Hong Kong Island Fried Chicken," with the signature and date below. It was written by Sun Xingyan and engraved by a friend of his.
Despite his seemingly carefree and irresponsible demeanor, Sun Xingyan possessed exceptional calligraphy skills that were praised by everyone, though the price he paid was a chicken leg.
Nowadays, people try out different things; a single meal at KFC can cost half a month's salary, seventy or eighty yuan.
So Xia Baozhu used Hong Kong Island as a gimmick to attract customers.
To this end, she borrowed Sun Xingyan's camera and, at her suggestion, had him take more than a dozen advertising-style photos, which were then developed, enlarged, and posted in the store as posters.
Looking at the finished picture, Sun Xingyan realized he had mastered the art of photography.
"Brother Sun, did you take this? Wow! It's even better than the commercials on TV! It looks so appetizing, it makes my mouth water." San Gou flattered Sun Xingyan, drooling over the photo.
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