Song Li agreed, "You like it? Then I will definitely try uncle's cooking someday if I have the chance."

Yang Wenjing was particularly proud of her father's cooking skills. She held her head high and her tone was filled with uncontrollable pride.

"Big sister, don't brag, my father's skill in making beef noodles is really unique. He learned the cooking skills from a Hui Muslim master. If you are not a local, you probably don't know that Hui Muslims make the most authentic beef noodles. Although my father is not a Hui Muslim, his skills were taught to him by a Hui Muslim master. No one who has eaten his beef noodles says it's not delicious."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Song Li and said in a low voice, "Besides, my father has an exclusive secret."

Song Li had eaten beef noodles when she came to the northwest before, so she had some knowledge about beef noodles. She knew that many local beef noodle restaurants were halal restaurants.

After hearing what Yang Wenjing said, she asked curiously, "Uncle is so good at making beef noodles, and he has his own secret recipe, why doesn't he consider opening his own beef noodle stall?"

Yang Wenjing sighed, "To be honest with you, sister, my dad is a bit of a face-saver, and he thinks it's a bit embarrassing for a grown man to come out and set up a stall.

Besides, the ingredients needed to make beef noodles are not cheap, and just buying the ingredients will cost a lot of money.

My family is not well off, and I can’t come up with the money to start a business right now.”

Song Li's mind moved, and she said jokingly, "If someone wants to invite uncle to be the chef, would uncle be willing?"

Song Li suddenly had an idea.

Since our factory sells Northwest local specialties, is beef noodles considered a specialty of the Northwest?

She had bought beef noodles online before. Although the ones she cooked herself were not as delicious as those in the restaurant, they tasted pretty good.

At least it's more authentic than those made in some other beef noodle restaurants.

She was also curious. They all had beef noodles, and even the chef who made them was from the Northwest, so why didn't the beef noodles from other places have the taste of the Northwest?

A friend from the northwest told her that due to the geological reasons of the northwest, the beef noodles made with water from the northwest are different from those made with water from other places.

Therefore, even if you use the same ingredients and the same chef, the beef noodles you make outside the northwest will lose the local flavor.

That’s why beef noodles have become a specialty of Northwest China.

Song Li wants to add beef noodles to their factory.

Yang Wenjing didn't understand what Song Li meant at first, and Huang Lili beside her reminded her.

"Wen Jing, Xiao Song has a question for you. If she asks Uncle Yang to be her chef, would Uncle Yang be willing?"

Based on Huang Lili's understanding of Song Li, the "someone" she mentioned was most likely herself.

She had a good relationship with Yang Wenjing, so she wanted to give her a straightforward reminder.

Otherwise, with Yang Wenjing's brain, it's unknown when she will be able to figure it out.

Yang Wenjing woke up from a dream. She said excitedly, "Big sister, are you serious? Are you really willing to let my dad be the chef?"

Song Li smiled and said, "If Uncle Yang is willing, I would welcome it very much."

Yang Wenjing nodded excitedly, "Sister, my father is willing."

Song Li smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, why don't you go home and ask your uncle for his opinion?" How could she be so sure without even asking the person concerned for his opinion?

Yang Wenjing chuckled and said confidently, "No need to ask, I'm definitely willing."

Song Li raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Yang Wenjing glanced at Song Li and smiled mysteriously, "Of course it's because of you, Song Li!"

Song Li was puzzled, "Because of me?"

Yang Wenjing nodded affirmatively and didn't keep the secret any longer. She smiled sheepishly and said, "Sister, I'm sorry. I told my family about your purchase of roses. When my father heard that you wanted to make cakes with roses, he immediately said that you were a girl with vision and that you would definitely succeed, and asked me to follow you and work hard.

놛Although I have never met you, I have a good impression of you.

If I knew you wanted to be my chef, I would definitely be happy. ”

Song Li never expected this to be the reason.

I have to say that Yang Dashu is a man with great vision.

Just based on this unique vision, Song Li also wants to bring him into her factory.

She told the truth, "Sister-in-law, I'll tell you the truth, I want to include beef noodles in the local specialties of our factory. If uncle is willing, I would like to invite you to be the beef noodle research and development master of our factory.

Naturally, I was also very interested in the secret of the beef noodles in my hand. We all lived in the same compound, and my sister-in-law and I had a good relationship. I didn't want to hide it, so I asked my sister-in-law to go back to her parents' home and tell my uncle about my idea.

If uncle is willing, please bring uncle to meet me so we can discuss cooperation. "

After hearing this, Yang Wenjing didn't even want to buy anything. She looked even more anxious than Song Li.

"Sister, I'm going back to my parents' home now. Later... no, I will definitely bring my dad to see you at noon." After saying that, she turned around and ran away.

He didn't even give Song Li time to speak.

Song Li laughed.

Yang Wenjing really doesn't match her name at all.

She is not quiet at all.

Huang Lili smiled and tried to smooth things over for Yang Wenjing, "Don't be angry, little sister Song. Your sister-in-law Wenjing is just impatient. She can't hide things in her heart, but she doesn't have any bad intentions.

She also trusts you and doesn't want to miss this good opportunity, so she is in a hurry to go home."

Song Li smiled, "Sister-in-law, I'm not angry, I just think Sister-in-law Yang's impetuous personality doesn't match her name at all."

Huang Lili paused for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Little Sister Song, you are right about this. I heard from your sister-in-law Yang that her father gave her this name because he wanted her to be a quiet girl, but things did not go as planned. She has never been quiet since she was a child."

While chatting and laughing, the two walked to where they usually set up their stall.

However, I haven't been to the town for more than ten days, and the economy in the town has changed a lot.

More and more people are setting up stalls.

There are quite a few wonton and cold noodles stalls alone.

Not surprising actually.

Liangpi and 餛飩놆 are very simple foods. If you are interested, you will understand them after eating them once or twice.

Looking at the Yang sisters' cold noodles stall and Wang Xiuxiu and Ge Dahong's wonton stall, they were much quieter.

Huang Lili couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that setting up a food stall is not an easy business."

A town is so small that there are so many competitors. No matter how delicious your food is, your customers will be affected.

What's more, your competitors are competing with you by lowering prices.

It is the habit of Chinese people to be greedy for bargains. Regardless of whether the food tastes good or not, everyone's first reaction is to go to the cheap stalls.

Besides, the food at the other side is really good.

Song Li was not surprised at all by this situation.