"Ah Qiu, what's your cooking skill? The taste of this noodles is no worse than that of a decent noodle restaurant. Your two skills are comparable to those of a professional chef."
Liu Hui's face was full of doubts.
The main player of the football team in the past, today he turns into a noodle cook?
Su Ziqiu smiled calmly and explained:
"My grandfather is an old cook. He cooks saozi soup and sour and hot soup in advance at home, and I am responsible for selling them at high speed."
"That's so. What's your situation now? I usually call you to go back to school to play football on Sundays, but I haven't been free."
"My wife is ill, so I have to take care of her at home."
The sun rises, and the sky is radiant.
The salty snow on the highway began to melt.
Although he hasn't earned enough money, Su Ziqiu still wishes all the traffic jam drivers well.
"Uncle, do you still use the gas stove?"
When the stall is closed.
Su Ziqiu thought of the little old man in Sichuan and Chongqing.
The little old man came up cheerfully, "No, I just remembered that you didn't have any seasoning on this stall, not even a knife for cutting vegetables and meat, nor cooking oil, so you can't cook anything."
...............
"Dad, how much did the milk cost?"
On her way home, Su Ziqiu began to add up her income.
Exhausted Su Yonghong leaned on the back seat, his face brimming with joy: "He sold 320 cups. Although his tired legs were weak, he earned a lot just by milk, and he was in a happy mood.
"Dad, I collected more than 8000 yuan just for noodles, boiled eggs, hot and sour soup, and steamed buns."
All the ingredients were sold out.
There is no steamed bread left.
Suzishan blushed and was also very excited. "Wow, we have made so much money. Brother, we can have a good New Year."
"Happy New Year."
Su Yonghong said expectantly, "The expressway will be open to traffic tomorrow. Your mother dare not idle at home for a moment. She has been busy mixing milk. We father and son will work harder this afternoon."
The joy of the family comes to mind, which is the pleasure of "making money".
A billionaire earns 10000 yuan a day, but he may think, "Hey, how can he earn 10000 yuan today?"
However, for an ordinary migrant worker, his daily income of 2000 yuan is enough to make him ecstatic. He may buy a piece of pig's head meat, a dish of peanuts and two liang of small wine to celebrate after work.
In Su Ziqiu's current situation, even an ordinary migrant worker is inferior to
He is a pure debtor, especially when he remembered that he could earn hundreds of dollars by working three jobs every morning and night a few days ago. He was so excited that he almost drove his car into the ditch.
"Dad, I'm going to give away warmth for free. I've carefully calculated our net profit for the past two days. It's already tens of thousands. My father doesn't always want to do good things, so he decided to give free meals in the afternoon."
"Huh?"
Smell the words.
Su Yonghong's face immediately sank:
"Nonsense, your grandpa's idea can't be heard. It's warm enough to provide some hot water for free. Our family is not very rich. If we want to send it to you, Dad's milk will not be cheap."
In fact, Su Ziqiu doesn't want to be free in his heart. At best, he can adjust the price of dishes to be cheaper.
For example, a bowl of saozi noodles costs ten yuan, and an egg costs one yuan.
But.
[An activity of giving love on the highway!]
"Players are requested to provide free dinner for one hundred people to traffic jams in a few days."
One hundred people?
With only one hundred dinners, you can complete the task?
Recalling the game's detailed description of the task, Su Ziqiu's heart suddenly changed quietly.
As for Comrade Su, his family is not very rich.
The task must be completed. Do you want to earn money or not!
"Daddy, daddy~ah duck, duck duck duck~wow~"
Just as Wuling's car stopped in the yard, Xiao Yue rushed out of the room in tears, hugging Su Ziqiu's calf, "Dad doesn't take baby to play."
"Don't cry, baby is too short. When you are as tall as your sister, you can help your father cook noodles."
Su Ziqiu pinched her pink nose and held it high in her arms:
"When you are as tall as your sister, will Dad take you out to play?"
"Dad, my baby wants to grow as tall as my aunt."
Her aunt Suzishan is totally 1.7 meters tall, while the little one is only 88cm
"Early to bed and early to rise, you can grow tall. If you don't sleep at night and get up in the morning, you won't grow tall."
Su Ziqiu's words made her silent, pursed her lips and rubbed her hands unhappily.
"Sir, I'm going to give a free meal to 100 people in the afternoon, send some love and do some good deeds. Do you want to stop cooking a barrel of convenient hot and sour soup?"
The kitchen has several more insulation barrels and a new stack of stainless steel basins.
There is a new big iron pot. The old man is burning the big iron pot, which is called "boiling" in the industry.
"OK, make hot and sour soup, double the ingredients, thicken it, and add more tofu. Ziqiu, Grandpa wants to go on the highway with you, and later you will persuade your mother to do something good with him."
The Don's voice softened a bit when he mentioned this. Although he often scolded his son Su Yonghong, his son and daughter-in-law basically agreed on principled issues, and he had no choice.
Su Ziqiu looked at the old man helplessly, "Sir, there is a long slope. You need two people to help you climb it. The fence on the road is not easy to cross."
"Just help your father and grandpa. Hurdling is a small problem. grandpa is not on crutches yet."
The old man especially enjoyed cooking. After finishing the meal, he saw that the diners were eating.
Su Ziqiu and Su Yonghong discussed that when they set out, they would take a shovel and simply clear the snow on the slope. They would help the old man up. It should be no problem.
Evening menu:
Hot and sour soup, steamed bread, Huajuan, free of charge.
Mixed noodles with egg sauce, boiled eggs.
Before departure.
"Ziqiu, wait a minute. Grandpa will make you a pot of oil spiced peppers. We have to meet the needs of customers. We set up a stall. We still have all the small ingredients. Take a bag of garlic. Many customers have the habit of eating garlic when eating noodles."
The old man is very considerate.
"Sir, we are just a street stall......"
"What kind of small stall? To earn money from others, you have to serve customers well. Haven't you heard that customers are God?" The old man gave an angry look and said, "Su Ziqiu doesn't care about anything".
The great Sun is really dishonest.
"Sir, what do you need to prepare? Do you have chili noodles?"
Su Ziqiu understood the Don's idea.
The simplicity and sincerity of rural people are vividly reflected by the old man.
The old man went to the west wing room and flipped, taking out two bags of chili noodles, one thick and one thin.
There is a line of large characters on the package of pepper noodles.
"Qin Pepper Noodles"!
——It is produced in Fengxiang, Baoji, Shaanxi.