Far away in Moscow

Chapter 86 Random thoughts
"Hmm... delicious, but very spicy, even hotter than kimchi." Han Shangyun slapped his tongue with his hand, frowned and said in doubt, "It's not the same kind of spicy, this taste... um... a little strange, but very fragrant!"

Hu Yi nodded in satisfaction, and asked Li Baoqing, "What do you think? How does it taste?"

"Hey, I thought it was a good thing, isn't it Laoganma's fried instant noodles? The prince actually used it to entertain friends. It seems that he has never seen anything in the world." Li Baoqing was sweating profusely, smacking The mouth said: "But the taste is really good, when I go back to show Dali according to your method."

"Well, it doesn't matter whether the food is high or low, as long as it is delicious." Hu Yi put down his chopsticks thoughtfully: "I have an idea, how about we two take out fried noodles in the dormitory? Anyway, you are fine after class, why don't you come together Earn some pocket money."

"Huh? Takeaway?" Li Baoqing was stunned for a while: "Stir-fried instant noodles? Can this... work?"

"What's wrong? The old house can sell buns very well, so we can't sell something else?" Hu Yi said and looked at Wang Shen: "Do you think my idea is feasible?"

Wang Shen bit his lip and hesitated for a moment, then pondered: "It should be ok, there are so many Chinese people in the school, there must be some demand for takeaway. But this thing...how much is it suitable for?"

"Not only can it be sold to Chinese people, but foreigners also like it." Hu Yi turned to Han Shangyun and asked, "Cang Om, if this dish is sold to you, how much are you willing to pay?"

"Walter?" Han Shangyun was surprised: "Do I need to pay?"

"No, no, I mean if. If I sell this noodles, how much do you think is appropriate?" Hu Yi added: "Omar next door bought six copies for [-] rubles today, do you think it is expensive?"

"Fifty rubles a plate? Li Erlei?" Han Shangyun shook his head hesitantly: "It's a little expensive. I think thirty or forty is acceptable."

"It's about the same as I thought." Hu Yi nodded, and smiled at Li Baoqing: "What we made today is two packs of instant noodles with two eggs, which can be considered a large portion, and sells for thirty rubles; if it is a pack of instant noodles, one Eggs, even if they are small, cost twenty rubles, what do you think?"

"Sounds good, your brain is turning pretty fast." Li Baoqing scratched his head cheerfully: "But isn't it too monotonous to only sell fried noodles? What if no one eats it?"

"What are you afraid of? This stuff is fried quickly. Besides, almost all the raw materials can be bought in the store downstairs. If someone orders it, we will make it. If no one orders it, we will keep it for ourselves. You can earn as much as you can. Are you worried about losing money? The more Hu Yi spoke, the more confident he got, he got up and went to the side to get a cigarette and lit it: "Although the variety is single, the taste and side dishes of fried noodles can be changed. For example, spicy or not spicy, cabbage or carrots?"

Li Baoqing also seemed a little tempted, and followed Hu Yi's train of thought and said, "Yes, there are many Shanxi people in the school. They like to be jealous, so you can add a sour mouth."

"Alright, let's add a hot and sour taste. Let's make a non-spicy one, call it... Vinegar Instant Noodles? Let's think about it when we have time, at best, try making a few pots first, and adjust the taste."

Hu Yiben had a whim, but he didn't expect to chat with everyone casually, and felt that this matter was worth a try.The two discussed with great interest for a while, and Li Baoqing helped Hu Yi clean up the dishes. Seeing Wang Shenbai sitting beside him with his chin resting in boredom, he picked up his schoolbag and said to Hu Yi, "I'll go back first, and you can go there someday when you are free." Come to us, let Dali help you grasp the amount of vinegar." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Shen: "Let's go! The Mongols must have dispersed, you should go home too."

Young people are impatient, scratching their hearts and livers as soon as they come up with new ideas, eager to put them into practice immediately.

Just do what you say, and for two days on the weekend, Hu Yi was bored in Zhou Dali's apartment to study ingredients with Li Baoqing, and Zhou Dali followed them to eat several fried instant noodles.Although he complained a lot, he also put forward several practical suggestions from the perspective of diners, which slightly improved the taste of the finished product.

A week later, the two had prepared all kinds of seasonings such as Laoganma, and bought a lot of disposable lunch boxes and plastic bags. Feeling that everything was ready, they went to Yu Feifei's house and designed a simple advertisement on the computer. :

Fried noodles takeaway, delicious and affordable, delivery to your door, guarantee your satisfaction.

Spicy fried noodles, five-spice fried noodles, hot and sour fried noodles, fried noodles cooked with vinegar, a variety of flavors for you to choose from.

A large portion costs 30 rubles, and a small portion costs 20 rubles. It is served after 17:8926 every night. Welcome to taste.Order phone number: [-]xxxxxxx.

Hu Yi carefully adjusted the font and typesetting, and everything was pleasing to the eye, so he printed twenty copies, and went to the downstairs of each dormitory with Li Baoqing to post them.

Talking and laughing, they took the elevator downstairs, and the two stood in front of the information board in Building 11 looking for a suitable location.Just glanced at the various advertisements, Li Baoqing suddenly exclaimed "Hey", opened his mouth wide and shouted: "Old Hu! Look!"

Hu Yi followed the sound and saw that Li Baoqing was staring at one of the Chinese messages, and the content on it was exactly the same as the advertisement in his hand:
Convenience fast food, fried instant noodles with various flavors.

Stir-fried instant noodles with eggs, fried instant noodles with Laoganma, hot and sour instant noodles, instant noodles with vinegar, 25 rubles for a large portion and 15 rubles for a small portion.Unique flavor, high quality and low price, welcome all students to call the order number: 8903xxxxxxxx.

The two of you looked at me, and I looked at you, as if in a fog for a moment.After a long time, Li Baoqing murmured: "This... this? I've never seen it before. What's the matter? A car crash? Someone thought we'd go ahead?"

"The four flavors are the same as ours. How can there be such a coincidence?" Hu Yi stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the four corners of the advertisement. The part of the paper soaked in glue seemed to have not completely dried out. The time should not be too long.He frowned and thought for a while, then said with a sneer, "This person probably knows our idea."

"Who would know our idea?! Could it be Dali?" Li Baoqing shook his head again and again: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Of course it can't be Dali. How could he do such a thing behind our backs? Besides, how could he have the leisure to engage in such a small business?" Hu Yi turned to look at him: "Think about it, who else knows?"

"Who else?" Li Baoqing was startled, and suddenly said angrily, "Wang Shen?!"

"That's right, it's probably him." Hu Yi stared at the text on the advertisement and said, "When we were talking about it that day, he was listening to him all the time, and he even remembered the price we imagined. So large and small portions are 5 rubles cheaper than ours."

Li Baoqingyuan opened his small eyes and pondered for a while, then cursed: "Little bastard!" He turned around and walked towards the elevator.Hu Yi quickly stopped him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Go to Feifei to print it again! Let's change the price to be the same as his!" Li Baoqing angrily shook the stack of advertisements in his hand: "Or simply 20 for a large piece! 10 rubles for a small piece!"

"Use your brain!" Hu Yi pursed his lips impatiently: "The two of us work together, can we still make money at such a low price? What are you trying to do? Just to fight him?"

"Grandma's!" Li Baoqing panted heavily with his hands on his hips: "Then call him! Ask him what he means! The order number on the paper should belong to him!"

(End of this chapter)