Taking my daughter to open a breakfast shop and making millions of people cry

"Boss Ye, when are you going to start selling?"

The porridge learned the appearance of Wei Chikuang, holding the noodle bowl in both hands, even if he smelled the smell, he was satisfied.

Ye Cheng looked at the time and packed up the tableware, "You can sell it at night, if you want to eat, come over at any time."

"Well, I'll definitely come tonight, I'm going to have enough to eat."

"I'm coming too, I'm going crazy once tonight and not losing weight."

"Since you are all here, how can I miss it, first of all, one person has three bowls, and no one can eat more."

......

The three made an appointment and left separately.

Zheng Junwei packed up the small shop and went to the farmer's market, and today the boss specially instructed him to bring more bags of noodles.

Now, he finally understands why he brings more noodles, because he has to make oil noodles at night.

"Xiao Zheng, come to pick up the goods again."

"If your store has any new products recently, we should go over and have a show."

"I am also willing to go to the venue if there is no new product, Boss Ye's craftsmanship is really good, and my grandson will make a fuss if he doesn't eat for a day."

......

Zheng Junwei helped move the ingredients, and as the reputation of the small shop grew, the people in the vegetable market became more and more familiar with him, and they would joke every time they came.

"Tonight, the small shop will launch new products, and everyone can come and taste them when they have time."

Zheng Junwei chatted with people every time he passed a stall, and the whole person was glorious.

In the past, when he was in the company, no one wanted to chat with him, and the relationship between everyone seemed to be not so good, and he liked the way he was now.

"Boss Zhou, our boss said that there are four more bags of flour today, and we want the same brand."

Zheng Junwei counted the ingredients on the car, and then remembered that before coming, the boss specially told him to bring a few more bags of noodles back.

"It seems that your small shop has newly launched pasta, and I will definitely bring a family to try it tonight."

Boss Zhou carried the noodle bag on the electric three wheels, and took out a few small packets of flour and handed it over, "Take this back, the manufacturer's new flour, let your boss try it, if it's good, I can give it to him cheaply." "

Okay."

Zheng Junwei rode a tricycle, greeted the surrounding stall owners, and left in a hurry.

Back in the small shop, he carried the ingredients into the back kitchen, and saw smooth dough neatly arranged in the refrigerator.

"Boss, the shop owner sends some new flour, where to put it?"

"You take it back, I'm used to using this flour, and I'm not going to change it again."

Ye Cheng kneaded the dough without lifting his head, kneading the dough was as time-consuming for him as cutting pork belly, and only smooth dough could make delicious noodles.

Thankfully, the rolling pin given by the system has cut his time by half.

When I tasted the first bite of the noodles, I noticed that there was a fragrance inside, and that fragrance belonged to the rolling pin.

Sure enough, the thousand-year-old pear blossom wood is not a false name for the wave.

A small dough of noodles can make about twenty bowls of noodles, and he prepares 15 doughs, which can make about 300 bowls of noodles.

If the demand is large, he will increase the number of noodles in the later stage.

Knock knock.

The slow door of the small shop was knocked, and the figure in overalls held the cardboard box in his arms and walked into the small shop, "Hello, is it the tableware you bought?"

"Yes."

Ye Cheng took off his apron, opened the box to check the tableware, nodded, and after paying, held the tableware and put it in the back for disinfection and cleaning.

"Boss, we don't have bowls at home, why do we have to buy so many tableware?"

Zheng Junwei stood by the pool, and put the washed tableware into the disinfection cabinet.

"If you make a noodle bowl, it is a little small, and it is likely that the contents will be squeezed out as soon as you stir it, which is too wasteful."

Ye Cheng picked up the pen and ink and moved it over the stool, placed it on the wall, and wrote the next recipe one by one.

【Splash noodles with saliva and oil: 12 yuan / serving】Move

the electric fan and dry the font on the wall.

At five o'clock in the evening, the first wave of customers approached the small shop, and it was not surprising that Wei Chikuang and the three saw the recipes on the wall, and their faces were excited.

"Boss Ye, three bowls of oil poured noodles per person."

Tang Yue sat at the table, and said before that it was three bowls, then three bowls.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Knock knock.

The sound of noodle panels colliding echoed in the shop, like the sound of pleasant music.

"Slow down."

Zheng Junwei put the oil noodles in front of the three, but he was a little surprised that a beautiful woman like porridge could eat three bowls of oil noodles in one go, which was too weird.

"The owner has eight sauce meat buns, four tea eggs, a bowl... What a taste, so fragrant!

"Boss Ye, there are new dishes again, saliva and oil poured noodles, then bring me a bowl."

"I want a bowl of oil-poured noodles, two tea eggs, and six sauce meat buns."

"Five parts of noodles with oil."

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Boss Zhou stood in the center of the team, anxiously looking ahead, and the little grandson behind him kept chanting hunger, I don't know when it will be their turn?

"I lean on, you guys smell no good smell, it's not like you've eaten it before, is it possible that Boss Ye has a new product?"

"No, if you know that a new product will come early."

"Don't be impatient, maybe Boss Ye has prepared more, and there will be it when we arrive."

......

For the new products launched by the small store, everyone's mood was relatively high, and more than 300 bowls of oil-spilled noodles were sold out in just half an hour.

This shows that the popularity of oil noodles is no less than that of other types.

Ye Cheng roughly calculated, a thousand bowls of oil-spilled noodles a day, the system task can be completed in five days, and tomorrow all three meals a day will be prepared with oil-splashed noodles.

"Take these back to your mom to taste."

Ye Cheng put a small bag of prepared ingredients alone, and the other bag of torn noodles was already covered with flour.

"Although it is said that your own cooking is not as good as cooking it in the store, take it back and taste it first, and have time to eat it in the store."

He smiled faintly.

"Thank you."

Zheng Junwei carried the bag, said goodbye to the boss, and left in a hurry.

My mother's last thing to eat is noodles, but he believes that this bowl of oil-poured noodles, my mother must love to eat.

Back at home, my mother was still watching TV in the living room, and during this time, my mother's condition improved, and the whole person's complexion was much better.

"Mom, I didn't have dinner, I'll bring you some noodles back, the new products in the store, you taste it, it tastes very good."

Zheng Jun strode into the kitchen and began to boil water and boil noodles.

After the noodles are fished out, follow the example of the boss and put all the ingredients on top, drizzle them with hot oil, and sprinkle chopped green onions at the end.

Holding the noodle bowl in both hands and sniffing, the taste is slightly different from what the boss made, and the taste should not be much worse.

The thing is the same, that is also put by the boss himself.

The noodles are placed in front of the mother, stirred and handed over.

The mother just sniffed, took a small bite, and did not eat again.

"Mom, why don't you eat it?"

Zheng Junwei saw that his mother only ate one bite, his face was puzzled, he took the bowl, picked up the noodles and put them in his mouth, and immediately spit it out.

The noodles are soft and smelly, and they are very different from the noodles made by the boss.