N-A-A Chapter 120
Chapter 120
"Little cat."
Ye Cheng pinched the little guy's nose, held her at the dining table, and poured three bowls of red bean soup, "Dad, mom, you guys come and try it, this is a new product in the store." "
It's delicious."
Tuan Tuan stretched out his little tongue hotly, and the little spoon still kept sending it to his mouth, eating happily.
"Don't tell me that you learned this from the Internet?"
Dad sat at the dining table, drank a sip of red bean soup, instantly stunned, tasted another mouthful, and patted his son's shoulder with his big hand, "Your craft is simple, so delicious, it's the first time I've drunk such delicious red bean soup."
"It's much better than what I cooked, this sweetness is just right, not too sweet, and with a clear fragrance, how do you make it?"
The old mother drank one mouthful after another, and this red bean soup was just right whether it was hot or soft and hard, perfect to the extreme.
If she hadn't known that everything her son had made before was delicious, she wouldn't have believed that it was her son's brewing.
If she doesn't say it, she also believes which master boiled the red bean soup.
"If you have sweetness, you have to boil yellow rock sugar yourself, red beans are in water for thirty-one minutes and twenty seconds, it must be more or less, after the water is boiled, put red beans first, red beans boiled for one hundred and forty minutes and eleven seconds, and then..."
The old mother listened to the head is big, how to even calculate the second, not a second can not be more, not a second can be less.
"You don't have the patience of your son, every time the red bean soup is either too bad or too hard, I have never boiled this taste at any time, it seems that I will have a taste in the next life."
Dad drank all the beans in the red bean soup, picked up the thermos pot, and it was already empty.
"Dad's red bean soup is so delicious, the group has drunk it all."
The little one lifted the bowl and shook it in front of him.
"Awesome, if you still want to drink, Dad will bring it to you tomorrow night."
"Good."
Tuan Tuan clapped his hands happily.
Ye Cheng coaxed the little guy to sleep, lay on the bed after washing, although a little tired, but tired and full, took out his mobile phone and looked at the amount of money in the bank card, "Ten hundred thousand..." Plus the money
to buy a car for his father, from the opening of the store to now earn 2.8 million, throw away the cost of about 200,000, and the net profit is about 260,000.
In two or three days, he and Tuantuan could finally have their own room, and they could have a private study, and finally they didn't have to nest in this small house.
Early the next morning, there was a long queue at the entrance of the small shop, and customers from all areas of the entire southern city gathered here.
When queuing, some people can still do a few business, chat around, everyone is peers, chat and chat, and even don't feel irritated in line.
Some are familiar with each other, and they have become friends, and every time they come here, they must make an appointment in advance, and they can talk about the sky while queuing.
The surrounding area is lively, and the supermarket in Xufangshan directly opposite the road is also overcrowded.
"What's going on with you, I've come to eat at your place many times, are you giving this kind of taste to customers?"
Suddenly, an incongruous voice sounded, quickly attracting everyone's attention.
I saw a 40-year-old man standing at the front of the line, holding a bun in his hand and throwing it on the table, his face full of anger.
"Excuse me, I don't know what you're talking about?"
Zheng Junwei was confused by this sudden sound, picked up the buns on the table, and smiled.
After working in the small shop for so long, it was the first time he had encountered dissatisfied customers.
Not only him, but even the regulars here saw it for the first time, and everyone gathered around curiously.
"What are you pretending to be confused with me, isn't it too much for you to sell the leftover buns from yesterday to customers after they are hot?"
The man did not hesitate, picked up the bag and dropped it on the table again.
"Brother, are you mistaken?"
Zheng Junwei really felt a little funny, or in other stores may sell the leftover buns from the day before yesterday, but here, as long as you come late, you may not be able to eat the buns, let alone the leftovers.
"I'm not mistaken, it's that you sell fewer buns here, and you pretend to be stupid here, I tell you, you must solve it for me today, otherwise don't want to sell something."
The man put on a posture of wanting to fight, imposing.
"I said buddy, did you come here to touch porcelain, let me tell you, there has never been any leftovers in Boss Ye's shop."
"That's right, look at how many people are in this row, can there be left, if there is left, can we come to the queue?"
"I get up every morning at 4:30 a.m. to line up, and I can grab a stutter."
......
The guests around you say a word.
All the regular customers of the small shop thought that this man was funny and even said that it was left over from yesterday, which was simply an international joke.
Boss Ye's shop sells leftovers, unless the sun comes out from the west.
"You all know the boss here, of course speak to him, I tell you, don't settle this today, don't think about doing business."
The man simply ignored everyone, this posture is to make trouble, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but there is no way.
There are many people who are popular, not to mention that this small shop is on fire, how many people are red-eyed, and they can't keep it, that is, where the people sent deliberately come to make trouble.
Hearing the movement outside, Ye Cheng put down the work at hand, walked out of the small shop, and after inquiring about the situation, picked up the bun on the table.
"Did you buy this bun from me?"
"Nonsense, I don't buy it from you, I can buy it from elsewhere, it's really interesting, you're the boss, let's say, how to solve this matter?"
The man was even more proud when he saw Ye Cheng come out, and patted the desktop with his big hand.
Ye Cheng slowly took out the bun in the bag, broke it in half, checked the meat filling soup in this bun, and after taking a bite, frowned, "The bun is not mine."
"You fart, I bought it from you, don't open your eyes and say nonsense to shirk responsibility, sell overnight buns, and try to frame me!"
The man's face was flushed, and he was extremely angry, his hands clenched into fists, and one hand tugged at Ye Cheng's collar.
Ye Cheng took out a bun in the cage drawer and explained, "No matter how long the bun is left and the taste inside will not change, your bun, I have tasted, the meat filling is soft and rotten, the soup is tasteless, even if my family's buns are kept for a long time, it will not reach this extent, let alone not my family's buns at all." Seeing
that the man kept biting, he knew that the man must not have eaten the buns he made, took out two in the bag, put the buns taken by the man together, and handed them over, "In this way, you can taste my buns first, and you will understand why I am so sure."
With that, he turned and walked towards the house.
This kind of person has nothing to theorize about, and if he still wants to continue to make trouble here, he doesn't mind calling the police.
The man looked at the hot bun in his hand, he didn't believe it, where else could this bun be delicious?
One bite down, stand in place for a minute.