Chapter 12: Make money (1/2)

The owner of the steamed bun stall swallowed quietly. He didn't eat breakfast early in the morning, and the steamed buns in the steamer were not good. Zhong Ziqi's noodles were so ”smell and scent” that he seduced him with a groan in his stomach. He turned around in embarrassment and did not look at them, his eyes fixed on the steamer hoping that it would heal faster, but how could the scent get more and more fragrant?

He turned around suspiciously, and what caught his eye was a bowl of hot noodles. The owner of the noodles was looking at him with a smile: ”Uncle Song, you also **** noodles to see if it tastes good.”

Uncle Song touched his nose embarrassedly: ”It's not easy for your brother to set up a stall. How can I take advantage of you? You can eat it yourself.”

”Just a bowl of noodles is not worth much. Besides, I will have to rely on Uncle Song to take care of my small stall in the future.” When it comes to this, Uncle Song is not hypocritical. He took the bowl and thanked him and followed. After eating it with big mouthfuls, the taste is as good as expected, it is hard to think that this was made by a half-year-old child.

When Zhong Ziqi returned to the stall, he looked around and saw that someone had noticed this scented stall. No matter what they were hesitating, he cleared his throat and learned how the vendors around him yelled: ”Big bone soup noodles, fragrant! Don't taste good. Money, don't miss it when you pass by!”

”Puff, cough!” Zhao Ning spouted out, coughing lightly, and looked at Zhong Ziqi with incredible eyes. Even Zhao Sheng looked at him in astonishment. Only Zhao Zhengan didn't notice what was wrong. He heard the yelling of his wife. Interestingly, he stopped his chopsticks and yelled, ”Big bone noodle soup, fragrant! No good! You don't need money to eat, don't miss it when you pass by.” After shouting, his narrow eyes looked at Zhong Ziqi.

Zhong Ziqi habitually praised: ”Zhengan shouted well, then shout a few more.” Zhao Zhengan got his wife's instructions and shouted again and again.

Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng saw that someone was looking here and walking towards this side. Suddenly, they had an epiphany in their minds. They had to let go when they should let go of face and things. Without shouting, who knows who is who!

”Boss, bring me a bowl of noodles.” A man in his thirties, wearing short clothes, said while sitting at Zhong Ziqi's booth, looking at the three Zhao Zhengan who were eating the noodles at the same time, the smell was really long.

”Okay, wait a minute.” Zhong Ziqi blinked at the three of them: See if this business is coming?

Zhao Ning got up to help set the fire, and said in a low voice, ”Ziqi, great!”

Zhong Ziqi smiled, his heart was also very excited, but this was his first business, and it was finally opened. It would be shameful to keep on being so cold.

Zhong Ziqi stirred the noodles briskly in her hands, and when she felt it was almost done, she put it in a big bowl and brought it to the man's table: ”Your noodles, five cents.”

This guy first tasted a bite, not to mention that it was much more delicious than the noodles on other noodle stalls. It also had the fragrance of bamboo shoots, especially the bamboo shoots were a little bit sour. He couldn't help asking suspiciously, ”Boss, you Isn't this bamboo shoot bad? Why is it sour?”

Zhong Ziqi said with a smile: ”Look at what you said, I can still eat it if it breaks. This is my unique way. I am sorry for not telling me, but you can rest assured that my friends will eat it again. poisonous.”

The big man means to express his surprise. He himself works on the dock, unloads goods and other things, does some handyman, and he knows where the food is delicious all the year round. For example, there are two on the dock. The more famous noodle stall, the business is also very hot in the morning. It is still a little away from Zhong Ziqi’s stall. He often eats there. Today, when he was planning to eat a bite in the past, he suddenly heard a clear shout. The old man Amazhong was particularly conspicuous. He looked for a voice and saw a brother who was about the same age as his kid in charge of the cook. There were three children of the same age on the stall, one of whom was still in charge. When he kept shouting, Poe sat over with interest and asked for a bowl of noodles. He didn't expect that the taste was even better than those of the two. The big man didn't hesitate to take out five cents and handed it to Zhong Ziqi, and he started to eat it.

Zhong Ziqi put on a pad of copper plates and happily blossomed: ”You eat slowly, call us if you have something to do.”

Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng were also very happy that the stall had its first income. Zhao Sheng simply broke the jar and shouted with Zhao Zhengan. One after another, people came over to eat noodles looking for sounds, especially Dahan is a frequent visitor at the wharf. Many people know him. When they see him eating at this humble stall, they can’t help but come over to taste it. Of course, they eat. The eyes will be bright and ask for the second bowl. Some people didn't believe it at all when they saw that the stall was a few children. Zhong Ziqi didn't have time to take care of these things. At this time, he was busy, and there were five or six people sitting in the stall. He sent the noodles to Zhao Ning and collected the money by the way.

In this way, Zhong Ziqi already sold more than ten bowls of noodles early in the morning. This amount is not a small amount for some old stalls. Zhong Ziqi is already very content, and this has completely exceeded his budget, even with the buns next to him. The stall also has a lot of business, and Uncle Song is happier than him.

The weather in summer is hot, only cool in the morning. When the temperature rises at 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning, Zhong Ziqi’s noodle stall can no longer welcome a person. Many people around him are gloating at him. Summer Selling cooked food is inherently difficult, and things like steamed buns are edible when they are cold, but when the noodles are cold, they will condense into a lump. So it can be sold in the morning, and even the two old noodle stalls at the pier have to change their food when they are hot.

Zhong Ziqi felt that the hot noodle soup was no longer worthwhile, so she asked Zhao Ning to help tidy up the stall, and directed Zhao Zhengan and Zhao Sheng to fetch water.

”Brother Qi, are you going back?” Uncle Song asked. In his opinion, it is good to be able to sell more than 50 yuan early in the morning, just like he can sell a bun in one day. One hundred and eighty writings are still when business is good.

”It's still early, I'm going to change the food and sell it.” Zhong Ziqi said gently, taking out a cloth bag and soaking the rice shreds in cold water for a while.