Chapter 134： (2/2)

From the starring young lady to the group acting as a maid, the directors are all carefully selected. After confirming the role candidates, it is not counted. In history, several training courses have been held so that the actors can thoroughly understand the original books, ponder the role, and learn piano and chess at the same time. Only qualified candidates can formally participate in the performance.

In other words, if Yin Minglu is selected, even if it is a small role, he will have to spend at least several months on this play, but the rewards are endless. Because this is a costume drama filmed by the state investment, after it was broadcast, the flowers, the grass, the words, the actor's smiles, have become the best memories of countless people in their childhood.

For a while, Yin Minglu's heart was still a little surging, and when he opened the notebook and looked up, he felt a heavy force. He thought that if he was lucky enough to play, he would do his best.

Seeing him stunned, the young man comforted him thoughtfully, "Don’t be stressed. If this crew fails, we still have the next crew. I asked the director to book you a role as a monkey spirit, so you won’t leave without success. . You have read your notes for two hours. Are you tired now? Do you want to sleep with me?"

Speaking of tiredness, Yin Minglu's little head melon seeds also nodded, rubbed his eyes, and closed the notebook. Seeing the boy's proposal, he lay down obediently, resting his thigh on the boy's thigh and preparing to go to sleep, before closing his eyes, his little cheek rubbed his hand unconsciously.

Feeling the warm and tender touch on the palm of his hand, a smile quietly appeared on the boy's already picturesque face, and he hugged the boy tighter to relieve a bit of bumps on the road.

When night was about to fall, the driver finally couldn't stand it. He thought that this ancestor named Xiaobao could really sleep. He could sleep with his young master’s hard legs. He could still sleep so sweetly, with suspicious water marks on the corners of his mouth, that little snoring. One after another. Although the child had little hands on the young master's legs, and his sleeping face was extremely white and tender, he was unwilling to wake him up.

But this city has been driving back and forth ten times, and the night market has been around ten times. Seeing that it is getting dark, when can it stop. The driver muttered. It can be seen that the young master is happy in it, and he can only bite the bullet and continue to drive.

Because the driver of the Fu family didn't know Yin Yu'e, he didn't recognize the young couple in the street stall after visiting the night market.

The weather gradually turned cold. Everyone was walking on the street, exhaling white flowers, but Qin Mao was hot and sweaty. Because he and his daughter-in-law Yin Yu'e are pushing a hot soup pot called Guandongzhu and selling them in the street market.

This Oden-cooking stall is not big or small. The iron pot for making soup is separated by a dozen square grids with iron plates, and different things are blanched in each grid.

The meaty dishes include shrimp dumplings, fish balls, scallops, tribute balls, white sliced ​​tofu, and vegetarian dishes such as water spinach, kelp, baby cabbage, and radish. There are several plastic cups next to it. Once a customer orders, just scoop things into the cup, and then add sesame oil, coriander or salt according to each customer’s taste. This rare snack format was attracted by its debut. The attention of most people in the night market.

In fact, the oden-boiled soup did not taste very good, because Yin Yue did not cook much at home, so the craftsmanship can only be said to be improvised. The lack of soup itself. In addition, the night market was originally set up with ordinary stalls such as noodles, dumplings, pancakes, and steamed buns. Suddenly, a novel oden stall appeared, which was particularly attractive.

And the weather is cold, the citizens are also willing to spend a dollar or two, some hot soup, hold it in their hands, take a sip, drink while walking, to dissipate the body's cold.

So for a time, the guest came like a cloud.

From time to time, guests called for meat or vegetables, which caused Qin Mao to be so busy, and several times after he settled his accounts, he found the wrong money. Yin Yu'e, who is in charge of the cash register, cocked her mouth with satisfaction, thinking that, as she expected, these citizens would naturally join in if they hadn't eaten these things. Just today's income, she would almost recover the upfront costs.

If the day comes down and the profit is so much every day, in less than two months, she will be able to completely take a shop in the city and open a special diet. When the restaurant opens and customers come again, she will be able to hire small workers, as a shopkeeper, save a sum of money to set up a clothing factory. There are countless trendy fashion experiences in her mind, and the big deal is to make domestic copycat low-profile versions of international high-end clothing. These people who have never seen the world will definitely buy it. Anyway, make the money first.

Yin Yu'e, who was busy counting the money, did not pay attention to her stall. Several sneaky figures appeared in front of her stall. They looked at her stall from a distance. Some stepped forward and bought a cup of oden and walked away, while others walked away. Pretending to pass by unintentionally, after silently glanced at the bottom of the pot, he left carelessly.

Then within a few days, Yin Yu'e found that the income on her account book had dropped drastically. It was not as good as the peak of the first day, and it was still falling vertically. She was anxious to grab her husband Qin Mao's arm and said, "What's the matter? Why are there so many fewer guests?"

Qin Mao was also stunned, wiping his sweat and said, "Yes, the number of guests was reduced by half the day before yesterday, and today is a bit less." Not like Yin Yu'e who counts money in the background, he is responsible for scooping the ingredients for the soup, so he can obviously feel the flow of people. Changes are indeed decreasing day by day.

"It's only three days. It's impossible for the guests to get tired of eating so quickly, right?" Yin Yu'e doesn't believe in evil, how can this be possible? It may be tired after only three days.

There must be a problem!

Yin Yu'e left the stall aggressively, and after walking a few steps away, she found that not far from their stall, there were countless similar Oden shops where the steamed bun stalls and noodle stalls were originally opened, and the soup was stronger and more delicious than the others. The price of that meat and vegetable is cheaper than that of a family, so the guests rushed to these stalls, shouting, "The boss, give me some tofu. I want to order cabbage."

They were stolen from the teacher? ? ? Yin Yu'e almost fainted without stimulation.