Yan Huiru happily wiped away her tears. Her son, who had always been generous, was willing to take the initiative to take the right path, which meant that the ancestral graves of their old Song family were silently protected.
"Mom, you can eat some too. From now on, this family will be left to me. I guarantee that our family will live a good life."
"I'm not dead yet, so it's not your turn to take charge."
Yan Huiru rolled her eyes at Song Zhengjun and suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, son, you didn't send anything to Xiaoxue's family? This relationship must be maintained well. Xiaoxue has also suffered a lot of grievances. You must not lose your courtesy. A man must admit his mistakes when he should."
"Mom, I gave it to their family, but they didn't want it. Why don't you help me deliver some tomorrow?"
"Then if my mother goes tomorrow, there's no way he can kick me out too."
"Mom, please eat more."
"Son, you eat too."
Seeing Song Zhou busy on the ground, handing out water and chopsticks, but with no look of impatience on his face, the corners of Song Zhengjun's mouth turned upward unconsciously.
This wine is good.
Early the next morning, when Song Zhou got up, his parents had already gone to work in the fields, and there was still breakfast left for him on the stove.
After a few casual bites, Song Zhou began to work on the things needed to set up the stall.
Erheizi also rode the modified tricycle over early.
"Brother Xiaozhou, do you need me to go with you?"
"There's no need for this. Just wait until I find a way and then I'll teach you."
After loading the prepared ingredients and seasonings into the car, he rode to the state-owned hotel first. Liu Ren was busy holding a meeting for his employees when he saw Song Zhou appearing at the door and ran over enthusiastically.
"Brother, you're here."
"Just call me A Zhou. I came to see you today for something. Help me get a small liquefied gas tank."
"No problem, just wait for me."
This little thing didn't require Liu Ren to do anything himself. He arranged for someone from the kitchen to come over and install it for Song Zhou, and he also tasted the fried dumplings that Song Zhou had made.
His eyes lit up instantly.
As a hotel manager, he has tasted a lot of good things and can tell the difference between good and bad.
"A Zhou, your food tastes very good. Where did you learn it?"
Song Zhou saw through Liu Ren's little thoughts at a glance.
This guy must have taken a fancy to this delicacy and wanted to use it to please a certain leader.
Immediately reveal the sauce and let him scoop a few spoons back.
"This...isn't this good?" Liu Ren said politely, but his hands were not slow.
"Whether this food tastes good or not depends entirely on this secret sauce. Take it back and try it. Maybe we can cooperate in the future."
"Then I'll give it a try first. As long as the stuff is good, money is not an issue."
Liu Ren had already put the sauce on the table while he was talking. He happened to be asking a few leaders to do things these days, and he had to take care of the food and drink first.
As a manager, he immediately realized that this sauce was definitely a treasure. Even several chefs in the hotel might not be able to make it. As long as he could master the exclusive secret recipe, he would be able to make money soon.
Song Zhou didn't care what Liu Ren thought and pushed the tricycle loaded with liquefied gas to the gate of the steel plant.
After waiting for two hours, I arrived at the steel plant at noon. A large number of employees rushed out and hurried home to eat and rest.
Suddenly, a clear roar sounded on the roadside.
"Fried skewers, authentic secret fried skewers, guaranteed to leave you with endless aftertaste after eating them, first come, first served!"
"Take a look, Lao Song's secret fried skewers, paired with a few big steamed buns, it's guaranteed to be so delicious that you'll fall over!"
"Comrade, come here and try it. If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to pay."
“Vegetarian ones are only a dime for two skewers, and meat ones are a dime for one skewer. They are delicious and affordable!”
People like freshness and excitement. After listening to Song Zhou's roar, many people gathered around and looked at the clean and hygienic tricycle with various kinds of skewers placed in the oil pan with a "tearing" sound. Then a scent hit my nostrils.
Life in this era was not yet affluent, and it was not easy to eat something oily and watery, let alone fry it directly in a pan like Fang Tingxu did.
The people around him suddenly swallowed their saliva and couldn't help but ask questions.
"Little comrade, your food looks delicious, but it's a bit expensive."
Song Zhou had already expected this question, so he immediately took out a bunch of fried oyster mushrooms, spread them with sauce and put them in her lunch box.
"Brother, the things are definitely not expensive. I just earn some hard-earned money. Look at the oil in my frying pan and the secret sauce. It took a lot of effort to make it. You said I can't do it either." Compensation, right?”
"Why don't you try it first? I don't charge you for this, and I won't force you to buy it or not. We just treat it as friends."
The man was a little embarrassed.
"That said, how can I eat your food for free?"
"It doesn't matter, eat it boldly...Brother, please have some too...Sister over there, please don't leave, come and taste it, it's delicious."
"You really don't need money?"
"Don't worry, there are so many of you, how can I still snatch the money from your pockets?"
"Hahaha……"
Song Zhou's humor quickly made him get along with everyone.
Today, Song Zhou is not thinking about making money at all. His main focus is to provide warm and good service and leave a deep impression on people.
Holding the free fried skewers, several people stuffed it into their mouths with hesitation, and their eyes suddenly lit up after just a few bites.
This...this is so delicious.
