Gu Lin cooked lunch, and he didn't ask Muning to help him at all.
Whether it was lighting a fire or carrying water, he always said, "I can, you go and sleep for a while."
When she fell into a drowsy sleep, the man woke her up and said, "It's time to eat."
It was already eleven o'clock.
"Why didn't you call me earlier? What if it's too late?"
After checking the time, Muning hurriedly picked up his rice bowl and started eating.
"I've cut all the other side dishes and seasonings, and the noodles are cooked very quickly. It doesn't take long to get there by bike."
Gu Lin's voice was neither urgent nor slow, and it calmed down Muning's heart like ice in the summer.
Hey, she just can't change her frizzy personality.
"Eat slowly."
Gu Lin's cooking skills were pretty good, and the food he cooked was in line with Muning's taste. She praised him, "It's delicious."
"Yeah." A man always has this answer.
"I'll make the noodles later. You collect the money." I'm not tired of collecting money.
"Can you do it?" Mixing noodles is not difficult, but there are standards for adding more or less seasonings, and the taste will change even if it is slightly different.
The food stall they just opened was most afraid that the taste would not be consistent, which would easily lead to the loss of customer traffic and no repeat customers.
"Wait a minute and you'll know after you see it."
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At noon, Muning cooked a few more noodles and blew the noodles with a big fan for a long time until they were nice in color and tasty.
It looks pretty good when placed in a big basket.
When the two of them arrived at the square, they found that the place where they had set up their stall in the morning was already surrounded by customers.
It's really an honor.
Mu Ning roughly calculated that she could sell it for seventy yuan at noon, so she only brought so many noodles.
"Here is a bowl of cold noodles with shredded chicken. Add three tablespoons of chili oil and one tablespoon of sugar. No coriander."
As soon as I heard it, I was a regular customer in the morning.
"Comrade, does this cold noodle taste good?"
The first bowl was mixed by Muning.
"Oh, boss, please stop talking. I ate the cold noodles you made this morning. I was drooling all morning. I was just thinking about why your noodles are so chewy, why the chili oil is so fragrant, and even the shredded chicken. They are all so tender, so I was the first one to rush out after get off work."
Muning became more and more happy as he listened, "Oh, thank you for supporting me. Come on, it tastes the same as in the morning. Eat slowly next to me."
"OK."
It’s not about sitting down anymore, just eat while holding it.
After the bowl was sold, Gu Lin was ready to get started. His movements for scooping out the seasonings were very standard, as if they were copied from Mu Ning's hand.
At this time, a customer asked, "Why do I change the mixer? Will the taste be the same?"
Mu Ning would not hit Gu Lin. He raised a smile and said, "I guarantee the taste will be exactly the same. If it doesn't taste good, I will give you a bowl to try for free."
The female customer was happy and said, "If it's really not delicious, I won't pay for it."
"I will never let you give me any money!"
Hey, the female customer didn't know whether she wanted it to taste good or not, but Gu Lin didn't miss it. The noodles still tasted so delicious. She gave the money with a thumbs up.
Muning couldn't help but praise him.
The man didn't answer, he lowered his head and smiled to himself.
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In this way, the cold noodle stall opened by the young couple officially started.
Muning is also a person who can endure hardships. She is not afraid of getting tired. She is absolutely unambiguous when it comes to getting up early. She gets up as soon as a carp is erect.
On the contrary, Gu Lin always did more than what he said.
He would basically get up before Muning and prepare the side dishes and seasonings.
Sometimes I have to go to the vegetable market early to buy the freshest cucumbers, bean sprouts, chicken breasts or chicken legs.
He will do all the preparations and put the side dishes, seasonings, specially customized disposable lunch boxes and disposable chopsticks on the tricycle.
He went to the kitchen again, heated the water to a boil, then returned to the bedroom and pushed Muning gently.
"Mu Ning, get up and cook noodles."
Cooking noodles is the only stubborn thing about Mu Ning, and it is certainly the only procedure that Gu Lin can't master.
The noodles he cooked were either hard or soft, not as strong as Mu Ning's.
However, the two of them cooperated like this for ten days, and the business became more and more prosperous.
Although they currently only sell cold noodles as a single item, they still attract people who are delicious, like to eat, and have no appetite in summer to come all the way to buy cold noodles.
In 1993, the products on the market were relatively single. In addition, the cold noodles that Muning learned were the combination of the strengths of later generations, so the taste was not so easy for others to imitate.
Even though they have been selling for a week, there is no cold noodle stall competing with them in the entire square so far.
They were the only family, there were so many people, and people had a herd mentality. When I saw the queue here, I couldn't help but think, 'What's so delicious?' ''Shall I buy some and give it a try? '
There are schools nearby, and students are also a strong source of customers. The family planning policy has already spread in 1993, and every household has a baby. They want to eat some cold noodles to appetize, and parents have to buy more, and it is impossible not to buy!
The consequence of this was that Gu Lin didn't need to mix the cold noodles at all. He directly picked up a few cold noodles and put them into the packing box, put them in the bag and shouted.
"Want some chili? Do you want some candy?"
Muning just collected the money and made change. He took a look at the cold noodle basket and shouted, "Sorry, it's sold out. Come back in the evening. Come for supper at eight o'clock in the evening."
"Oh, little girl, can't you make more noodles? My little grandson doesn't eat anything in the summer, so he misses your cold noodles."
The old woman who spoke felt sorry for her grandson and was afraid that he would be hungry and couldn't help complaining about Muning.
When opening a business, it is common for customers to complain, and Muning is not angry at all.
"Grandma, I'll bring you some more cold noodles tonight. If you come over tonight, how about I put an extra chopstick of shredded chicken for you?"
"Okay, remember that night."
"Promise you remember."
The cold noodles were sold out, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Mu Ning was also very tired, and his body was wet with sweat. He sat down and didn't want to get up.
Before Gu Lin had time to clean up the garbage near the cold noodle stall, he picked up the cattail leaf fan and sent a little cool breeze to Muning, who was almost dying of heat.
"Don't come over tonight."
The man didn't know why. Seeing Muning so tired, he felt like there was a stone in his heart and felt very uncomfortable.
