Rebirth Craftsman

Once Liu Xing's words came out, don't say it, it was really effective.

At least half of the people booed and scolded Liu Xing for money and shamelessly, and then they went home.

But the remaining half of the people stayed where they were and did not scold Liu Xing or leave. Among them, boss Xue of the grocery store smiled and walked to Liu Xing’s side, holding ten yuan in his hand: "Xiao Liu, I just know Your heart is dark, and a bowl of soup will sell for ten yuan, which is more profitable than robbing a bank!"

"Don't say that, I can't bear it, but if I don't, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the soup base used to make rice noodles!" Liu Xing gave a wry smile, even though he knew Boss Xue was joking. But I don't know why, I always feel a little guilty.

After all, a bowl of soup base sells for ten yuan, which means that after 2010, it is all high prices.

"I know your hard work, so I can only spend money to sell soup!" Boss Xue handed over ten yuan to Liu Xing: "Don't look at it! Give me a bowl. I didn't see my girl’s finger asking for it. Are you going to snap it off?"

"Good! Good!" Liu Xing had no choice but to take the money and used his rice bowl to serve Boss Xue a bowl.

"Be careful!" Liu Xing exhorted.

"I know!" Boss Xue blew up the white soup with meaty flavor in the bowl, and then took a light taste.

"How is it?" someone asked again.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious, fresh and pure, this soup definitely has a secret recipe!" Boss Xue said and drank it, smacking his lips, and drank all the soup in the rice bowl in no time.

The girl with two ponytails cuddling at his feet cried anxiously when she saw this scene: "Baba, you are so bad, you drank all my soup!"

Boss Xue was extremely embarrassed when he heard the words, and quickly handed the job to Liu Xing: "Give me another bowl, hurry up!"

"You!" Liu Xing shook his head and had to do it.

However, after receiving another ten dollars from Boss Xue, the next second he was frightened by the enthusiasm of the crowd watching, and dozens of people passed the money over, all saying they wanted to drink soup.

It seemed that if Liu Xing's movements were a little slower, he would be hitting people.

It seems that most of the people who do business in the market are rich people and don't care about the ten dollars at all.

Liu Dageng and Zhu Meiling, who were resting in the wonton shop, heard the movement and rushed out to help collect the money.

Liu Xing had no choice but to take out bowls of rice bowls and put out the hard-boiled soup.

At the back, the rice bowls were not enough, so I had to use the rice bowls left over from the previous drinking. To Liu Xing's surprise, no one disliked it, and they all said that the soup was delicious and it was delicious on earth.

If the price were not too high, they would all want to drink more bowls.

Liu Xing knew that this would not work.

Seeing one after another, the villagers came to watch the excitement. After the last bowl of soup was filled, they moved the big wooden barrel and the stove to the wonton shop and closed the door.

At this time, the soup base in the big wooden barrel is only half, so there is no pressure to carry it.

For him, he had known that this soup base had such a great attraction to people in 1993, and he would not open the door to make it in advance if he killed him. This would kill him.

In the hall, on the table.

Liu Dageng and Zhu Meiling were sorting out the money for the soup base, and under this amount, they couldn't help but shout out in shock at the same time.

"My God, it was sold for one thousand and eighty yuan!"

"Is this not dreaming?"

"Dad, Mom, can you just keep your voice down? It's only a thousand yuan and you are shocked. What if it's ten thousand?" Liu Xing made a booing motion, and then sat weakly by the window. The position rested.

Only then did he realize that if the breakfast shop’s business is too good, it doesn’t seem to be good, and if it goes on like this every day and no one can help, then he will definitely be exhausted.

"Son, you worked so hard today!" Zhu Meiling put all the money from the soup base in front of Liu Xing, and said softly: "Take it away, I can't help you with anything, I can only give you spiritual Unlimited support."

"Give me the money...?" Liu Xing asked with a warm heart.

"I'll give it to you. I know it's not easy for you to open a breakfast shop. You need money everywhere!" When Zhu Meiling said that, she remembered that Liu Xing hadn't eaten dinner, and immediately took a bowl for Liu Xing to serve dinner.

Liu Dageng didn't have such awareness, but looked at the stack of banknotes in Liu Xing's hand distressedly: "I said your kid really has the secret recipe for making soup?"

"Well, I saw it in an ancient book." Liu Xing replied calmly.

"Tell me!" Liu Dageng suddenly became interested.

Liu Xing looked at his mother.

In the next second, mother Zhu Meiling raised her leg and kicked Liu Dageng: "What do you want to do? Take your son's secret recipe and sell it to marry the mistress?"

"It's not a wife, I just asked casually!" Liu Dagen explained in fear.

"I can't ask, I don't know who you are. Once you know the secret recipe of the soup base, the whole Liu family will know it after a while, because you can't pass the wine barrier!" Zhu Meiling put the prepared meal On the table in front of Liu Xing: "Don't forget, what have you suffered since you left the army."

"Hey!" Liu Dageng nodded when he heard the words, and then slapped himself vigorously, secretly saying what happened to him. He didn't even understand such a simple way, and he wanted his wife to wake up.

The secret recipe of the soup base is valuable, but can he get it?

To put it bluntly, for ordinary people like him, it will only be a curse, not a blessing.

Only a smart person like Liu Xing can make use of it to flourish.

But he still couldn't help asking: "Son, where is your ancient book with the secret recipe? But you have to put it away. If this is obtained by others, the secret recipe is not called the secret recipe."

"Don't worry, the ancient books are gone!" Liu Xing replied perfunctorily, picking up his rice bowl and eating his meal.

"The ancient book is gone?" Liu Dageng asked in surprise.

For him, he didn't believe this.

Liu Xing had no choice but to say perfunctorily again: "It was stolen by Liu Hang three years ago to be torn up as a plane and thrown away. I wanted to find it and recover it and couldn't find it."

In fact, there are no ancient books, everything is fabricated by him.

"This prodigal son!" Liu Dageng got angry when he heard the words. He picked up the broom in the corner and prepared to settle the account with Liu Hang.

"Sit down and tear it off, okay? I don't want other people to worry about it. We can get a good night's sleep!" Zhu Meiling held Liu Dageng with a smile on her face.

"Yeah! Why didn't I think of this!" Liu Dageng scratched his head and suddenly realized that he was happy.

Only his son Liu Xing knew this secret recipe, and it stayed in Liu Xing's mind. That was the safest place. What else was he worried about.

Unless you really want to use the secret recipe to do something bad, as the wife said.