Rebirth Craftsman

"Then you eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold!" Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that if nothing happened, Li Dawei's old lady was definitely not an ordinary person.

That's right, the secret recipe for his soup base was indeed secretly learned from Yan's house. It was only a matter of decades later, and Li Dawei's old lady could see it at a glance, which shows how extraordinary her knowledge is.

Fortunately, Mrs. Li Dawei didn't ask the roots, otherwise things would really be troublesome.

Because at this time, Yan's family has not yet come out to cook the soup base for breakfast, but they have hidden the secret recipe of the soup base as a treasure. Where can ordinary people pry into the mystery.

He is not afraid of Yan's family, he is afraid that he can't explain it clearly!

After all, he is only fourteen years old now, and several people will believe what he says.

My wife Li Dawei eats rice noodles very quickly, and she eats them cleanly without two strokes. Obviously she is hungry here.

Liu Xing saw Li Dawei's saliva flowing from the side, and the same with his parents and siblings. At the moment, he rolled up his sleeves and became a cook. He stood by the barrel and started to get busy.

After a while, a few bowls of steaming and fragrant rice noodles came out. Little peanuts are a foodie. Although they were not as high as the table at the gate, they were the first to put their heels and smile and take the rice noodles away. .

Liu Xing looked distressed, and hurriedly helped him to the small peanut special bench: "You slow down, don't cry when it gets hot!"

"Yeah!" Xiao Peanut made a grimace at Liu Xing, picked up the chopsticks and began to suck and eat. She had forgotten safely. She had eaten five buns before, and this time her stomach was round and round.

Liu Xing turned around and was about to continue to order some bowls of rice noodles, but found that Li Dawei was helping him wearing an apron. The villagers who passed by and smelled the scent thought that the breakfast shop had opened, and they all surrounded them.

"Xiao Liu, how much do you sell for a bowl of rice noodles!" Li Dawei asked casually while skillfully cutting the green onions on the chopping board.

"One dollar for a bowl!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

In fact, in 1993, the price was a bit high.

Because the meat-filled wonton is only 80 cents a bowl!

But the strange thing is that none of the villagers onlookers were too expensive. Instead, one by one urged Li Dawei to hurry up, drooling while looking at the rice noodles in the Jiu Ji.

Liu Xing saw this scene at the door with a bitter smile.

He hasn't opened this yet!So anxious to eat rice noodles?

Seeing that Li Dawei was busy alone, he rushed to help, while his mother Zhu Meiling was on the sidelines to help collect the money.

In a short while, a small bundle of rice noodles was sold out, and Zhu Meiling had more than 100 yuan in her hand.

Seeing that villagers came to eat rice noodles one after another, Liu Xing immediately soaked all the rice noodles on the rear rack of Wang Houfu's motorcycle. Anyway, the breakfast shop will open tomorrow, so he is not afraid of soaking.

But it is morning, just after six o’clock, and not many people wake up to eat breakfast. After a while, there is no one left. Liu Xing didn’t care at all. Instead, Li Dawei, who took his family and helped Li Dawei, started eating. Made rice noodles.

Just take a sip, don't say it tastes really good.

It just seems that something is missing for Liu Xing.

Only then did he remember that some side dishes were not useful.

Now he quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks, ran to the kitchen and put the pickled radishes, capers and other side dishes bought yesterday on the chopping board.

Li Dawei looked at his eyes and said, "Okay, Xiao Liu, I don't see that you are still an authentic foodie. This rice noodle with capers is a must!"

"Haha..." Liu Xing didn't answer Li Dawei's words, but continued to eat rice noodles.

The side dishes such as tamarind beans and pickled radishes look cheap, but they are very refreshing to eat with rice noodles. After drinking a mouthful of the secret soup, the taste is not too good.

He believes that as long as the rice noodles and the soup base are not faked, it will be difficult to think about business in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is this soup base. As long as the fire is kept on fire day and night and the fragrance spreads all over the world, people from other provinces will come to his breakfast shop to eat rice noodles.

Li Dawei on the side finished eating the rice noodles. He looked around and said, "No! Your breakfast shop is about to open soon. I'm afraid that these few people are not enough."

"Oh, my aunt hasn't come yet! She is in charge of the cash register. As for the cook who puts the rice noodles and the staff who cleans the dishes, I am going to write a recruitment notice next time, and I am recruiting two people!" Liu Xingjiang thought. The idea came out.

This was planned by him last night. After all, he is now in charge of the bamboo products workshop and the breakfast shop. It is impossible to do everything by himself, so he must hire someone to do things.

Only by asking people to do things can you make money.

"Who are you recruiting! Do you think there is a ready-made one in front of you?" Li Dawei suddenly stood up and pointed to himself: "I am a cook who has been working since the age of fifteen. Even though the small food stalls are sold, the two helpers are always out of work. As long as you have a word, I can ask them to come and help now."

For Liu Xing, he believed it, and now that the small food stalls were gone, he had to find a job to support his family, so he offered himself.

"No...Isn't your small food stall well sold?" Liu Xing asked in surprise.

The small food stall is the guy Li Dawei eats. How to become the big boss of the catering industry after this is sold is very different from the boss Li in his impression.

"I don't have money to treat my mother, can I not sell it?" Li Dawei replied depressed.

"So it's like this!" Liu Xing smiled: "Let's do it! Brother Li, take your mother back first. As for working in the breakfast shop, I think you have to think about it, because my salary is not as small as your previous salary. Gears."

"One hundred yuan a month, right?" Li Dawei asked repeatedly.

"This...there is!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

One hundred yuan a day is more than three yuan a day, which is equivalent to hiring an ordinary craftsman, which is really cheap for Li Dawei.

"That’s not enough. I’ll take my mother home first, and then I’m calling two people to help. As for the wages, they used to be 60 yuan a month with me. It’s good for you to start a business. You can afford it too!" Li Dawei asked with a smile.

There is no way, or else the wages should be clearly stated in advance, because he is afraid that it will be unclear at that time, after all, everyone will eat.

"Okay! Okay!" Liu Xing liked someone like Li Dawei who spoke plainly, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll go first!" Li Dawei walked to the old mother's side and walked towards home with his back on his back.

Liu Xing watched him leave, and now he became busy again.

There is no way. As time goes by, there are more and more pedestrians on the roads of the market. If you are not ready then, I am afraid that you will be scolded by eating rice noodles.

what!

wrong!

Liu Xing just remembered, it seems that the breakfast shop hasn't opened yet!

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