yournovel Chapter 115 To make iron, you need to be tough yourself
Chapter 115 To make iron, you need to be tough yourself
Chapter 115 To make iron, you need to be tough yourself
Old Feng kept busy with his hands: "Her stomach hurts a little."
"Oh." Aunt nodded.
Soon after, the fried skewers she ordered were ready.
Old Feng neatly arranged them on a stainless steel plate, brushed them with special chili oil, grabbed a handful in his hand, and put them into a long, cylindrical paper bowl.
My aunt was taking money out of her pocket.
Yu Huan hurriedly stepped forward to take the fried skewers that Lao Feng handed over.
Old Feng looked at his aunt and said, "Forget it! Why should I pay for such a small thing?"
"I can't let you lose money." His aunt pulled out a twenty-yuan bill and forced it on him.
Old Feng blocked him left and right but wouldn't let go.
The table was completely full, and there was no space to throw money. I couldn't just leave it on the floor, could I?
Old Feng is very busy these days, and pushing and shoving him for too long would only disturb his business.
Seeing this, the aunt could only stuff it back into her pocket: "Old Feng, thank you very much."
"Don't mention it." Old Feng waved his hand and lowered his head to fry skewers.
Aunt led Yu Huan out of the store, one after the other, and turned back to ask him, "Do you want some sausage?"
Hear the words.
Yu Huan looked into the distance at the increasingly dense crowd at the Pumpkin Mountain sausage snack stall and hurriedly shook her head: "That's enough, that's enough, we won't be able to finish eating it all."
He followed behind his aunt.
I glanced at her neatly tied ponytail, which looked very capable.
The two were on their way back.
The aroma of the fried skewers wafted into my nose.
Yu Huan felt a sudden urge to eat and couldn't wait to pick up a skewer of fried potatoes.
This is a flour-based fried snack. Potato slices are coated with a special flour and fried until the outer shell is crispy and the inside is soft and chewy. It not only retains moisture but also adds a crispy outer shell.
The true joy of carbohydrates.
After walking a little over a hundred meters to her aunt's stall, Yu Huan had already eaten two skewers of potatoes and one skewer of pork tenderloin, showing how ravenously she devoured them.
There were four or five people queuing in front of the stall.
Aunt quickened her pace.
Seeing this, Yu Huan didn't go in with her aunt, so as not to make the three of them squeeze in and make it difficult for them to move around.
I stood on the roadside and slowly finished off three skewers of potatoes and three skewers of pork tenderloin.
The rest was left to my uncle.
My aunt never eats these fried foods.
After they had finished their work and seen off the last customer, Yu Huan strolled in.
Uncle grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, then took the fried skewers Yu Huan handed him, saying, "There's so much, I'm not hungry right now, I can't finish it."
"Don't pretend you have a small appetite, there's still food you can't finish."
My aunt was bending over wiping the glass counter. Some of the sauce had spilled when she was scooping out cold dishes.
Her uncle didn't argue with her. He leaned against the counter, picked up a skewer of fried potatoes, tilted his head, and tore the whole skewer down in a few bites.
Yu Huan sat on the high stool and wiped her mouth with a tissue: "How is Sister Li doing in Pengcheng now?"
"He works as an accountant in the factory and rarely contacts me or your aunt. He usually only calls back every two weeks." The uncle said this with a hint of resentment in his voice.
Take a big bite of the pork tenderloin, then gently pull along the bamboo skewer. The large piece of tenderloin will detach from the skewer and slide into your mouth.
He chewed slowly.
He casually tossed the skewer into the trash can.
Then he turned slightly, picked up the lard-mixed rice noodles from the worktable next to him, and handed them to Yu Huan: "Eat the noodles first, they won't taste good if they get cold."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle!"
Yu Huan accepted it with both hands.
He then leaned out and pulled a pair of disposable chopsticks from a plastic bag hanging on the counter.
"Would you like some dried tofu?" Auntie asked, leaning against the counter and turning around.
"No, I don't even know if I can finish this bowl of noodles," Yu Huan hurriedly shook her head.
My uncle was worried that he wouldn't have enough to eat.
This bowl of noodles was pressed very tightly, and it was piled high with finely chopped minced meat.
He was engrossed in making rice noodles when two customers suddenly appeared in front of his stall.
"Handsome guy and beautiful girl, what would you like to eat?" Auntie greeted them.
"Brother Yu!"
A surprised female voice entered my ears.
Yu Huan recognized the name and looked up. One of them, dressed in a small suit, turned out to be Zheng Yu.
The young people traveling with me.
With his parted hair and wool coat, he also looked refined and cultured.
The key point is that the two are holding hands.
Yu Huan swallowed the powder in her mouth in one gulp and said with a smile, "Zheng Yu, what a coincidence."
Despite breaking up with her first love after many years, she had a good attitude, moved on quickly, and found another boyfriend.
Auntie glanced back and forth, then asked Yu Huan curiously, "Huanhuan, who are these two...?"
Yu Huan laughed and said, "This beautiful woman is my colleague."
The young man looked left and right, his expression hesitant, but still greeted Yu Huan: "Hello, Director Yu."
Upon hearing this address, Yu Huan carefully examined the young man's face. She seemed to vaguely recognize him; her eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows raised gently, and she recalled, "You..."
“It’s still my boyfriend! But he’s working hard every day now, selling furniture at Red Star Macalline.” Zheng Yu paused, then added, “His older sister owns the shop.”
The young man's mental state is truly like that of a completely different person.
Yu Huan smiled brightly: "Alright, a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold!"
The former blond-haired man, now a young man, scratched his head sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Director Yu, there was a misunderstanding at the time, I offended you."
When Yu Huan called out "Director Yu," the young man, who wasn't part of the system, didn't bother to say anything more to him.
"Sigh, enough of that." Yu Huan took a bite of pork lard noodles and said while chewing, "This is my aunt's shop, and I should thank you for your patronage."
Zheng Yu said with a smile, "It was just a coincidence. I only found you sitting inside when I got to the store."
Yu Huan waved his hand.
Seeing that he was huddled in the small stall, very down-to-earth, and focused on eating, Zheng Yu decided not to chat with him any further.
"Auntie, two servings of rice noodles with lard, please." Looking down at the glass counter, she pointed and said, "Two servings of perilla, peach and ginger, a pound of dried bean curd, and a little of each of these cold dishes."
Auntie beamed, "There's so much, can the two of you finish it?"
"I'll take it home and eat it slowly!" Zheng Yu raised her voice unintentionally.
"Handsome guy, beautiful lady, do you want your rice noodles spicy?" My uncle put the rice noodles into the pot.
Zheng Yu quickly said, "Uncle, mild spicy is fine!"
Yu Huan calmly shoveled the last few noodles into his mouth, and after finishing, he let out a soft burp, a satisfied expression on his face.
He then threw the disposable paper bowl into the trash can.
My aunt and uncle were busy.
The young man hesitated for a moment, then let go of Zheng Yu and took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.
Just as he was about to step over the counter to offer Yu Huan a cigarette, Zheng Yu grabbed him, saying, "Brother Yu doesn't smoke."
"Oh." The young man hurriedly stuffed the cigarettes back into his pocket, swallowed hard, and said to Yu Huan, "Then, Director Yu, what would you like to drink? It's on me!"
The drinks available on this street are varied.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan did not respond immediately, but suddenly stood up and walked to her aunt's side.
He bent down and squatted down, almost disappearing under the counter, with only the tip of his head sticking out.
Zheng Yu was completely confused and didn't understand what was going on.
However, Yu Huan's actions the next moment made her realize something.
Yu Huan raised her hand high, holding a can of cola, and placed it steadily on the counter.
Then, one can after another, a total of three cans of Coke, were arranged neatly.
After Yu Huan stood up, her face beaming with a warm smile, she said, "Since you've been so supportive of my aunt's business, I'll take the liberty of buying you both some Cokes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yu and the young man expressed their gratitude in unison:
"Thank you, Director Yu!"
"Thank you, Brother Yu!"
Yu Huan smiled and shook his head slightly, jokingly saying, "It's a small matter, nothing to mention."
He picked up a can of Coke, gently pulled the tab, and with a soft "hiss," a few bubbles appeared. He lowered his head slightly, took a sip, and smacked his lips.
One word: cool!
While her aunt was busy at work, she watched this scene with a smile in her eyes.
Although the two young men seemed to be trying to curry favor with their nephew, they only took a little of each cold dish when picking them up.
Everything was packed up.
My aunt smiled, gathered the handles of several plastic bags together, picked them up, and handed them to the young man at the counter: "Handsome guy, beautiful lady, come back for more if you like it!"
“I’ve been here several times already! I love the dried tofu at Auntie’s shop the most!” Zheng Yu turned to look at Yu Huan, who was sitting on a high stool sipping cola, and then said, “Brother Yu, we’ll be going now.”
"Goodbye, Director Yu!" the young man hurriedly replied.
"Alright." Yu Huan stood up and said politely, "Take care, both of you."
As the uncle watched their figures recede into the distance, a flood of doubts welled up in his heart.
He couldn't help but ask Yu Huan, "How did you become a director?"
His tone carried a hint of surprise and confusion.
Yu Huan turned around and faced his uncle's question with a calm and nonchalant expression.
He explained, "Uncle, this is a special position, not a full-time one. To be precise, I'm the acting deputy director, a far cry from being the director. I'm in charge of about ten people, and I just happen to be this girl's superior."
"Oh." Uncle nodded.
I vaguely understood it, but I didn't really get it.
Suddenly, my uncle's eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "Wow! You're already a manager right after graduation?"
No wonder I felt that these two young people, especially the man, were subtly trying to curry favor with Yu Huan.
"Little manager, little manager." Yu Huan smiled slightly at her uncle's surprised expression.
He thought for a moment, then tried to speak in a way they could understand: "Uncle and Aunt, if there were a platform, like a furniture mall such as Red Star Macalline, where snack shops were clustered together, creating a clustering effect, attracting more customers, and even forming a commercial district, we could attract established snack shops like yours with a certain reputation..."
Yu Huan took a sip of her cola and then asked, "Would you be interested in franchising, opening branches, and growing the market together?"
“If there’s an opportunity to make money and you have the manpower, of course you can franchise and open a branch.” After thinking for a moment, my uncle continued, “The premise is that they have to be reliable and not just a shady business.”
"Carrying a basket" is a dialect term from Hunan and Hubei.
The middleman who "gets something for nothing" is figuratively called a "basket carrier".
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan nodded.
He secretly thought that one must be strong to succeed.
First, the lobster restaurant must open next year, and it must be a big deal.
(End of this chapter)