Sister Zhu was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"You'll know later." Lin Yue put the plastic jar aside, walked to the corner of the room, opened the lid of the steamer, and found almost two bowls of rice inside.

Sister Zhu's restaurant specializes in steamed buns and wontons in the morning. It mainly sells pasta. However, every time Zhu Xiaobei comes here, Sister Zhu will steam rice for her and stir-fry two side dishes.

Lin Yue put the rice into a bowl, turned on the gas stove next to it, and heated oil in the wok.

"I'll let you try my craft today."

Sister Zhu stopped kneading the dough, took a breath and said, "Xiao Zhang, can you still cook?"

"Well, when I was in high school, my mother was busy with work and couldn't take care of me, so I would cook by myself every day."

Feeling that the oil was almost warm, Lin Yue cracked two eggs, stirred them in a bowl for a while and then poured them into the pot. After the eggs were formed, turn off the heat, crush them with a shovel, and put them on a plate for later use.

Heat the oil again, add the minced meat and the ingredients in the plastic pot and stir-fry over high heat. When the heat is almost done, pour in the steamed rice. When you smell the aroma, put the scrambled eggs and salt into the pot and wait for a while. Stir well and turn off the heat.

pot.

Two large bowls were filled with rice and vegetables, and Lin Yue brought them to the dining table in front of him.

Sister Zhu came out of the back room after washing her hands. Her nose felt a little sore when she looked at the fried rice on the dining table.

Seeing him standing there motionless, Lin Yue looked puzzled: "What's wrong? It's not to your liking?"

Zhu Xiaobei was a face-conscious person and never told Zheng Wei, Ruan Guan and the others about her sister opening a restaurant nearby. When she came to help, she used work-study as an excuse, and asked him and Xu Kaiyang to help hide it, saying that she didn't want the dormitory and class.

The people there sympathized with her.

At first, Lin Yue couldn't understand what was so shameful about opening a small restaurant. After all, the average monthly income was higher than that of ordinary salary earners. Later, he understood after hearing Sister Zhu talk about her previous experience. Their father was in Zhu Xiaobei.

She died unexpectedly when she was in the third grade of junior high school. Two years later, her mother suffered a heart attack and passed away because she was not rushed to the hospital in time. From then on, the two sisters depended on each other.

At that time, Zhu Xiaobei's grades were among the best in school. In order for her to have a good life in the future, Sister Zhu decided to work hard to earn money for her to finish college and then consider getting married.

During her two years of high school, she worked in other people's restaurants. After Zhu Xiaobei lived up to expectations and was admitted to Beijing Nanjing University of Technology, she followed him to the provincial capital and ran this small restaurant by herself.

Zhu Xiaobei didn't want people to sympathize with her misfortune, not her poverty, so Lin Yue would bring people over for dinner every now and then, and do some things within his power, such as unloading flour bags, stoves, etc.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I haven't eaten food cooked by others since my parents died." Sister Zhu shook her head, pulled up the chair next to her and sat down, picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the rice in her mouth: "The taste

really not bad."

These are not polite words, everything she said is true.

The fried rice in the bowl has a sweet and sour taste, the salty taste of meat and eggs, and the aroma of rice.

"Xiao Zhang, thank you for giving me the gift."

Lin Yue waved his hand: "This is not the gift."

He put the plastic jar in the middle of the table: "Here are the pickled sour cowpeas that my mother asked me to pickle when I returned home during the National Day. Didn't you always say that there are too many restaurants around, and the rent in the provincial capital is high, and the money you make in a month does not include the storefronts.

Don’t you have much left over from rent, water and electricity bills? Xiaobei should have told you that last year I set up a stall at the Matai Street Night Market for several months. I think setting up a food stall there will make less money than a steamed bun shop.

, and it’s relatively easy.”

"Of course, the most important thing when going to a night market is to be unique." Lin Yue said: "People in the provincial capital are not like people over there, they taste sweeter, and sour cowpea fried rice is paired with sausage, ham, minced meat, fat sausage, green vegetables and the like.

The self-selected dishes are in line with the tastes of people in provincial cities, and the sour and refreshing cowpeas are also appetizing. Once launched, they will definitely become a hit."

Sister Zhu's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and the rice grains fell one by one.

Lin Yue took out 3,000 yuan from his bag and pushed it over: "If the business is good, I will get 20% of the shares. If the business is not good, all losses will be mine."

"No, no, how can this be possible? You have already helped me and Xiaobei a lot." Sister Zhu pushed it back without thinking: "I know you made some money selling CDs last year, but you can't waste it like this."

Lin Yue sighed and opened the zipper of his backpack. There was almost 2,500 yuan in it: "This winter vacation, I hired two poor students from the dormitory next door to help sell DVDs at the electronic market. This is their salary for more than a month. Sister Zhu, I'm doing this

When it comes to business, do you think I'm the kind of person who takes action as soon as my brain heats up?"

"..." Sister Zhu stopped talking. She heard Zhu Xiaobei talk about him more than once, saying that he was good at studying, had a good personality, was good at basketball, and was good at business. In short, he was full of advantages and was not like a second-rater at all.

He looks like a college student in his early teens.

Lin Yue pushed the money back: "Take it, or I won't come again."

These words of three parts threat and seven parts advice finally convinced her, and she took the money with her hands trembling slightly.

Lin Yue said: "Eat quickly, otherwise you will get cold."

Sister Zhu gathered her emotions, picked up the bowl and put it in her mouth.

Lin Yue finished the rice in his bowl and went to the other side to pour a glass of boiling water for himself and her.

"Xiao Zhang."

"Um?"

"I found that Xiaobei seemed to be a different person."

"What's the meaning?"

"She didn't get a haircut during the winter vacation this year. I remember when she was in her second year of high school, I asked her why she cut her hair like a tomboy. She said that in order to make money for her to go to school, she didn't have to get married, and she didn't have to fall in love.

Study hard and find a good job in the future. When the time comes, it will be her who will support me. Do you think...does she have someone she likes?"

Did Zhu Xiaobei really grow his hair? It seems that his words are still very effective.

Of course, Lin Yue couldn't say that he asked Zhu Xiaobei to grow his hair long.

"I'll talk to her when I have time."

"Then don't say I want to know, I'm afraid she will be stressed."

"I know what to do."

Then the two of them spoke a few more words, and seeing the sky getting darker, Lin Yue stood up and left.

…

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Lin Yue returned to the dormitory.

Chen Xiao was sitting on the desk by the window reading a book. Skinny Hou'er was worrying about accidentally overwriting Xu Kaiyang's game save. He felt that Mr. Xu would definitely strangle him to death, because as a road idiot, Mr. Xu finally finished his journey.

He reached the bottom level of the maze of the Demon Suppression Tower, and then watched helplessly as the willful and unruly Lin Yueru he liked was smashed to death by a huge boulder.

Mr. Xu's sky collapsed. He ran out in the evening and never came back.

Lin Yue ignored the thin monkey, pulled up a chair and sat down next to the fat guy, and murmured at Chen Xiaozheng's back: "What's going on?"

Getting into the mood on the first day of school and studying hard, even if he is Chen Xiaozheng, is a bit unacceptable.

Xiaopang glanced at him: "It's not because of you."
Chapter completed!