The boss did something wrong and did not dare to reply a word. He walked into his store with his head hanging down.
Shen Qingqing did not continue to argue with him. Judging from his depressed face and gray nose, it was obvious that he was about to lose money, and there was no need for her to take action.
She looked back at the four cubs and softened her expression, "Come down, it's okay."
The passers-by who were watching the excitement couldn't help it anymore. They came to the side of the oxcart and sniffed, asking Shen Qingqing: "What is in this little jar of yours? How does it smell?"
"Ingredients for making noodles, if you have nothing to do, you can wait in the store for a while. The new store is opening today and you will get a hundred bowls of noodles for free. Don't miss this opportunity!"
When everyone heard that there was free noodles, they immediately became energetic and followed Shen Qingqing into the store. Some people helped to unload the things from the oxcart.
Before the things were put away, the owner of the carpentry shop delivered a new plaque, with black lacquer and gold characters, and the four characters "Hundred Bowl Noodle House" were particularly eye-catching and dignified.
The literate person read the plaque according to the name: "Hundred Bowl Noodle House, boss, what is the meaning of this name?"
Shen Qingqing moved the ladder to hang the plaque, and replied with a smile: "We only sell a hundred bowls of noodles every day, and we will call it a day after all."
The people nearby were surprised when they heard this. Other stores were hoping that their business would be prosperous, but they were afraid that they would not make any money. How could there be a boss who pushed business to other places?
Someone deliberately found fault and raised his head and asked, "What if your noodle shop's business is not doing well and you don't even have a hundred customers a day?"
Shen Qingqing smiled confidently, "Do you have any? It's not too late to tell you after you try my noodles!"
Everyone was already drooling over the fragrance of the mysterious thing in the jar, but seeing Shen Qingqing so confident in her craftsmanship, their expectations were raised even higher, and they rushed to the store.
The eight tables were filled instantly.
Shen Qingqing nailed the plaque with a hammer, turned around and shouted into the store: "Auntie, the plaque is hung up, take out the firecrackers quickly!"
"Here we come!" He responded with a brisk voice, and walked out with a roll of firecrackers in his arms, shaking as he walked, and the smile on his face could not be suppressed.
Meng Qiyun followed her behind with an incense stick in his hand, while the other three were lying timidly by the door, only sticking their heads out to peek.
After dismantling the firecrackers, Mr. He turned around and asked Meng Qiyun for some incense sticks. "Give the incense to Auntie. You can hide at the door. Don't let it hit you."
"Okay." Meng Qiyun sighed regretfully and handed over the incense sticks. She used to order the firecrackers at home during the Chinese New Year, and her father even praised her for her awesomeness, but this was no longer the case with Grandma He.
He held the incense and lit the fuse. A puff of green smoke rose up, followed by the crackling sound of firecrackers.
The four boys covered their ears in unison, laughing so hard that their eyes turned into crescents. Their family was opening a noodle shop!
From now on they are the little bosses, how majestic they are!
Shen Qingqing stood by the ladder and waited for the sound of the firecrackers to end. Then she reached over the red paper on the ground and took He's arm. She said with a smile on her face, "Auntie, let's go in."
Mr. He smiled and nodded, "Let's go make some noodles!"
The family immediately got busy. Dabao helped set the bowls, Erbao helped light the fire, Third Bao was responsible for waiting for food, Fourth Bao was responsible for blowing rainbow farts, and Shen Qingqing and He Shi kneaded the dough.
In just one stick of incense, the first batch of noodles was cooked. He held a large colander in his hand and was responsible for scooping out the noodles, while Shen Qingqing held a small spoon in his hand and was responsible for pouring the mushroom oil.
The fragrance floated along the hot air to the front yard. The customers sitting around the store smelled the fragrant smell, and felt as if they were scratched by cat's paws, scratching their hearts and livers.
"It smells so good. The fried pork during the Chinese New Year doesn't even taste this good!"
"If my mother-in-law could make noodles with this flavor, I would be happy to wash her feet every day!"
"Second brother, just give up on this idea. Even if you drink foot-washing water every day, my sister-in-law's cooking skills will not get better!"
There was a burst of laughter in the store, and Shen Qingqing came out holding two bowls of noodles, "Here are the noodles. Remember to stir them evenly with chopsticks before eating. I wish everyone a happy meal!"
The customer who was the first to get the mushroom oil noodles stirred it twice with chopsticks, and the rich oil and water dispersed instantly. White noodles, golden oil and water, green vegetable leaves, and red crushed peppers. Look!
Not to mention how tempting it is.
The guest couldn't bear it any longer and took a big mouthful. As he swallowed, the others couldn't help but follow suit.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
The guest let out a long sigh of relief and said, "I don't think my mother-in-law will be able to make noodles with this flavor in her life."
After saying this, he picked up the bowl and sucked it wildly. In just two words, he finished the bowl of noodles.
The others looked at him eating like a hungry tiger, and their mouths drooled even more fiercely. Fortunately, Shen Qingqing acted quickly, and everyone got the noodles one after another.
The first customer to finish the meal suffered. The bowl of noodles was only enough to cover the bottom. The smell made him very greedy. He could only ask Shen Qingqing shamelessly: "Do you want to sell this noodle? Give it to me again."
Two bowls, no, four bowls, I will bring two more bowls for my mother-in-law to try."
"Sorry, we will only give away the food on the first day of opening. If you want to eat, you can come and line up tomorrow. It will be sold at noon every day. A bowl costs twenty cents. First come, first served."
Twenty cents for a bowl of noodles is relatively expensive compared to other restaurants, but it's not too outrageous. A slightly wealthier family can still afford to eat a bowl once in a while, and selling a hundred bowls a day is definitely not a problem.
When the customer heard that the price was indeed high, he smacked his lips and said, "Okay, I will come on time tomorrow."
Others quickly raised their hands, "I'm coming too, boss, you have to remember me!"
"After eating this bowl of noodles, it feels like you haven't eaten it yet. It's not enough to fill your teeth. I will order two more bowls tomorrow."
"..."
The first group of people finished eating the noodles and left the store reluctantly. There was no need for publicity, and the second group of people came in just in time for the excitement.
One hundred bowls of noodles were quickly snatched up, and those who arrived late could only watch and sip their saliva.
The owner of the grocery store next door looked at the lively scene in the Baiwan Noodle Shop and his eyes were red with jealousy. "I have lived for more than half my life and I have never seen the business of delivering food. What a stupid person without a brain!"
"Sooner or later, this damn girl will completely ruin the family's fortune, and then she will sell the store to me!"
He was squatting at the door and reciting vigorously, when his son's cry suddenly sounded in his ears: "Dad, please save your son!"
As soon as the boss looked up, he saw five or six big men with sticks in their hands rushing in. His precious son, who looked like eyeballs, was carried in the hands of the big men, his face covered with snot and tears.
The boss was horrified and even went to rescue his son distressedly, but was beaten to the ground by the big man with a wave of his arm.
The leading man yelled in a rough voice: "Your son broke the treasure in our store, how do you think we should compensate him?"
"What kind of treasure is it? How much money does it cost? I will pay for it. Let my son go!"
He has been doing business in the town for many years and still has some savings. Compensating for a hundred taels of silver is not a problem. This chapter has been completed!