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Chapter 0155 Shura Field?

Zhou Yan worked hard for more than half an hour and had almost finished kneading the noodles. His uncle also arrived, yawning and putting on an apron.

Not far behind him was Xiao Luo and Luo Xiaosong, the shop's only remaining apprentices and fellow villagers who were related to Zhou Yan's concubine.

"Stone, are you here so early?"

"Could it be sooner?" Zhou Yan rolled his eyes resentfully, "Baozi has become a major profit maker in the store, otherwise you wouldn't have let me stay without even half a push!"

Li Yulin could only smile to cover up the embarrassment of being exposed.

Kneading and kneading the dough only requires effort and has no technical content, but making buns requires more fingers.

Originally, Luo Xiaosong, who could help with kneading dough, could only roll out the dough while making buns, watching his master and his nephew eagerly, wrapping a bun in a few seconds with his fingers flying.

"Shitou, I heard from your mother that you made a lot of money last year with several inventions?" After making a bun, Li Yulin gently placed it on the steamer and looked back at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Then

Can you invent a machine that can automatically make buns?"

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" This was the first time Li Yulin saw his eldest nephew showing such an expression, and he was a little surprised.

"The machine is quite simple, but..." Zhou Yan smiled, "The buns that come out are all the same as birds, and it makes me panic when I look at them."

"If it doesn't look good, it doesn't look good," Li Yulin smiled nonchalantly, "Anyway, most people only eat steamed buns to fill their stomachs. How can they be so particular?"

"Okay, I'll start in the morning!"

More than ten steamed buns are put on the steamer, and the porridge and soy milk in the kitchen are almost ready.

At half past six in the morning, the shop opened on time.

Compared to the crowded lunch and evening hours, breakfast time is undoubtedly more enjoyable. The first wave of customers are all regular customers of the store, and they usually finish eating and then take some away.

At around seven o'clock, the customer flow reached its peak. About ten tables in the store were already occupied, and the road outside the store was also filled with folding tables.

At half past seven, the number of customers in the store began to decrease.

Zhou Yan, who had finished wrapping all the dough, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, washed his hands, and left the kitchen.

When I walked behind the counter, I was about to sit down, but before my butt could sit firmly, a thermos bucket suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Brother, grandma specially prepared this for you!"

"Chicken soup in the morning?" With Zhou Yan's nose that is comparable to a police dog, he knows that the thermos bucket contains chicken soup without opening the lid, "Xiao Ling, you better drink it!"

Li Jinling's face suddenly showed a trace of panic: "I've already drank, you should do it!"

With that said, Li Jinling unscrewed the lid...

"Wait a minute," Zhou Yan glanced at his uncle who was guarding the steamer at the door, "Let's leave it to him, I'll go and replace him..."

When he was busy until eight o'clock, Zhou Yan was replaced by his uncle again and returned to the kitchen to enjoy breakfast.

However, Zhou Yan's buttocks had not yet warmed up, and the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. It was a text message from Qin Ruoshu: [Old Zhou, are there any steamed buns in the store?]

【There are many more!】

After sending the text message, Zhou Yan speeded up temporarily, returned to his "work station" after eating, and stared at the steamer.

However, to Zhou Yan's expectation, Qin Ruoshu hadn't arrived yet, but Yang Fan arrived first.

"Boss, how many more buns are there?"

Zhou Yan's uncle Li Yulin and Yang Fan's parents were acquaintances. He opened the steamer and took a look: "There are about a dozen more!"

"Take it all!"

As soon as the person here finished speaking, Qin Ruoshu was running towards Zhou Yan excitedly not far away...

Ruined!

Zhou Yan covered his forehead.

When Qin Ruoshu came closer, uncle Zhou Yan had already started to put the buns into the plastic bag.

"Um, classmate Qin, I'm sorry, all the buns were rounded by this guy!"

"Ah?" Qin Ruoshu looked at Zhou Yan with a smile and annoyance, "What should we do?"

Yang Fan on the side obviously didn't know that there was an acting competition between the two. He looked at Li Yulin who was picking up buns and said: "Boss, how about I take a few less?"

Li Yulin was a little confused. He looked back at Zhou Yan and then at Qin Ruoshu.

"Thank you, classmate Yang Fan," Qin Ruoshu stared at Zhou Yan with a smile, "There should be other breakfast options in the store, right?"

Yang Fan was confused: Doesn’t the breakfast in the shop only have soy milk, porridge and steamed buns?

"You can have this!" Zhou Yan looked at his uncle with a flattering smile on his face, "Boss, can I open another fire?"

"sure!"

At this time, even though Yang Fan was a little slow, he realized it and secretly spat in his heart: Those dog men and women spreading dog food everywhere!

"Sister Qin, why are you here!?"

When Li Jinling saw Qin Ruoshu, she felt as if she were meeting her own sister, holding her arms and not letting go.

"Suddenly I wanted to eat steamed buns. I asked someone and he said yes, so I came over. As a result, the last few buns were all made by the beautiful woman at the door..."

Qin Ruoshu showed his sharpness, although he only used "beating cattle across the mountain". Although he didn't say it explicitly, he was actually secretly mocking Zhou Yan for turning his elbows outward.

"Sister Qin," Li Jinling, who had just taken advantage of Zhou Yan, naturally had to put in a good word for her cousin. She walked up to him with a smile and said in a low voice, "You are one of our own. Whatever you want to eat, just tell your cousin."

Already..."

As she said that, Li Jinling turned around and looked at Zhou Yan in a commanding manner: "Cousin, here's your chance to show off your cooking skills!"

"Boy, what do you want to eat?"

Li Jinling and Qin Ruoshu were both asked: What are you eating?

After all, it was Li Jinling who responded quickly: "Brother, a stall making hand cakes has recently popped up near our school. Can you make hand cakes?"

Zhou Yan glanced at his little cousin: "Didn't you just have breakfast?"

"Not full, but hungry again!" Li Jinling looked at Qin Ruoshu with a smile, waiting for her response.

"Then let's grab the cake!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Yan ran to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to see the remaining noodles from yesterday.

There is cake.

There is no shortage of lettuce, grilled sausages, and sauces, so you can get started.

Mix the dough with eggs, plate it up like a layer cake, roll it into a thin crust, fry it in a pan, put lettuce and ham on it, brush it with sauce, roll it up...

In less than ten minutes, Zhou Yan cooked six or seven dishes, put them on plates and took them out of the kitchen.

"good!"

This is Miss Li’s evaluation after taking the first bite.

This person's next comment made Zhou Yan feel a little upset: "It's not as delicious as the one at our school! The sauce is a bit sweet..."

"Right, Sister Qin?"

Li Jinling raised her head and found Qin Ruoshu beside her, with happiness written all over her face.

“It’s okay! It’s sweet and salty!”

Li Jinling almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "My cousin made it according to your taste?!"

Qin Ruoshu felt a little guilty after having a wasted breakfast, and planned to help clean up in the store, but as soon as she picked up the rag, Li Jinling snatched it away.

"Sister Qin, just sit down and let your cousin do the rough work!"

Zhou Yan's heart was broken, and he stared at his little cousin with grievances in his eyes...

After watching Zhou Yan clean up and eat a meal for more than an hour, Miss Qin was called home by my mother.

After Zhou Yan went back to his residence to get his notebook, he continued to stay in the store and immersed himself in designing the bun machine.

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