Zhou Yan, who was more than a hundred kilometers away, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, ran outside the store, and looked at the sun for a while...
"A sneeze...A sneeze..."
After sneezing, Zhou Yan touched his still itchy nose and frowned slightly: "Who is scolding me behind my back?!"
"Stone, two times is for thinking, and one time is for scolding!" Zhou Yan's uncle Li Yulin smiled and took out a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and handed it to Zhou Yan, "Drink some water and take a rest!"
"Drinking is too luxurious!" Zhou Yan took the drink and put it back in the refrigerator, "Just boil water!"
After saying that, Zhou Yan took out his thermos cup from the kitchen, sat at the door, and stared blankly at the traffic coming and going on the road in front of the store...
Zhou Yan returned to Dongyang three days ago.
But after I got home, I really couldn't sit still. I was reading, running, and shooting Baji guns. I got tired of my father and mother who were engaged in breeding business, so they drove him to the city.
Uncle Li is here to help.
Zhou Yan was still a little happy that he could still see Yang Fan.
However, it is a pity that things did not go as planned. On the first day when he came to his uncle's shop to work, Zhou Yan heard the unfortunate news: most freshmen had reported to start military training before September 1st.
Yunzhong Industry, which Zhou Yan applied for, is an exception to the majority. When the school year started, the National Day holiday had already ended, and currently, the school's freshman dormitory building was still under intense construction.
So, Zhou Yan enjoyed the longest summer vacation in his life just like his previous life, which lasted four months from the time of college entrance examination to registration.
Dongyang, where Zhou Yan's family is located, is no better than Xinhai next door. It is also a coastal city and a port city, but Dongyang is several levels lower than Xinhai in terms of wage levels and price levels.
The salary level is low, and there is relatively little food to eat out. If Zhou Yan's cousin Li Jinling hadn't started school, Zhou Yan would basically be able to get involved every day.
My uncle Li Yulin's shop is about the same size as Zhou Ji Restaurant, but after all, there is no big Mac like the brothers' group nearby.
Fortunately, next door to the small restaurant is the community for the families of the Port Authority. The proportion of intellectuals is relatively high, and the average level of cooking skills in the entire community is also impressive. Therefore, the customer flow of the small shop can only be considered acceptable.
Even so, Zhou Yan and Li Yulin, who are in charge of cooking, do most of what they do every day, which is cutting and frying potato shreds...
"This won't work!"
Looking at the endless flow of cars and pedestrians in front of the door, Zhou Yan looked back at his uncle who was holding a purple clay teapot and happily drinking water from the spout of the teapot, and then at his aunt who was staying at the counter to settle accounts, and then sighed slightly.<
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"Uncle, my mother should have told you, right? I'm in Xinhai, selling steamed buns in the morning?"
"I heard," Li Yulin chuckled, "I heard from Third Sister that you can earn five to six hundred yuan in one morning!"
"Do you want to sell steamed buns?" Zhou Yan showed a sly smile on his face, "At that time, I was making noodles and making steamed buns by myself. Now there are three of us. Although prices in Dongyang are low, at least one person can do it in one morning.
Can you make six to seven hundred?"
"This..." Li Yulin was a little moved, and turned to look at his wife behind the counter who was also a little moved, "But my white-knuckle skills are a bit poor..."
"Leave the dough-making work to me, and I guarantee you will learn it in half a month!"
"Okay then..."
That night, Zhou Yan took out his own secret weapon from his bag: old noodles that he had raised in Xinhai for more than two months.
Steamed buns are easy to talk about. Many people think that as long as they can steam steamed buns, they can make steamed buns.
But in fact, the difficulty of steamed buns is more than one level higher than that of steamed buns, and it is even more difficult than dumplings, the master of concentrated meal art.
The real difficulty lies in how to ensure that the bun skin can still rise after adding watery fillings; how to ensure that the bun skin and fillings are cooked at the same time in the shortest time...
In addition to the artifact Lao Noodles, Zhou Yan also came up with something else: a fermentation characteristic line chart of Lao Noodles that digitized fermentation experience.
Just like Zhou Yan did in Xinhai, Li Yulin's shop soon gained a large number of customers as soon as the old bread came out.
After selling steamed buns for three days, Li Yulin and his wife did some calculations and discovered an ironic situation: in the past three days, half of the store's profits were contributed by breakfast.
Both of them also had the idea of just making steamed buns, but soon gave up: at noon and at night, they were idle, and lunch and dinner were not unprofitable.
Under the leadership of Zhou Yan's words and deeds, my uncle and aunt's steamed bun business is finally on the right track.
Taking advantage of this gap, Zhou Yan took the driver's license test. However, since he had to do it all over again, Zhou Yan did not take the C course, but relied on his "worker bee" driving experience to get the B course.
Of course, in addition to relying on ability, part of the reason why I was able to get a driver's license so quickly was by spending money.
The money came in quickly, and Li Yulin's back became stiffer. One day after breakfast, he suddenly pulled Zhou Yan back home and asked him to change clothes and dress more formally.
This confused Zhou Yan: What kind of medicine are these two elders selling in the gourd?
Ten minutes later, the mystery was revealed: my uncle and his wife took Zhou Yan to a nearby large home appliance supermarket. After entering, they went straight to the mobile phone section.
"Shitou, pick whatever movie you like!"
Zhou Yan couldn't help but smile: "When I went out, my dad said he would buy a mobile phone with me in a few days!"
"Your dad called me yesterday. The family is busy building a pig farm." Li Yulin smiled and said, "If you ask me to accompany you to buy it, I will treat it as salary for you!"
"Then I'm welcome!"
Zhou Yan smiled and approached the tile counter: "Is there a white 1110?"
Li Yulin was a little surprised when he heard Zhou Yan directly report the model number, but after seeing the black screen machine in the box, the smile on his face solidified: "Nephew, there is no need to save money for your uncle!"
Zhou Yan picked up the brick 1110 and looked at it, then looked back at his uncle who smiled a little reluctantly, and smiled: "This thing can only make a phone call or send a text message, that's enough!
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Li Yulin, who was in charge of paying, had not done anything yet, but the salesperson at the counter was not happy: "Handsome guy, you should be admitted to college, right? At least you have to buy one with a color screen. Not only can you send text messages, but you can also send MMS messages.
Penguin..."
"Stop it..." Zhou Yan turned around and gave the teller a polite smile, "Beauty, do you know how expensive the data traffic is now? It's five yuan and thirty megabits. Send MMS as you said, go to Penguin
, basically it will be used up in ten days. The traffic outside the package is one trillion, one thousand yuan, and posting a picture can cost hundreds of yuan..."
At the beginning, Zhou Yan had experienced the pain of "five yuan and thirty trillion": when it reaches 289 trillion, it can no longer be used. No matter how much the account balance is, if you accidentally use more than the data, it will basically be shut down due to arrears. Zhou Yan once read on the Internet that the reason why China Mobile has such a loss-making policy and has continued to grow continuously for ten years is because it wants to stop losses. The specific reason seems to be because of a large-scale project with Datang Telecom.
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I don’t have a good time, and I won’t let you have a good time either!
The young lady knew that Zhou Yan was not easy to fool, so she stopped talking.
"That's it, wrap it up!"
"Zhou Yan," at this moment, Zhou Yan's aunt suddenly stopped Zhou Yan, "Why don't you choose something more expensive!"
"Ji Zi," Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, "This thing in my hand is just for making calls and sending text messages. It doesn't need to be very good..."
For Zhou Yan, who came back from an era when smart phones were everywhere, the so-called large-screen color screen phones were not as good as the lowest-end elderly phones of that era. There was no difference whether they had some functions or not...