"Then you eat it quickly, it will be not delicious if it is cold!" Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He knew that if nothing unexpected happened, Li Dawei's mother would definitely not be an ordinary person.

That's right, the secret recipe for making soup base was indeed learned secretly from the Yan family, but what happened decades later was happening at that time, and Li Dawei's mother could tell at a glance that she could see how extraordinary her knowledge was.

Fortunately, Li Dawei's mother didn't follow the roots and asked to the end, otherwise things would be really troublesome.

Because although the Yan family had not yet come out to make soup bases for breakfast, they had already hidden the secret recipe for soup bases as treasures, so how could ordinary people find out the secret?

He is not afraid of the Yan family, but he is afraid that right and wrong will not be explained clearly!

After all, he is only fourteen years old now, and how many people will believe what he says.

Li Dawei's mother ate rice noodles very quickly and ate them clean in just a few beats. It was obvious that she was hungry.

Liu Xing saw Li Dawei drooling, and the same was true for his parents and siblings. He rolled up his sleeves and became a chef, guarding the big wooden barrel and began to get busy.

After a while, a few bowls of steaming and fragrant rice noodles came out. The little peanut was a foodie. Although the person was not yet high at the dining table at the gate, he was the first to raise his heels and smile and bring the rice noodles away.

Liu Xing felt distressed when he looked at it, and quickly helped him to bring it to the small stool dedicated to peanuts: "Slow down, don't cry when it gets hot!"

"Yes!" Little peanut grimaced at Liu Xing, picked up the chopsticks and started to suck it. She had forgotten safely. She had eaten five buns before, but this time her belly had already been round and round.

Liu Xing turned around and was about to continue to add a few bowls of rice noodles, but he found that Li Dawei was helping him with an apron. It turned out that the villagers who passed by and smelled the fragrance thought that the breakfast shop was open, and they all gathered around.

"Xiao Liu, how much does this rice noodles cost per bowl?" Li Dawei asked casually while skillfully cutting the onion on the chopping board.

"One dollar per bowl!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

In fact, in 1993, the price was a bit high.

Because the meat-filled wontons cost only 80 cents a bowl!

But strangely, none of the onlookers thought it was expensive, but instead urged Li Dawei to hurry up and drool as he watched the rice noodles in the scooping basket.

Liu Xing couldn't smile bitterly when he saw this scene at the door.

He hasn't opened yet! He is just anxious to eat rice noodles?

Seeing that Li Dawei was not able to win alone, he hurried over to help, while his mother Zhu Meiling was helping to collect the money.

In a short while, a small bundle of rice noodles was sold out, and Zhu Meiling had more than 100 yuan in her hands.

Seeing that there were still villagers coming to eat rice noodles, Liu Xing quickly soaked all the rice noodles on the back rack of Wang Houfu's motorcycle. Anyway, the breakfast shop will open tomorrow, so I don't have to worry about the soaking.

But it was morning, just after six o'clock, and not many people got up to have breakfast. After working hard for a while, no one was left. Liu Xing didn't care at all, but took his family and Li Dawei, who helped, to eat rice noodles.

This sucks on, don't say it tastes really good.

But it seems that something is missing for Liu Xing.

Only then did he remember that some side dishes were not used.

He quickly put down the dishes and went to the kitchen to put the pickled radish, sour beans and other side dishes he had bought yesterday on the chopping board.

Li Dawei looked at him and said, "Okay, Xiao Liu, I can't tell that you are still an authentic foodie. This rice noodles with sour beans are awesome!"

"Haha..." Liu Xing did not accept Li Dawei's words, but continued to suck rice noodles.

These sour beans, pickled radish and other side dishes look cheap, but they are very refreshing to eat with rice noodles. After drinking a sip of the secret soup base, the taste is simply too good.

He believed that as long as the ingredients of rice noodles and soup base are not fake, it would be difficult for future business to be difficult.

Of course, the most important thing is the soup base. As long as the fire continues day and night, and the fragrance spreads for hundreds of miles, I am afraid that people from other provinces will come to his breakfast shop to eat rice noodles.

Li Dawei, who was standing beside him, finished eating rice noodles, and he looked around and said, "No! Your breakfast shop is about to open, and only these few people are afraid that they are not enough."

"Oh, my aunt hasn't come yet! She is in charge of cashiers. As for the chef who has rice noodles and the staff who clean up the dishes, I'm going to write a recruitment notice later and recruit two people to come in!" Liu Xing said what he thought in his heart.

This was planned last night. After all, he is now in charge of the bamboo products workshop and breakfast shop. It is impossible for him to do everything by himself, so he must hire someone to do it.

Only by hiring someone to do things can you make money.

"Who are you recruiting? You see, there is a ready-made one in front of you?" Li Dawei suddenly stood up and pointed at himself: "I am a chef who has worked as a fifteen-year-old, and I am definitely very good at using rice noodles. As for the ones who started, although my previous small stalls were sold, the two helpers were always unemployed. As long as you say a word, I can ask them to come and help now."

He believed Liu Xing, and now that the small food stalls are gone, he has to find a job to support his family, so he recommended himself.

"No... why are you selling your small food stall?" Liu Xing asked in surprise.

The food stall is the guy Li Dawei is eating. How can he become a big boss in the catering industry after he sells it? This is very different from the boss Li he remembers.

"I don't have money to treat my mother, how can I not sell it?" Li Dawei replied depressedly.

"So that's it!" Liu Xing smiled awkwardly: "It's like this! Brother Li, please send your mother back first. As for coming to the breakfast shop to do things, I think you have to think about it carefully, because my salary is not as good as your previous small food stall."

"A hundred yuan is always available in a month, right?" Li Dawei asked repeatedly.

"This...that's there!" Liu Xing thought for a while and replied.

One hundred yuan a day is more than three yuan a day, which means hiring an ordinary craftsman. This is really cheap for Li Dawei.

"That's all. I'll send my mother back first, and then call two helpers to come. As for the wages, they used to be 60 yuan a month for me. You're so good before you even opened your business. You should be able to afford it!" Li Dawei asked with a smile.

There is no way, otherwise he would explain the wages clearly in advance, and he was afraid that he would not be able to tell them clearly then, after all, everyone would have to eat.

"Okay! OK!" Liu Xing liked someone like Li Dawei who said clearly, and nodded in agreement immediately.

"Then I'll leave first!" Li Dawei walked to my mother, carried it on his back and walked home.

Liu Xing watched him leave and became busy again.

There is no way. As time goes by, there are more and more pedestrians on the market road. If you are not prepared at that time, you will be scolded to death by those who eat rice noodles.

Hey!

wrong!

Only then did Liu Xing remember that it seemed that the breakfast shop had not opened yet today!

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Chapter completed!