Comrade Li Dongyang, who was omnipotent, returned home and told Zhang Kuang about what he saw, heard and thoughts. The two of them discussed the way to make money until the second half of the night before going to bed.

Dongyang originally planned to plan something well. It was not a small fuss. It was impossible to have a joke at home, but the family was really uneasy. As long as she stayed at home, Jiang's mother kept talking nonstop. Not only did Dongyang feel upset, but she also seriously disturbed her two children's studies.

In order to make your ears clear, Dongyang can only come out and stay no matter what, no matter what.

She was not just spending time outside in vain, but wandering around the city, watching wherever she was lively, wherever she was doing small business, and how much money she was earned by others.

After a week like this, Dongyang finally gained something and had plans for the business he wanted to run in the future.

"Bak cold noodles? Are you sure? Are you able to do it?" Zhang Kuang asked inconclusively while tidying up the messy books on the bookshelf.

Dongyang shook his head: "I can't make it, but I can eat it. When I was studying, it was my favorite food. I read people's operations every day, and I still know how to do it."

Knowing how to operate and doing it yourself are two different concepts. Zhang Kuang felt that Dongyang thought things were too simple.

Dongyang didn't think so. She said, "If you don't do it, you will never be able to do it. I want to give it a try, and I am confident that I can succeed."

"Let's not talk about craftsmanship for now. I need tools to bake cold noodles. Where can you buy them?" Zhang Kuang began to worry about other aspects.

Dongyang has also been prepared for this.

"I've been wandering around these days and met someone. She used to make grilled cold noodles at the Experimental Primary School. Now she is old and in good health, she doesn't want to go to her son's place to retire and don't plan to continue working. I told her to buy all her stuff at a low price." Dongyang said proudly.

It was said to be a low price, but the price offered by the other party was not cheap for this family, but it was within the range that Dongyang could accept, so she decided to buy it so happily.

"Since you think it's appropriate, then just order it. Actually, I also like to eat roasted cold noodles, especially the one with tomato sauce, which is very delicious." As I said that, I even smashed my mouth, obviously I was greedy.

Dongyang curled his lips and said disgusted: "Will you eat it? The ones with tomato sauce are the most unpalatable, the sweet and sour taste are too greasy, and the ones with hot sauce are still delicious. I can't say anything more, and my saliva is going to flow out. When I buy all the tools, I will give you the first roasted cold noodles I baked. Is it okay?" Dongyang said happily.

The first portion, 99% will not succeed. Zhang Kuang refused in his heart, smiled on his face, but said, "That's great. You made it yourself, my wife, I will eat as much as I can!"

Two days later, Zhang Kuang wanted to stumble his mouth. In order to make his wife happy, his sacrifice was too great.

He has eaten six portions of roasted cold noodles in a row, and the seventh portion is about to be baked, but he really can't eat it anymore.

"Is the taste getting better and better?" Dongyang was very happy to bake, feeling that his craftsmanship has improved rapidly.

Zhang Kuang smiled and nodded, "It's getting better and better. The first portion is hard to swallow. The sixth portion already has the smell of roasted cold noodles and is not baked at all. It's not bad. A few more portions will definitely be no different from what is sold outside. My wife is simply a genius."

The genius Li Dongyang smiled even happier and added some hot sauce to the grilled cold noodles: "This pure spicy one must be delicious, you can try it."

Zhang Kuang:...

"I don't think I'll try it alone. Let Yanyan and Lei Lei come over to taste it. Let everyone give me some advice. You can make greater progress." Zhang Kuang couldn't help but plan to transfer his pain to others.

Dong Yangneng didn’t know his little thoughts? Humph, there’s no way.

"No, my baking is not delicious enough now. What if I have diarrhea after eating it? Will it delay their study? You try it first, I think it's almost done before baking them." Dongyang said happily.

Zhang Kuang:...

Zhang Kuang felt very uncomfortable at this moment. His authentic boyfriend was not as good as those two cheap kids who fell from the sky. Where can I go to make sense?

If you have no place to reason, you can only feel sad silently.

After he finished the eighth portion of roasted cold noodles, Dongyang became kind-hearted and asked the two children to come and try it.

Zhang Kuang, who had to be liberated, was gloating and waiting to see the two children eat excitedly. Unfortunately, he didn't watch it!

Dongyang roasted a portion of roasted cold noodles for each of the two children and added eggs. Jiang Yan liked to eat sweet and sour things, and Jiang Lei liked to eat spicy things, and she was satisfied with them one by one. The finished products produced by the roast tasted very fragrant. The two children didn't eat enough, so they asked Dongyang to roast another portion for them.

Dongyang was in a good mood, and hummed a little song and roasted another portion. The two children kept praising Dongyang's skills next to him. They also compared the selling of roasted cold noodles outside their school to conclude that Dongyang is the best roast.

Zhang Kuang is a little doubtful about life.

It seems that the grilled cold noodles he eats are not roasted by the two children alone, so how can the difference be so big!

He didn't believe in evil, so he took a bite of Jiang Yan's, well, don't say it, it's really delicious.

Zhang Kuang stared at Dongyang with big eyes, gritted his teeth for a long time but didn't say a word.

I dare not say that, I am afraid that Dongyang will deal with him.

After passing the skills and having complete tools, Dongyang went to apply for a health certificate again. Everything was ready and I was about to open the door to do business.

Dongyang first tried the waters at the night market. In the evening, he pushed a cart to the night market, occupied a place at the public stall to set up a stall, and waited for customers to come to the door.

The night before, she stayed in the night market for more than four hours and sold nearly a dozen servings of baked cold noodles. To be honest, the business was not good.

She was not discouraged, and the next day she pushed a cart to a shopping mall relatively close to her home to set up a stall to roast cold noodles. The business was not very good, but she also earned a little bit of money in the day.

It is most taboo to change places every three days when doing this kind of mobile small business, so Dongyang plans to go to the mall to set up stalls during the day before school starts, and to the night market at night.

The two children were afraid that she would be too tired to work alone, so they would follow her to work together. Dongyang couldn't stop them, so they arranged a class for them. Today, Jiang Yan followed Jiang Lei during the day and then to change them tomorrow, without any bias.

Old Mrs. Jiang had a lot of opinions about this. When Jiang Lei followed Dongyang to set up a stall, she insisted on following him, saying that she had a job for Jiang Lei and could not tired her grandson.

OK, if she is willing to follow, just follow, as long as she doesn't talk in Dongyang's ears.

As a result, the old lady met an acquaintance on the first day after she went out for a stall. She was still the same old acquaintance who didn't like each other and kept squeezing each other.
Chapter completed!