Han Yao noticed that her father did not come in person to pick up her grandmother, and her grandmother pretended not to care. She felt extremely disappointed. She realized that her grandmother was hard on the outside but soft on the inside, so she went home without explaining to her father. Her father told her to let her grandmother rest at her second uncle's house, so she let her rest.
My mother needed someone to take care of her during the confinement period, but she didn't need the care of my grandmother who didn't treat her as a human being. My mother gave birth to a girl again, and my grandmother disliked her very much. She asked her to take care of my mother during the confinement period while she was studying at school, and she was worried that she would not give my mother food or give her sister away when no one was paying attention.
Without grandma around, the family ate meat until their mouths were greasy, and no one looked down on them or scolded them. The house was filled with the satisfied laughter of the sisters when they ate the meat. Han Yao felt that the air had become fresh and comfortable. She thought that even without the braised pork, she would still feel satisfied. How wonderful it would be if she could live without being beaten or scolded every day.
"Dad, how long can grandma stay at my second uncle's house?" Han Yao asked casually.
The little girl's face was filled with thoughts, but she pretended to be mature and serious. Han Ze laughed inwardly, but taught her earnestly on the surface: "What's wrong? Can't bear to leave your grandma? Or don't you want to help mom take care of your sister?"
Han Yao pursed her lips. Who wouldn't want to leave her? Without their grandma, they didn't know how comfortable they would be.
Han Ze smiled and said gently, "Your grandma is old and can't work hard. I don't want her to work hard, but there's nothing I can do. You sisters have always been sensible and filial. You definitely don't want to tire your grandma out. Dad believes that you can do the housework well even if your grandma is not around."
Han Yao looked at her father several times, thinking for a while, then raised her head and said uncertainly: "So, Dad, in order to not overwork grandma, let her live in Second Uncle's house for a while. Second Uncle's family runs a sales agency store, so they can eat whatever they want. Grandma living in Second Uncle's house is the most comfortable life. Who made our family poor?"
Han Ze's face was filled with guilt, and he sighed, "Dad is incompetent, so your grandma has to suffer with me. Luckily, your second uncle and third uncle are capable people, and your grandma will enjoy more with them than with dad. Well, let your grandma stay at your second uncle's house for a while longer, and enjoy the good life with them. Your grandma has been a miserable person in this life, and you must be filial to her when you grow up."
Han Yao echoed, "Grandma worked so hard, we sisters must be filial to her."
Han Ze was very pleased that his eldest daughter became more sensible and filial under his education.
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When Shuangji Town held a market again, people found that there was a noodle stall in the ten-meter-wide alley next to the meat stall. The noodle stall was very simple, with an awning on top and a stove on the ground. A pot was placed on the stove, and smoke was coming out of the pot. The rich smell of chicken soup filled the whole street. There were two tables inside and a few benches next to the tables.
What is quite strange is that this noodle stall with such a rich aroma has no customers except for the thin man in an apron sitting next to the stove. The man is obviously not in a hurry, sitting there calmly and leisurely, looking like he is not doing business, but rather playing.
"Han Ze, this is not how business is done."
Zhang Lei's business was still not very good today, and he sold a lot of meat sporadically.
He had been very concerned about Han Ze's noodle stall. After a few days of setting it up, he helped to get the documents. Today, when it opened, he watched from the side and worried about him. It was almost eight o'clock, and he hadn't sold a bowl of noodles. What's more, his noodles were very expensive. Most of the people who came to the market were country people. Who would be willing to spend ten yuan to buy a bowl of noodles that everyone can make? He was afraid that he had too much money and couldn't spend it.
"Brother Lei, the noodles I make are worth the price."
Han Ze's confidence was not without reason. His original cooking skills were already good, and he had also activated the God of Cooking skill. With this skill, even simple noodles could be made to taste delicious. A bowl of noodles cooked by the God of Cooking cost only ten yuan, and he would feel sorry for himself if he had to bargain with him.
Zhang Lei couldn't persuade him, so he pointed at him helplessly and said, "You, you have to be flexible in business. Besides, do you think your bowl of noodles is made of gold? It's ten yuan a bowl, why don't you sell it for a hundred yuan a bowl?"
Han Ze remained silent. Zhang Lei shook his head. With this attitude, Han Ze actually wanted to make money. He thought it would be better for him to go home and farm. At least he wouldn't have to worry about starving to death.
"I just can't understand, who gives you the confidence to sell noodles at such a high price?" Zhang Lei didn't understand. Han Ze is simple and honest, but that doesn't mean he is stupid. He shouldn't do such a brainless thing.
"My cooking skills give me confidence." Han Ze said naively with shining eyes. He had absolute confidence in his cooking skills.
Zhang Lei choked and said, "I want to try this ten-dollar bowl of noodles to see what it is."
"You want some noodles?" Han Ze looked at him seriously. Zhang Lei nodded, "Give me a bowl."
Han Ze stood there and said expressionlessly, "Pay the money first."
"Han Ze, I'm your cousin." Zhang Lei was furious. This Han Ze was so unsociable. He had to run around and work hard to help him get a business license, and this was how he repaid him
Han Ze looked at him and said, "The rules cannot be broken. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. If you help me with the documents, I will treat you to a meal alone." In a restaurant, one must only follow the restaurant's rules.
Zhang Lei held his breath and took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to Han Ze. Han Ze took the money and put it in his pocket, then washed his hands and cooked noodles.
Zhang Lei watched coldly, wanting to see what was different about the cooking methods of this ten-yuan bowl of noodles. The more he looked, the uglier his expression became. Rolling and boiling noodles were no different from the way his mother made noodles. He snorted lightly, but when he filled the bowl, he put chicken soup and an egg in it. His expression brightened up a little, thinking that this kid was sensible and did not let him down.
Zhang Lei was busy selling meat in the morning and had no time to eat. He was already starving. When the noodles were served on the table, he couldn't wait to pick up the noodles with chopsticks and started eating. He thought they were ordinary noodles, but when they entered his mouth, he couldn't help squinting his eyes and looked at Han Ze in disbelief. It was so delicious. Was this noodles? Could it be dragon meat
Han Ze didn't look at him, but cleaned up the chopping board and stove that were dirty from making noodles. Zhang Lei gobbled the noodles in a few mouthfuls, the taste of the noodle soup still lingering in his mouth, but he didn't savor the real taste of the noodles. He smacked his lips regretfully, swallowed his saliva and asked, "Can you have another bowl?"
Before Han Ze could respond, a ten-yuan bill slapped onto the dining table.
Han Ze put the money in his pocket and quickly made him a bowl of noodles, still with an egg on it.
Zhang Lei looked at the eggs and said, "So those eggs weren't given as favors?" If they were given as favors, there wouldn't be eggs in every bowl.
"No. Everyone who comes to eat noodles will get eggs," Han Ze explained.
Zhang Lei thought, you might as well not explain. But thinking about the taste of the noodles, he decided not to say anything, so as not to annoy him and make him noodles that taste bad next time. He couldn't help but sigh, you can't judge a person by appearance. Han Ze is a farmer in the countryside, who would have thought that his cooking skills are better than those of the chefs in the provincial capital hotel? He really underestimated him!
There were many stall owners selling vegetables in the market. Many of them were too busy selling vegetables to have breakfast. When they saw Zhang Lei going to the newly set up noodle stall to eat noodles, many people came over to inquire. When they learned that the noodles cost ten yuan a bowl, they couldn't help but curse and retreat.
There was a fishmonger who had a good business and made quite a lot of money. When he saw Boss Zhang looking unsatisfied after finishing his noodles, he became curious and couldn't help but pay out ten yuan to try such expensive noodles to see what was so special about them.
Who would have thought that when the noodles were served and put into his mouth, he found them so delicious that he didn't even bother to say a few words of praise, he just lowered his head and ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.
Han Ze prepared a relatively large bowl of noodles, with at least 300 grams of noodles, eggs on top, and vegetables. It was enough to fill an adult man with a moderate appetite, but after Mr. Yu finished carrying a few baskets of noodles, his stomach was almost full, but his appetite was still not satisfied.
In a word, he still wanted to eat another bowl.
Han Ze certainly had no objection to having another bowl. The chicken soup he cooked was enough to sell thirty bowls of noodles, and after that he had to go home to cook for Wu Hongmei.
Han Ze had no objection, but the fishmonger hesitated. He had to sell a lot of fish for ten yuan a bowl of noodles. Would he eat it or not? Thinking about the hot weather, why did he work so hard to make money? Isn't it for food and drink? If you want to eat, then eat it. So he took out ten yuan and put it on the table.
The other vegetable stall owners were not too surprised to see the fish owner's actions. After all, would he dare to sell a bowl of noodles for ten yuan if it didn't taste good
Thinking of this, some people became eager to try it. They wanted to try it and see if it was worth the price, but they were reluctant to spend the money, so they looked around and were hesitant.
Despite this, there were still seven or eight bosses who were willing to spend money and came over. They all finished the first bowl, but still felt unsatisfied and ordered a second bowl. As for the third bowl, no one was willing to eat it yet.
By this time, Han Ze had sold almost two-thirds of the thirty bowls of noodles.
After the group finished eating, they returned to the stall to answer inquiries from others.
"Is it delicious?" "Of course it's delicious."
“Is it worth the price?” “If it’s not worth the price, will I have a second bowl?”
We are all businessmen, no one is stupid. After some bosses were asked, they were hesitant and suddenly made up their minds. They were also doing business, and other people could eat the noodles that cost ten yuan a bowl? Why couldn't they try it? Did they earn less than others
So Han Ze sold out the remaining ten bowls of noodles in a short time. If there were more customers coming, Han Ze could only say sorry to them and ask them to come earlier next time.
Those who didn't get to eat the noodles felt very regretful and complained why Han Ze didn't prepare more ingredients.
Han Ze smiled and said, "Please come earlier next time there's a market. I'll sell 45 bowls of noodles that day." After that, he began to pack up his stall. He heard that crucian carp is good for producing lactation, so he planned to buy a few pounds to make soup for Wu Hongmei.
When the fishmonger saw him buying fish, he thought of the taste of his noodles and charged him a few cents less.