If you go to bed early, you will naturally get up early. Feng Yifan also got up early today and woke up at four o'clock in the morning.
Even though he had slept there for three nights, he had to admit that he still hadn't been able to adapt to the hardness of the restaurant's floor.
Climbing up from the floor, standing in the restaurant, twisting his waist and moving his legs and feet, Feng Yifan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Fortunately, I am young enough now.
After stretching his stiff body, Feng Yifan quickly folded the quilt and the mat and placed them in the utility room on the first floor of the restaurant. He washed up in the bathroom on the first floor, changed into light clothes, took his keys and tiptoed out.
I have to go to the market again today to buy some fresh vegetables, and also to see if there are any new items to buy.
The old street was very quiet. At the east end, there was still only one breakfast shop which was open and busy.
When passing by the door, Feng Yifan was surprised to see that the person lighting the stove today was not the familiar old man, but a young man with a childish face and rather unfamiliar hands.
Just when Feng Yifan was wondering, he saw the old man walking out with a stern face and a very rude tone.
"I asked you to light a fire, but you can't even light it after fiddling with it for a long time? You are already in your twenties, but you have nothing to do all day and can't do anything well. I'm afraid you won't even be able to eat a hot meal when I die."
As soon as the voice here fell, another voice rang out in the shop: "You old man, how old is he? He has been to school for so many years, how can he make a fire? Why don't you let the eldest come back to do it? He only knows how to order the younger one around."
Hearing the sound from the shop, the old man who came out immediately turned around and shouted at the voice inside the shop.
"I order him around? I'm just teaching him something. If he's capable, he can go to a university in another city like his sister did. I promise not to order him around. When he comes back, I'll take good care of him. Does he have that ability?"
This conversation in the breakfast shop made Feng Yifan, who was standing in front of the door, feel a little embarrassed. He was too embarrassed to greet the people in the shop.
But the elderly Uncle Lin did not stop there, and continued to scold his youngest son who was guarding the stove at the door.
This kind of situation really made Feng Yifan feel a little bit of empathy. When he failed the college entrance examination, he also experienced the same scene at home.
Parents place too much hope on their children, but end up with a huge disappointment. In many cases, parents really cannot accept this and don’t know how to resolve it. They can only turn this disappointment into anger and vent it on their children.
Just as Feng Yifan was thinking, should he speak up and say a few words to persuade Uncle Lin to be a little more tolerant of his younger son
Suddenly, I saw the young man who was lighting the stove grabbed the stove hook at his feet and clenched his fists.
Just as the other person stood up, Feng Yifan took a step forward and grabbed the young man's wrist.
The angry young man was shocked. The moment he turned his head to look at Feng Yifan, the resentment in his eyes paused for a moment. After a brief daze, the young man suddenly came to his senses.
Feng Yifan gently took the stove hook from the other person's hand, and did not speak to the young man. Instead, he smiled and spoke loudly to the people in the shop.
"Uncle Lin, why are you so angry so early in the morning? Isn't it a good thing that your son helps you light the stove? Why are you so angry?"
Lin Youjian, the owner of the breakfast shop, heard the voice, turned around and saw Feng Yifan who had already stepped into the shop.
After a brief pause, Lin Youjian didn't even look at his youngest son. Instead, he chatted with Feng Yifan with a smile on his face: "Yifan? Are you going to the market to buy vegetables so early?"
Feng Yifan let go of Lin Youjian's youngest son's wrist and stuffed the stove hook into the other's hand.
"Yes, let's go to the market and see if we can find some fresh produce today. That's how it is in the restaurant business. We always have to give customers something new. Otherwise, wouldn't it be boring if they always eat the same old things?"
Lin Youjian nodded and said, "Yes, that's how it is in the catering industry. You need to have both old and new things, and you need to come up with new ideas."
At this point, Lin Youjian couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, sometimes I still envy Lao Su for having such a good son-in-law like you. Unlike me, I am old and still have to work hard. The key is that it is really hard to work early now."
According to Lin Youjian's words and Feng Yifan's observations over the past few days, the breakfast shop's business is indeed not that good.
Firstly, the old street is facing reconstruction and some residents in the surrounding area have begun to move out; secondly, the breakfast shop may not have much special features. The soy milk and fried dough sticks that have been the same for decades are really not very attractive.
Feng Yifan thought about these problems and gave Lin Youjian an idea.
"Uncle Lin, the old street is facing reconstruction now, and many old residents are moving out. Not to mention your breakfast, even Su Ji's business is not as good as before. These days, it is thanks to the old diners who come here and the flow of people who come here to visit the night market before the reconstruction of the old street.
I think, Uncle Lin, you sell breakfast, so you don’t have to stay in this small shop. You can get a cart or a tricycle and go to the entrance of the new community a little further away. You should be able to get more business.”
Hearing what Feng Yifan said, Lin Youjian was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought. It was obvious that Feng Yifan's words touched him.
Lin Youjian's youngest son, who had already put away the stove hook, suddenly couldn't help but say, "I suggested it a long time ago, but my dad just didn't want to try it."
Then, it seemed that because Feng Yifan was there, the young man had more confidence and simply spoke out some of his ideas.
“The area around our old street is facing reconstruction, and many communities have been vacant for a long time. But two intersections away is a new community. I have been there and found that there are not many breakfast vendors at the entrance of those communities in the morning.
Our soy milk and fried dough sticks are so good, we will definitely attract a lot of people there, and our business will definitely be better than it is now."
Lin Youjian felt very dissatisfied after hearing his youngest son say so much. This was probably what most older fathers would feel, a feeling that their authority was suddenly challenged.
So even if Feng Yifan was there, Lin Youjian immediately frowned: "You are the only one who knows that people like to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks
When I was in school, I didn't see you being so capable. If you are really capable, why don't you go to college for me? You can also save yourself from having to work with me and your mother in a breakfast shop from dawn to dusk. "
This is actually what many parents think. They feel that they are too tired to make breakfast and hope that their children will not be like them.
After being scolded by his father, the young man lowered his head and suddenly became depressed. The fighting spirit he had before disappeared in an instant.
Feng Yifan saw this and felt a little sympathy for Uncle Lin's youngest son. In fact, he had encountered a similar situation before.
After thinking for a while, Feng Yifan said seriously: "Uncle Lin, the reconstruction of the old street should start soon. By then, everyone will have to move to another place, so we really can't stick to this place. As the saying goes, 'a tree that is moved will die, but a person who moves will live', we must always make some attempts in advance."
After listening to Feng Yifan's words, Lin Youjian sighed helplessly: "Alas, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that most of the residents in those new communities don't like soy milk and fried dough sticks very much."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "If you don't like the simplicity of soybean milk and fried dough sticks, can you make something else? I remember Aunt He's steamed buns are also very good.
If you're talking about something more fashionable, it's not difficult. If you're willing and you trust me, you can let me come to my place and I'll take the time to teach him how to make some fashionable and novel breakfasts."
These words stunned the Lin family father and son, and Lin Youjian's wife Aunt He, who came out, was also a little surprised.