Feng Yanhong mailed the letter the next day, still feeling a little uneasy, and returned to the store to study the menu.
Originally, she wanted to make dumplings after she got the freezer, but now that she wants to make lunch boxes, she definitely can't take care of making dumplings.
Feng Yanhong cooked four dishes at noon, two meat and two vegetarian. The price was 50 cents for a vegetarian dish and 80 cents for a meat and vegetable dish. Unexpectedly, most people who entered the store chose box lunches.
After a while, all the prepared meals were sold out, and some people who entered the store later asked if they had any lunch boxes.
She could only explain patiently because today was the first day of making lunch boxes and the quantity she made was relatively small, so everything was gone.
Many people who had eaten the box lunches said they would continue to eat there tomorrow, which made Feng Yanhong feel happy.
"The lunch box made by the boss lady is delicious, much better than the one in our canteen!"
"That's right, since the machine factory's canteen was contracted out, it has become more and more unpalatable. Starting next month, I will also apply for a subsidy and will not eat in that canteen."
In this era, who can contract a canteen, who is not a related household?
Feng Yanhong greeted everyone with a smile and sent them out, thinking that she would have to buy two more big pots in the future.
The next day, Feng Yanhong didn't make cold noodles, but prepared some noodles and some braised ingredients. She spent the remaining time making lunch boxes.
Yesterday, I specially ordered a piece of suet from the pork shop and made a whole basin of lard. When I stir-fry, I put a small spoonful of it in, and the taste is immediately different.
The people introduced by Wang Sheng came one by one with their own lunch boxes. They were covered in dirt and their faces were not very clean. They were followed by a few people who were cleanly dressed and had shiny leather shoes. They must be the leaders at the construction site.
Feng Yanhong came out with half a bucket of water, "Put the lunch box on the table first. I'll put this bucket of water at the door for you. Wash your hands and I'll get you some food."
Shock appeared on the faces of those people, and they thanked one after another and took the bucket from Feng Yanhong's hand.
Several leaders prepared a table alone. They looked at Feng Yanhong's food and couldn't help but frowned and curled their lips as if they were a little disgusted.
Feng Yanhong ignored their disgusted looks and put food on their plates one by one.
The ten workers originally wanted to pack their meals and leave, but Feng Yanhong stopped them.
"There's no place to sit and eat outside, so just eat here."
Unexpectedly, these ten workers were squeezed into a table in the corner, determined not to dirty her place.
Feng Yanhong looked back at the so-called leaders sitting in the middle, picking on the fat and thin, spitting everywhere, and felt it was very ironic.
Customers come first, so she can only endure it. After they leave, she has to mop the floor!
The workers ate quickly and left with their lunch boxes. The leaders bought a bottle of liquor and started drinking in the store.
When I learned that her store only had small bowls and no wine glasses, I couldn't help but feel disgusted.
People came into the store immediately, and Feng Yanhong couldn't care less about how they looked at her.
She made an estimate today and made fifty servings at noon alone, but she didn't expect that it was still not enough to sell.
Mainly those who had packed lunches yesterday, and I also brought many colleagues here today. Before it reached its peak, there were already no packed lunches.
"Sorry, there are no lunch boxes for lunch today. There are also fried noodles and mutton soup noodles."
"Her noodles are also pretty good, huh? Why haven't I tried mutton noodle soup before? Give me a bowl of mutton noodle soup."
Feng Yanhong was cooking noodles in the back kitchen, and the customers in front of her were mostly self-sufficient, pouring water and serving soup. Seeing that she was too busy, she started to serve the noodles herself.
Feng Yanhong was in full swing and came out with a large tray when she was blocked by the leaders.
"Give us some more dishes."
Feng Yanhong's tray didn't move, and the soup swayed slightly, but didn't spill.
"I'm sorry, I can't add any more dishes at the moment. There are still more than a dozen bowls of noodles to cook later. I'm the only one in this small shop and I'm really too busy. I'm sorry."
Feng Yanhong held the tray with some difficulty, but still smiled and explained to him gently.
"Is this how you do business? We were introduced by Brother Sheng!"
Feng Yanhong was a little annoyed. Looking at his age, he was at least one step older than Wang Sheng. He was also called Brother Sheng, so he must be very good at flattering!
"It's our face, right?"
Feng Yanhong pursed her lips and finally suppressed her anger. The next second she smiled slightly and nodded to the person who came.
"Come and give it to me."
"Thank you, please be careful." She really didn't have time to worry so much with this 'leader' now, she had to hurry up and cook all the guests' noodles.
Seeing that Feng Yanhong refused to speak, the man got angry and said, "What an attitude! Give us two more dishes quickly, or we won't come tomorrow."
Feng Yanhong rolled her eyes and thought to herself: Will love come or not?
"I'm really sorry, I'm just too busy right now."
"Hey! I'm sorry for you!" He even rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, looking like he was ready to fight.
"Of course you have to give her face! If you want to eat it, eat it. If you don't want to eat it, get out of here!" Wang Sheng entered the store with a cold face.
Seeing the man's aura, he immediately softened, his sleeves were halfway rolled up, and his hands were frozen there.
When she turned to Feng Yanhong, she changed back to her fawning look, "Let me help you."
"Sheng, Brother Sheng, I don't mean anything else, just, I just don't..."
"Well, we've eaten, we'll leave now."
The man seemed to be in a panic and almost stumbled when he turned around.
"Has the account been settled?" Wang Sheng asked.
"without......"
"There are no rules here about monthly and seasonal payments, they must be completed on a daily basis!"
"Okay, I'll tie it now, I'll tie it now."
Feng Yanhong gave him change and immediately returned to the kitchen, followed by Wang Sheng.
"Thank you. If they don't want to come in the future, forget it. Don't force it."
"There's no need to force this. I'm the boss. It's not me who has the final say where the canteen is opened."
Feng Yanhong was speechless. Rich people can be so willful!
"You'd better stay outside. There's a lot of fumes and it's very hot here."
"Oh, okay, then I'll go out." Wang Sheng looked at the full hall, walked to a table that had not been cleared, and sat down.
When someone praised Feng Yanhong's food for being delicious, the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily.
'Eat, eat! When I marry you back, you will have no chance to eat again.'
Looking back at the dishes and chopsticks on the table, Wang Sheng frowned. He stood up and looked at them for a while, then stretched out his hand.
Before he even touched the dishes, Feng Yanhong came out with a tray, "Don't move, I'll clean it up."
"Okay. I'll help you carry it."
Wang Sheng had never done this kind of work before. The moment the tray came into his hand, his steps swayed, and the tray also started to shake.
"I'll do it!" Feng Yanhong's scalp tightened, fearing that he would knock the tray to the ground for her.
Her mutton noodle soup costs 80 cents a bowl! It has a layer of mutton on top, which is really a waste if you really want it.