Early the next morning, Youran Farm Bun Shop was still busy. There was a long queue outside, and the six tables in the business area of the store were all occupied. The old people were either greeting each other and chatting, or enjoying breakfast, admiring and laughing.
There was a lot of noise and arguments, and it was very lively. Zhao Cuihua was shuttled back and forth in the aisle, clearing the plates, and passing fresh steamed buns and soy milk to the dining table. She was very busy.
In the kitchen, Feng Daniu, who is wearing a chef's uniform, is kneading dough. This job is very suitable for him because of his strong strength. The dough he kneads out is even, soft and elastic. Next to him, Uncle Qi is chopping stuffing on the operating board, and Sun Xiaoying is concentrating on mixing the stuffing. Adding
Li Youran was at the counter, Aunt Qi and Qi Song were at the takeout counter, but the manpower seemed quite tight.
There are several rows of emerald white jade-like Chinese cabbages neatly stacked on the kitchen shelves. Every night, Li Youran takes the cabbages out of the space when the kitchen is empty, puts them on the shelves, and fills two large water tanks with water from the space stream.
He also declared to the staff in the store that the cabbage was purchased from a special channel, which was a trade secret and was strictly prohibited from being spread. Although Aunt Qi and the others were very curious about this, these people had a common advantage, that is, they understood that there were some things that they should not know.
Don't ask around. So up to now, no matter how many people with ulterior motives try to break the bank, they still can't find the source of cabbage at Baozi Shop, which is a waste of effort.
At about nine o'clock, an old man in Tang suit walked slowly from the corner of Shigu Lane. He had gray hair, a slender face, and bright eyes, but he naturally showed an air of elegance. He was leaning on an ebony dragon-head crutch in his left hand, and his waist was still straight.
He stood up straight. He was accompanied by a woman in her thirties who looked like a nanny. She tried to reach out to help the old man's right hand several times, but was rejected.
The old man looked into the street and saw the signboard of Youran Farm Steamed Bun Shop and the long queue outside the door. His face showed joy and he said:
"Yes, this is it. Lao Hao and the other old guys say the buns here are authentic. I have to try them."
"Mr. Fang, just tell me what you want to eat and I will buy it and take it home. Why do you need to come in person? What if it falls?" the woman complained.
"Xiao Zhang, do you, like them, think that I am no longer useful? Humph, I am not old enough to have to lie in bed every day and wait for others to serve me!" Mr. Fang said, raising his voice.
Seeing that the old man was a little angry, Xiao Zhang didn't dare to speak anymore, so he had to follow Mr. Fang, cross the road, and walk towards the bun shop.
When the two came to the door of the bun shop, Zhao Cuihua quickly opened the door and said loudly: "Old man, welcome."
The old man looked up at the sign, nodded, and then walked into the store with Xiao Zhang.
There were no empty seats in the lobby of the store, but when the customers saw the new old man, they moved to each other very friendly and made a place for the old man. Xiao Zhang had to stand behind the old man.
"Business here is really good." Mr. Fang said.
"Haha, brother, is this your first time here?" An old man with a white goatee at the same table greeted with a smile.
Mr. Fang nodded.
"No wonder, let me tell you, even though this bun shop has only opened not long ago, it is already the hottest restaurant on our street. Did you see the long queue outside? Boss Li is considerate of us old people and only let us in.
Dining. Haha, Boss Li is really nice. He is a nice person and his craftsmanship is not to mention." The old man with the goatee praised repeatedly.
"Oh, the owner of this restaurant is named Li?" Mr. Fang asked with great interest.
"Here, that's the young man at the counter. His name is Li Youran. The sign of the store is his name."
Mr. Fang looked up at the counter and was obviously a little surprised to see Li Youran who was busy.
"Haha, even though he is young, he is capable. I have eaten pasta all my life, and the buns here are the most authentic. By the way, brother, you haven't ordered anything yet. Let me tell you, the buns here are the most authentic.
At the moment, it’s just steamed buns and soy milk, rice porridge is the best, and cold dishes are average, but they said they will have new varieties out in a few days.”
When the goatee old man said this, he turned to the counter and shouted:
"Shopkeeper! Here are four steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk."
Faced with the self-assertion of his tablemate, Mr. Fang did not take it seriously and looked at the decoration of the store with great interest. Although the decoration of the store was very simple, it was clean and tidy, with bright windows. The rich aroma of food filled the air, making people salivate.
"Okay, four steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk." Li Youran responded.
Soon, Zhao Cuihua brought a plate of steaming steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk as colored as mutton fat to the table.
Mr. Fang looked at it carefully, then picked up a bun with chopsticks, took a bite, tasted it carefully with half-squinted eyes, and then nodded repeatedly.
"Well, it's fresh and refreshing, and it melts in your mouth. It's really extraordinary."
The old man with the goatee also looked at Mr. Fang with a smile. The reaction of this new diner was as expected.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. Youran Farm, good, good." Mr. Fang ate several bites of steamed buns, took a sip of soy milk, and praised it repeatedly.
Hearing this, Li Youran raised his head and looked at Mr. Fang, sensing that this old man had an extraordinary bearing. Li Youran turned around and walked out of the counter, coming to Mr. Fang.
"Old man, you're polite. Are the things in the store to your liking?" Li Youran greeted him with the traditional greetings.
Mr. Fang was very fond of this humble and polite young man and said with a smile:
"You must be Shopkeeper Li, you are young and promising, not bad, not bad."
Li Youran glanced around and saw the crutch hanging on the back of the chair. He knew something about it, so he said again:
"Old man, the soy milk in our store is made from ground natural mountain spring water, with a small amount of special tasteless Chinese medicinal materials. It has a certain auxiliary effect on dredging the meridians of the elderly." In fact, the soy milk in the store not only uses space stream water, but also Li Youran
A little space stalactite water was specially added to it. Although the price is as high as 5 yuan a bowl, it is still very popular among customers.
"Oh, no wonder this soy milk is sweet and refreshing, and the bean fragrance is pleasant, rare, rare." Mr. Fang picked up the bowl, took another big sip, squinted at the taste, and nodded repeatedly.
Xiao Zhang, standing behind the old man, stared intently at Mr. Fang's appetite. He actually ate four steamed buns in a row and drank the entire bowl of soy milk. He couldn't open his mouth in surprise. You know, this is almost the same as usual.
That’s enough breakfast for the old man.
Mr. Fang wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction with the napkin handed over by Xiao Zhang, and motioned to Xiao Zhang to check out. Then he said hello to the old man with a goatee, took off his crutches, and stood up.
"Boss Li, our old man Fang is leaving now. This trip was really not in vain." Mr. Fang said to Li Youran.
Li Youran quickly opened the glass shop door and helped the old man out. Mr. Fang did not refuse this time.
"Mr. Fang, just call me Xiao Li. Our store will add new varieties in a few days. Welcome to visit again." Li Youran said with a smile.
"Definitely, I live not far away. Tasting delicious food is my hobby, old man, haha." Mr. Fang waved goodbye to Li Youran, turned around and left with the help of Xiao Zhang.
Li Youran looked at Mr. Fang's back, thoughtfully, and then turned back to the store after a long while.