The annual Spring Festival is coming soon, and the streets and alleys are beginning to fill with a festive atmosphere. Shops of all sizes are decorated with lanterns, couplets, colorful flags, and advertising banners to welcome the biggest holiday feast every year.
At noon, Li Youran went to the post office to send 8,000 yuan to his second uncle in Lijiagou. After completing the formalities, he found a secluded place, took out his black and white screen mobile phone, and dialed the number at the canteen at the head of Lijiagou Village.
telephone number.
"Hello, hello, is this the sixth uncle? Yes, I'm Ranzi. Haha, okay, that's good. Could you please call my second uncle? Thank you."
The sound on the phone disappeared, and Li Youran waited motionless. About three minutes later, there was a rush of footsteps from the receiver, followed by a familiar low and slightly hoarse man's voice.
"Ranzi, is it you?"
Li Youran felt his eyes sore and almost shed tears. He had not returned to his hometown for several years because things were not going well and he rarely called. He didn't know how his second uncle's house was doing.
"Second uncle, it's me, are you and second aunt okay?"
"We are still the same as before. You haven't been back for a long time. Your second aunt and Fang Cheng always talk about you."
Li Youran told his second uncle that he was now starting his own business, opened a restaurant, and made some money. He mailed 8,000 yuan to his family before the holidays. He should use it to pay off his debts. After a while, he would be rich and he would mail another amount.
"Ranzi, I know it's hard for you outside and it's not easy to make money. If you have some money on hand, just keep it for yourself. Don't ruin your body just to save money. Don't send it anymore. The family can pay off the debt." The second uncle said.
, with a hint of reproach in his voice.
Li Youran quickly assured his second uncle that he could indeed make money now, and that he ate well every meal, and was as good as a calf. If he didn't believe it, he would go home and show them in a while.
The second uncle obviously didn't believe it, and even said that he would refuse the 8,000 remittance and asked Li Youran to go to the post office to get it back. Li Youran was shocked, and after some hard talking, the second uncle reluctantly agreed to accept it.
The second uncle said that the phone bill was very expensive, and after chatting for a few words, he urged him to hang up.
Li Youran was holding her cell phone, her heart was up and down. When the bun shop got back on track, it would be time for her to take the time to go back to Lijiagou to have a look.
During lunch, everyone in the store was there. Li Youran took out a large white radish that was as white as jade and looked very good, and put it on the table.
On the table.
"This is a new variety of white radish. The sample just arrived today. What do you think?"
Aunt Qi reached out and hugged the white radish. It was so heavy, weighing at least ten kilograms.
"It looks so beautiful. I have never seen such a breed before. Even the skin is so smooth and delicate." Aunt Qi stroked her side.
He praised it and passed it to others to see. Immediately, there was a sound of admiration in the room.
"Daniu, go to the kitchen, cut a plate of radishes, and taste them all." Li Youran said with a smile.
Feng Daniu responded, grabbed the radish and entered the kitchen. The sound of the kitchen knife was heard quickly. After a while, he returned to the dining table with a large plate of crystal clear radish slices in his hand.
The room was immediately filled with fragrance, which was refreshing.
"It smells so good, let me try it." Sun Xiaoying couldn't wait to pick up a piece with her chopsticks and took a bite.
"Well, it's so sweet. It tastes better than apples." Sun Xiaoying squinted her eyes, forming a cute crescent shape. The radish slices were sweet and crisp, and the tender and juicy feeling was so wonderful.
"Really? I'll try it too." The waiters stretched out their chopsticks to the big plates.
"It's delicious, sweet and refreshing, like dipped in rock sugar." Aunt Qi was also full of praise.
Accompanied by the crisp chewing sound of "kuchkkuchi, kukkuchi", a large plate of radish slices was quickly consumed.
"Daniu, go and cut another plate." Sun Xiaoying said to Feng Daniu with unfinished thoughts.
"Go on, go on, cut all the radish. Let's all eat." Li Youran said with a smile.
In this way, a large white radish weighing more than ten kilograms was eaten by everyone in less than ten minutes.
"Ranzi, this is going to be used as stuffing for new steamed buns." Aunt Qi quickly understood Li Youran's intention.
"Yeah, our bun shop can't always keep the same variety, we always have to get something new. No matter how delicious the food is, you will get tired of it after a long time." Li Youran is very satisfied with everyone's reaction to the space carrot, and it seems that it is again
It is a successful breed.
"Great, this way we can increase the production of steamed buns. Hey, we are really nervous now, and customers have a lot of opinions." In recent times, with the patronage of some students from Tianhai University, the supply gap has widened.
The number of customers returning empty-handed increased every day, and their grievances became more and more serious. Aunt Qi saw this and became anxious. Now she could finally feel relieved.
"The output of this kind of radish is not very large, so we still need to use it sparingly. I plan to make shredded beef radish stuffing. Aunt Qi and Daniel, you will start trial production this afternoon to find the most suitable ratio and finalize it as soon as possible." Li
Leisurely arranged.
Aunt Qi and Daniel, Uncle Qi and Zhao Cuihua also expressed their efforts to help. The increasingly prosperous business of the bun shop gave them hope for the future.
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In the kitchen of Wuji Ramen Restaurant, Master Zhao holds a large stainless steel colander and is taking out some of the old ingredients from the old soup pot.
Add new ingredients.
The door curtain was lifted and Wu Mao walked in.
"Old Zhao, I'm busy." Wu Mao greeted with a smile.
"Haha, Manager Wu, come and take a look. They are all old people. What are you worried about?" Lao Zhao responded with a smile.
"Based on your craftsmanship, Lao Zhao, I have nothing to worry about. I have something to do with you today." Wu Mao said, turning his head to look outside, then took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to Lao Zhao.
"What is this?" Lao Zhao put away the colander and reached out to take the paper bag.
"You'll know after you open it and take a look." Wu Mao put away his smile and said lightly.
Lao Zhao opened the paper bag, revealing a pile of light brown plant husk slices. Lao Zhao was heartbroken, and quickly brought his nose closer to smell it, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Manager Wu, isn't this a cigarette casing? What are you going to do?"
Wu Mao sneered and motioned to Lao Zhao to lower his voice.
"That's right, it's a first-class cigarette shell. This thing is not easy to handle," Wu Mao paused and then said:
"Put it in the soup pot. As for its use, you are already a master chef. Do you still know?"
"Manager Wu, this is illegal. If we are found out, we will be finished. Does shopkeeper Wu know?" Lao Zhao was so anxious that he broke into sweat.
"Old Zhao, it's not like you don't know the situation in the store. Ever since the bun shop next door opened, our business... Humph! What if I don't want to think of a solution? My uncle is old and is afraid of taking risks. I don't want to tell him yet.
It has nothing to do with him if something goes wrong. Besides, the business of the store will be handed over to me sooner or later. Also, hot pot also needs to be used. If you beat these things into powder and put them into the hot pot base, the guests won't be able to eat them.
"Wu Mao said coldly.
Lao Zhao held the paper bag in his hand like a thunderbolt, his expression changing continuously.
"Old Zhao, apart from you, I can't trust anyone else, especially the man named Chen. Be careful of him." Wu Mao patted Old Zhao on the shoulder with his right hand, then turned and left.