I have been transformed by the system

Wu Youer said it was easy, but Song Yang knew that the mother and daughter depended on each other for their lives, relying on Wu Youer's mother to set up a noodle stall at the intersection of this slum area to make ends meet. Looking after Song Le, Song Yang has always kept this friendship in his heart.

"By the way, You'er, why didn't you see Auntie come out to set up a stall? Is the business sold out today?" Song Yang stretched out his hand to pick vegetables with Wu You'er, and asked casually.

"Alas..." Wu You'er's sunny smile on her face faded when she mentioned this: "My mother slipped and fell in the toilet yesterday and twisted her waist."

Hearing this, Song Yang was also surprised: "How is it? Auntie's injury doesn't matter?"

"It shouldn't matter, it's just that I couldn't get out of bed this morning." Wu You'er had a worried look on her face.

Song Yang didn't ask if Wu You'er's mother had gone to the hospital, because he knew that she definitely hadn't. They were all living in the slums, so why would they go to the hospital for minor illnesses?
"Forget it, don't do it, I'll go back with you to have a look, I just learned some bone-setting massage techniques in the hospital." Song Yang put the vegetables in the basin, pulled Wu You'er and prepared to leave.

The hands are smooth for a while, although this girl has been used to doing housework since she was a child, her hands are surprisingly not rough.

"This, Brother Yang, this is not good, you haven't eaten yet." Wu You'er blushed slightly, and was about to break free when she heard a knock on the door.

Song Yang went over to open the door, but saw Wu You'er's mother was holding a walking stick and a basin in her hand.

"Song Yang, you're back, then you guys eat first, I'll go out to the stall, let You'er help out at the stall after eating."

Song Yang saw Wu Wu You'er's mother struggling to move with a cane and a washbasin in one hand, and he didn't know whether to admire or be angry.

"Can't you just rest today?" Song Yang helplessly grabbed the basin.

"Yeah, Mom, you couldn't stand up because of the fall in the morning, how can you get out again!!! Spread." Seeing her mother's hard work, Wu You'er had tears in her eyes.

"Oh, no, I have to pay the rent soon, and I'm almost there. Our stall is hardworking, so stop talking." Wu Wu You'er's mother said with a sigh.

"Then I'll go to the stall, you can rest at home." Wu You'er quickly supported her mother and said.

"That can't be done, you don't have much time to go to the noodle stall, so you can't do it." Wu You'er's mother flatly refused, of course she also felt sorry for her daughter.

"Okay!" Song Yang looked at the two who were pushing back and forth, and he was a little bit dumbfounded, and he waved domineeringly directly.

"Stop arguing, both of you, listen to me, auntie, let's have dinner together at noon, and then I'll heal your waist. You rest in the afternoon, and Yu'er and I will go to the stall."

What Song Yang said seemed to be domineering, but it made the couple suddenly feel like they had a strong heart.

"Is this really good?" Wu You'er's mother still hesitated.

"It's nothing bad, what about when you help our family?" Song Yang said firmly.

In the past, Song Yang was unable to repay, but now that he has the system and the two major skills of Chinese cooking, he must help.

As he spoke, he asked Wu Youer's mother to come in and lie down, and he gave Wu Youer's mother a massage, and asked Wu Youer to cook.

The medical skills built by the system are indeed not covered, but after 10 minutes of massage, the pained look on Wu Youer's mother's face has completely disappeared.

After dinner, Wu Youer's mother wanted to go to the stall together, but Song Yang held her down. Although Wu Youer's mother's condition was not too serious, he couldn't make up for the long-term exhaustion.

Song Yang and Wu You'er pushed her family's noodle stall trolley to the intersection of the slum area, and arranged the tables, chairs and benches.

Then Song Yang was ready to prepare the ingredients and boil the beef.

"Well, Brother Yang, my mother said that I can just let me do these things, you can rest first." Wu You'er came over and said with an embarrassed face.

Song Yang just wanted to say it's okay, it's all hard work, but when he saw Wu You'er's face, he understood that he was afraid that he would waste these ingredients even if he was afraid of being tired.

"Don't worry." Song Yang gave Wu You'er a reassuring look.

Wu You'er blushed, but she didn't worry anymore after 1 minute.

Because Song Yang is very skillful in cutting vegetables and serving dishes, and when cooking the beef, he also added his own ingredients. After 10 minutes, the aroma of a pot of beef wafted out.

After everything was ready, Song Yang looked at the intersection with great interest.

After waiting for half an hour, I realized that it was really a wrong choice to set up a stall at this time.

After all, this noodle stall is mainly for business in the morning, and now it's past two o'clock at noon, so there are fewer people eating at noon.

Song Yang sat here for half an hour, but no one came to the door.

This is not possible, although doing business is generally based on luck, but Song Yang is not reconciled to his first stall ending in such a bleak way.

He looked around, looked at the chopping board for kneading dough, and the steaming beef soup pot, and had an idea in his mind.

"Yu'er, help me put the chopping board out to the intersection, and then find a big fan to face the beef soup pot."

Wu You'er was stunned when she heard that, she didn't know what Song Yang was going to do, but she still obediently helped to fix it.

Then Song Yang stood in front of the chopping board, fastened his apron, and started kneading the dough.

Wu You'er also set up the fan, and the strong wind blew, and the aroma of the beef soup pot spread out immediately.

Then I heard bang bang bang.

It was Song Yang who started kneading ramen. This kind of ramen is not common in Donghai, but there are people who make it.

But like Song Yang, making ramen flowers and dancing up and down, it can be said that it has never been seen before.

Neighbors on a street came out to look at the noise and smelled the smell of beef pot. No matter whether they ate or not, they all had great appetites and surrounded them.

"Hey, Yu'er, why are your noodles so fragrant? Bring me a bowl."

"Yeah, I didn't have this taste before, come here, I want a bowl too."

"Give me a bowl too."

For a while, the originally deserted booth was full of people.

Wu You'er suddenly became happy, and was busy telling everyone.

For a while, Song Yang was cooking the noodles and Wu You'er was serving. They were very busy.

But the result was very gratifying, the two were dizzy after being too busy, and the evaluations of the diners were very good.

"Haha, don't look, Xiao Song and You'er cooperate so well, they look like husband and wife at a glance."

There are also uncles and aunts who have finished eating noodles, sitting beside them, muttering.

Wu You'er was cleaning up the dishes, and when she heard this, she blushed.

Song Yang was so busy finishing the work that he didn't notice at all, but within a few hours, the whole pot of noodles was sold out.

With Song Yang's physical fitness, he was a little tired after doing it for such a long time.

"How is it? If the business is not good, let's close the stall?" Wu You'er's mother took Xiao Song Le downstairs to watch.

"Mom, collecting stalls is closing stalls, but look." Wu You'er leaned closer to her mother, and opened the money drawer, which was full of money.

Although it was messy, Wu Youer's mother also had many years of experience, so she knew it at a glance, at least thousands of dollars.

The monthly rent for the two of them is only 500 yuan, and they have earned almost three months' rent here.

And that's just one day!
"This..." Wu You'er's mother showed an unbelievable joy on her face.

"Haha, Auntie, our business today is not bad, it's great, why don't we have something good to eat at night?"

Song Yang joked.

"Eat, I'm going to buy vegetables now, Xiao Song and Lele, we must go home for dinner today!" Wu You'er's mother had a decisive expression on her face.

"Then mom, shall we eat seafood today?" Wu You'er said with a smile.

"What seafood to eat? It's so expensive and you can't get enough of the roast duck at the intersection, two!" Wu Youer's mother patted Wu Youer and said angrily.

Hearing what Wu Youer's mother said, Song Yang was also happy.

Just as the two families were enjoying themselves happily, they were about to pack their things and go home when suddenly Wu You'er was about to receive the bench by one person.

"Who is Song Yang!"