delicious master

Chapter 4 Soup Warms Heart
After Tang Xiaokang finished tidying up, it was already midnight.

As young people continue to step into society, creatures like night owls are becoming rarer and rarer. In the entire alley, only the small courtyard of Dongju is still lit.

The remaining mutton has already been put into the freezer. Although it is freshly slaughtered in the afternoon, it cannot be kept for a long time.

When it opens tomorrow, it must be used up, otherwise the taste and texture of the mutton will become inferior by the third day.

Tang Xiaokang hung the newly written opening notice on the gate, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the dark alley.

Looking back, he has messy hair, a black windbreaker with a bag on his back, and he is actually wearing a down vest inside. Even Tang Xiaokang, who is not very well-dressed, can see this way of dressing weird.

Wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses and looking a little tired, when he saw Tang Xiaokang standing at the door, he couldn't help but stop.

His eyes moved from Tang Xiaokang's body to the notice hanging on the iron gate, and soon the other person's eyes lit up.

"Boss, we are opening tomorrow. Is there anything to eat tonight?!"

"Only Cantonese-style mutton soup, if you don't mind it, you can."

A pair of eyes stared at Tang Xiaokang, as if emitting green light, giving him the illusion of seeing a wolf.

But looking at the other party's thin body, it is probably not as heavy as the slop bucket in the kitchen, Tang Xiaokang said very calmly.

Without saying anything, he walked directly towards the yard, and the other party kept shouting.

"It's okay, as long as you have something to eat, hurry up! I've been eating instant noodles for five days."

……

Take out the cooked mutton, put it on the mutton soup with a steamer to reheat, change the knife to cut it, put pepper in a bowl, put radish, put the mutton on it, and finally pour the mutton soup.

The classic Cantonese-style mutton soup appears again.

Gudong!

He swallowed subconsciously, and the rich aroma poured into Xu Shan's nose. Sitting on the table, his eyes kept looking towards the kitchen.

Originally, Xu Shan, who just wanted to get rid of the rule of instant noodles, now, after smelling the aroma from the kitchen, his heart became anticipation.

Not long after, Tang Xiaokang came out of the back kitchen with a bowl in his hand, took out the chopsticks he had prepared earlier from the disinfection cabinet, and handed over the spoon.

"Cantonese style mutton soup."

He took the chopsticks and thanked Tang Xiaokang, before he had time to think about it, he took a mouthful of soup and put it in his mouth.

The whole person froze for a moment, Xu Shan stopped there and looked at the bowl of mutton soup in front of him.

After a while, he took a second sip.

There was no admiration or praise, only the sound of Xu Shan drinking soup in the peaceful night, the deeper the night, the stronger the chill.

But a bowl of mutton soup is enough to warm you up.

Ningcheng is a good place, it is a great city, inclusive of everything, and treats everyone gently.

It is fashionable yet conservative, perfectly integrating modernity and classicism. Its unique charm attracts every arriving traveler and tolerates every human being who works and lives here.

But Ning Cheng was so harsh.

High consumption, prohibitive housing prices, and busy work make Xu Shan's dream of having a home extremely difficult.

Xu Shan is not a local. The educational advantages that other provinces and cities cannot match made him, a good student with above-average grades, resolutely apply for Ningcheng. After four years of university, he has already regarded this place as his second hometown.

Staying is a no-brainer option.

Close work, previous dreams, and the oppression of reality piled up layer by layer. This child who once made the family proud has become withdrawn again and again.

The company's strict management prevents the delivery boy from entering the park. If he has the time to go out to get food, he might as well finish his schedule early and go home to sleep. This has naturally become the thinking of every busy person in the park.

After working overtime for five days, I can only eat instant noodles for five days when I get home.

That's why Xu Shan was so excited the moment he saw the opening announcement of Dongju.

In fact, when he got off work tonight, he had a plan in mind, but at this moment, Xu Shan suddenly became hesitant when he thought about Ning Cheng who had been in his life for ten years.

The speed of drinking the soup is very fast. Although the mutton has been heated twice, because it is steamed on the mutton soup, the taste has not changed much. The tender taste and strong aroma make the meal fast Much faster than before.

"Boss checkout!"

"A total of 60 yuan was spent!"

Looking at Tang Xiaokang in surprise, Xu Shan was a little surprised. If a bowl of [-] Kuai mutton soup was placed outside, it would be the price of buying a bowl of mutton.

But Xu Shan didn't say much, and gave the money neatly.

Today's bowl of soup is worthy of the price, and my current salary is not enough to buy a house in Ningcheng, but a bowl of sixty fast mutton soup is still very easy to consume.

After collecting the money, Tang Xiaokang didn't have any extra thoughts.

Dongju's pricing is calculated from the older generation, besides, the mutton soup of my night, the mutton portion is quite a lot, and the price of Dongshan black sheep in the South China Sea is included.

The real profit of this dish is really not much.

After Xu Shan left, he cleaned up again and closed the courtyard door.

In the small courtyard, osmanthus flowers are occasionally scattered on the ground, and the rich cinnamon fragrance fills the entire courtyard.

I don't know when the moon poked out its head, sprinkled with brilliance, speckled, and the shadows of the trees whirled.

Returning to the kitchen, turning off the heat, and looking at the still warm bucket of mutton soup, Tang Xiaokang fell silent.

A bowl of mutton soup is 60 yuan, and this bucket is about ten bowls, which is 600 yuan.

The soup must not be left overnight, whether it is for the sake of taste or hygiene, this is unreasonable.

I didn't earn 600 yuan, but threw away [-] yuan instead.

This one thousand and two disappeared. For Tang Xiaokang, who did not pick up the money, it was tantamount to losing it. This number made his gums start to inflame.

Pour into the swill bucket, clean, organize the stove, mop the floor...

Tang Xiaokang finished all the finishing work with familiarity and neatness, and Tang Xiaokang did it with tears in his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see RMB with bright red eyes flapping their wings and leaving him.

Standing in the lobby, Tang Xiaokang looked at the price list posted there, hesitating for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of ​​putting a mark on the price list with a ferocious look on his face.

Thinking back to this period of time, Tang Xiaokang's arms trembled a little when he studied the wasted ingredients of mutton soup and the 1000 two hundred yuan he just lost.

The price of such Cantonese-style mutton soup is really the price of a bowl of conscience!

In the dead of night, the last light in Dongjuli was also extinguished, and the whole alley was plunged into darkness.

No one expected that in such a small alley, a century-old store was quietly reopening.

(End of this chapter)