Fangjia noodle shop

The number of guests gradually decreased. Fang Mu filled the noodles ordered by the last customer and looked at the sky. It was bright outside and the breakfast time had passed. It seemed that the short period of free time before lunch was coming.

Sure enough, there were no guests after that. Zhan Bolin packed the dishes and chopsticks into the basin in the backyard, then went to the kitchen for a shake, and then started chopping firewood again.

Fang Mu saw that there was not much firewood in the kitchen, but there were plenty of bowls and chopsticks.I checked again that the noodles I had cut before were almost used up, so I started kneading and pressing a large piece of noodles that had been reconciled before on the panel.According to this kind of passenger flow, the remaining noodles must not be enough for a day, and the kneading is almost done, so I use a basin to buckle it and start to wake up the noodles.Take out the wake-up noodles in another basin, roll them out, cut them into strips, and put them aside for later use. After working like this for nearly an hour, I feel a little hungry.

Thinking that there is no time to cook meals for the two at noon, it is obviously boring to always eat noodles. Thinking of the broad chest and strong shoulders of the man in the backyard, um, pancakes.

Thinking about this, I took out a basin and filled it with flour. Well, it takes time to wake up the noodles. For the pancakes, the noodles are ready to be boiled, and an egg is added to make the pancakes firmer. I don’t want to make soup. I can’t resist hunger. Beef in sauce that is needed from time to time, eat this, and stir-fry cabbage heart.After making up his mind, he quickly started working.

Pancakes, sliced ​​beef, stir-fried cabbage.

After the meal was ready, Fang Mu went to the backyard to look for Zhan Bolin, but was dumbfounded when he saw the firewood that looked like a hill. What's left.

Zhan Bolin stopped what he was doing and looked at him.

Fang Mu came back to his senses, "Ah, it's time to eat."

Zhan Bolin nodded and went to wash his hands.Fang Mu explained casually, "Our business doesn't eat on time, so we have to find a time when there are few customers."

As soon as I sat down at the table, I heard someone shouting outside: "Have a bowl of beef noodles!"

Just as Zhan Bolin was about to get up, Fang Mu pressed his shoulder. Zhan Bolin looked at him suspiciously. Fang Mu said: "You have chopped so much firewood, let's eat first, and I will greet you." Bo Lin replied and walked into the lobby.

Zhan Bolin raised his eyelids, fell silent for a while, and sat still.

Fang Mu came back to see that the other party hadn't touched the dishes, sat down with a smile and said: "The other party only wants beef noodles, it seems that I have to buy some ingredients tonight, I can't just make two kinds of noodles."

Zhan Bolin was speechless, and saw that Fang Mu picked up the chopsticks to pick up a mouthful of food, and then started.

The soft and firm noodle cakes, the rich sauced beef taste tender and chewy, the fragrant and sweet choy sum, ordinary home-cooked dishes, but they are better than all kinds of delicacies in the past.

Fang Mu watched as the other party disposed of most of the food like a storm, then put down the chopsticks and walked to the backyard.

Seeing this, Fang Mu hurriedly said: "There is enough firewood, and the dishes and chopsticks can be washed together in the afternoon. You can rest for a while, and you have to be busy for a while at noon."

Sure enough, there was no sound of chopping wood from the backyard, but, um, what is this sound, clothes rubbing fast?Beat in place?Fang Mu held the bowls and chopsticks curiously and looked behind. At that time, his mouth became O-shaped.

Good...that's awesome!

The opponent was punching, and his figure was moving and changing. Fang Mu couldn't see the opponent's punching and closing, but he saw the afterimages, which made people dizzy.

Fang Mu's eyes turned into stars, "Zhan Bolin, can you teach me Kung Fu?"

Zhan Bolin shook his head.

Fang Mu's big eyes were full of grievances, he lowered his head in frustration, fell silent for a while, and finally muttered, "Why?"

"No time."

The voice talking to himself thought that the other party would not answer, but unexpectedly told him that he was willing. Fang Mu was overjoyed, and then considered the issue of time. Well, it is true that he has a lot of work, but he still has time to relax Yes, but my free time and his free time don't overlap much. The main reason is, why does he have to work so hard to teach you kung fu after finally being free?

"Oh..." Fang Mu was extremely depressed, with his head drooping and his shoulders drooping.

Zhan Bolin saw that Fang Mu didn't intend to speak any more, so he started another set of punches.

Fang Mu went back to the house and continued to eat.

When it was time for lunch, guests came to the door one after another, and the two became more and more busy. Zhan Bolin's way of treating guests was not satisfactory. Occasionally, some guests left who insisted on eating a certain kind of noodles, but most of them did not choose much.Fang Mu, on the other hand, was watching the noodles in the pot in full swing, paying attention to the size of the fire, and had to cut some ingredients. He couldn't be idle for a moment.

People came intermittently in the afternoon. Although they were not busy, they were not free. Zhan Bolin had no free time to wash dishes, but Fang Mu didn’t have to stay in the back kitchen all the time. When he had time, he went to the front to greet customers. less guests.

The sun was setting to the west, and there were not many people in the store. Fang Mu told Zhan Bolin to close the door and put on the shutter and latch.

Fang Mu saw the doubt that flickered in his eyes when he told the other party to close the door before, so when the other party closed the gate, he said: "Our customers are mainly people who come to the county to work or do small business, and they will return on the same day. I will have dinner here; occasionally there are some passers-by, if they arrive at night, they will basically eat at the place where they stay; the most important thing is that I will use the evening time to prepare tomorrow's ingredients."

"You close the door and go to the backyard to wash the dishes. I'll go to the kitchen. I'll go out later. You stay and look after the shop." Seeing the other party nodding, Fang Mu went back to the kitchen and started cooking soup, meat, and ingredients. , Add a good fire, and there will be nothing wrong.

He was about to go to the backyard to see how he was brushing, but before he reached the door, he heard a "pop", walked two steps quickly to the backyard, and saw a horrible scene, Zhan Bolin was sitting on a small stool, with a big Pots of bowls and chopsticks, a large bowl of bowls and chopsticks on the right, what makes people unbearable to see is the wreckage of a small pile of porcelain bowls on the left, and there is another "pop" sound, and another porcelain bowl is cracked in his hand.

"Stop, stop." Fang Mu repeatedly called to stop, and ran over in small steps, "Have you...washed the dishes?"

Sure enough, the other party shook his head.

"Let me teach you." Carefully took the broken porcelain bowl from the other party's hand and placed it on the wreckage beside him, holding a bowl in his left hand and a dishcloth in his right hand, "In this way, rub gently, Gently, turn the bowl with your left hand, gently, lightly..."

A "pop" interrupted Fang Mu's unfinished words.

Zhan Bolin's complexion sank slightly, he put the broken bowl on the left, and picked up another bowl.

Fang Mu tirelessly taught, "Don't use too much force with your hands, gently, gently..."

The sound of "pa" interrupted Fang Mu's "gentle" teaching method again.

"Then, that...then, don't move yet, and then look at mine." Fang Mu picked up another bowl, "Don't use force with your left hand, just turn this bowl, and use only a little force with your right hand. Wipe the bowl clean with a rag."

Zhan Bolin saw that the other party had finished a bowl, nodded his head to express his understanding, put down the wreckage he had just left in his hand and put it on the mountain of broken bowls that was almost like a small mound.

Pick up another bowl, relax your hands and dare not use force.

"Yes, yes, gently, gently..."

"Crack, crack, crack!"

This time it was not crushed, but as a result of being "gently" all the time, the edge of the bowl was pinched off a lot, revealing mottled and ugly marks.

Fang Mu saw that there was a newcomer on the mountain of wreckage, and it was still such a big one, and Zhan Bolin would continue to work hard, "Stop, stop, let's go here first, washing dishes can't be learned in a short time, um, today's bowl Let me do the painting, you go and rest for a while. The house on the east is mine, and the one on the west is for you to live in. There are bedding and some daily necessities in it for you to use. If you need anything, just let me know."