Taking my daughter to open a breakfast shop and making millions of people cry

In the middle of the night, a figure walked on the road, pushing a bicycle with both hands, looking embarrassed.

Gao Bo's authentic migrant worker, after graduating from junior high school, he wandered outside alone, ran all over large and small cities, and finally stabilized in Nancheng and became a substitute driver.

The chauffeur industry is not as easy as imagined, and every day in front of a variety of customers, most of them are drinking.

People who drink have all kinds of tempers, not only that, but some will even scold you for no reason.

Gao Bo is not the first time to encounter, a little suffocated, people are going to be unlucky, drink cold water and plug their teeth, customers send home, bicycle tires are pierced again.

There was no way, so I had to push the bicycle for a few miles.

Since it was too late, all the repair shops were closed, and my stomach was grumbling with hunger.

When passing through the intersection, he saw the lights of the small shop not far away, and he couldn't manage so much, so he first found a place to eat.

Jingle bell~

push open the door, and the wind chimes on the door jingle.

"Sorry, it's closed anymore, if you want to eat, come over tomorrow."

Ye Cheng stirred the minced meat and put it in the refrigerator, raised his head, looked at the figure at the door, and smiled apologetically.

"Boss, don't you have anything to eat, I pushed my bicycle for a few miles, I haven't eaten dinner yet, can you make something casual?"

Gao Bo saw the kettle and teapot at the table, filled it with his own care, and sat at the table near the kitchen.

"Only some spinach, ready to take home, or cook you bowl of noodles?"

Ye Cheng picked up the spinach in the bag and shook it.

These were all sent by the stall owners when they went to buy goods, and asked Wang Xue and the three of them to bring back some, and the rest was ready to take home to cook vegetable soup for the little one.

"Trouble."

Gao Bo looked apologetic.

Thinking that the shop owner had a busy day, he could finally go home and cook noodles for his uninvited guest, and his heart was even more careless.

The warm tea into the stomach, the whole person has strength, heard the hot oil "moisture" sound from the kitchen, and looked up.

The figure in the kitchen moves like a stream, just watching it is a pleasure.

The scent came slowly from the kitchen.

"Fragrant noodles."

Gao Bo sucked in his saliva, looked at the clear soup noodles placed in front of him, and couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks.

The milky white soup and the emerald green color of spinach make people feel appetizing, I don't know if it's because I'm too hungry, I always feel that this ordinary noodle is full of aroma.

Pick up a wisp of noodles, don't care about burning your mouth, suck it into your mouth in one breath, the hot noodles exude a faint meat aroma, and it is so familiar with the taste of fried chives.

He picked up the bowl in both hands, took a sip of the noodle soup, closed his eyes and savored it.

What a familiar taste.

He rummaged desperately in his memory, summoning this smell, and his nose soured.

Lowering his head, his noodle bowl was eaten in one gulp.

It's the taste of my mother, and the hand-rolled noodles made by my mother are this taste, but this taste seems to be only in the memory of the teenager.

After coming out to wander, except for a day or two after going home for the New Year every year, I never went back.

When he goes back once a year, his parents are one year older, and he is really unfilial.

"Boss, how much?"

"No need to give money, this is not sold in the store, it's not early, go home quickly."

Ye Cheng packed up the tableware, washed it in the kitchen, and quickly put it in the disinfection cabinet.

Family?

Hearing the words "go home", Gao Bo was stunned, "Thank you."

Before leaving the door, he turned around, "Boss, what time is your shop open for noon?"

"10:30, if you want to come early."

"Good."

Gao Bo walked out of the small shop, I don't know why, when he faced the cold wind again, he suddenly felt that it was not so cold, and pushed his bicycle to walk quickly on the street.

Ye Cheng looked at the distant figure, frowned slightly, locked the shop door, and rode back home on an electric car.

Is it that the noodles he made are too unpalatable, why do the guests have strange expressions, red eyes, and seem to have the urge to cry?

Along the way, he pondered it.

Ye Fei thought that this guest would appear at noon the next day, but he thought wrong, and the guest did not appear for three or four consecutive days.

It seems that the spinach noodles cooked that night are indeed very difficult to eat, otherwise the guests will show up on time at noon the next day.

The day before the competition, Ye Cheng boiled red bean soup and beef bone soup in the usual order, turned off the stove in the cage drawer, and stared intently at the soup pot.

Wang Xue and Zheng Junwei carried the table and put it in the old position at the door, and put a few baskets of buns on the stove outside the door.

A taxi stopped on the side of the road in front of the door, three figures came down from the back seat, the man paid, supported one of the old people, and walked slowly into the store.

"Boss, can you order something now?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait a little longer."

"Okay, then let's go outside and wait."

"Just wait in the store, it won't take a few minutes."

Ye Cheng gently stirred the soup pot, raised his head, and nodded slightly when he saw the man at the same table as the two old men.

"Boss, thank you for the spinach noodles that night, I think a lot of things clearly."

Gao Bo looked grateful.

In the past, he defined a home as having his own house and car in a city.

But after that night, he thought a lot, ran outside for so many years, and looked back to find that he had thought wrong from the beginning.

Only where there are loved ones are called home, even if it is rented a house, every day when I go back, there is a mother's hush and warmth, a father's teaching, and a warm meal.

"It's just a bowl of noodles."

Ye Cheng smiled faintly, heard the alarm clock ringing, and turned off the stove fire, "You can order something, what to eat?"

"Three bowls of beef bone soup, ten meat buns, six tea eggs."

Gao Bo paid the money, listened to his mother's nagging, and suddenly felt very happy.

The queue at the door kept walking into the small shop, the old customers greeted Ye Cheng, everyone knew that the second food competition would start tomorrow, I don't know what kind of works Ye Cheng will come up with?

"Boss Ye, I just happen to have a holiday tomorrow, so I must go and cheer you up."

"And me, Uncle Ye, tomorrow our school is on holiday, many of our class are your fans, make an appointment to cheer you on, we even have a brand."

"Boss Ye, you have a good popularity, men and women of all ages kill."

"Don't say that if this boss is a woman, it's none of your business."

......

The corner of Ye Cheng's mouth twitched, and these people were joking more and more bottomlessly.

During this time, he thought of three dishes, the last one, he really couldn't think of what to do, it was both ordinary and able to show his craftsmanship, and he couldn't think of it after racking his brain.

There were fewer and fewer customers in line, and Chen Yuncai, who was in the next store, came out of the shop and strode into Ye Ji, "Boss Ye, bring me twenty meat buns and two bowls of beef bone soup."

She lay her hands on the countertop, her face full of smiles.