After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

"Get up and walk around the yard again." Ding Xirui patted Chenpi.

"Ah."

"Pick up those stinky socks."

"Yes."

The moonlight was bright, and Ding Xirui and Lin Mingxuan returned to their own rooms. They fell asleep quickly after being tired during the day. At the same time, An Yumo had not yet fallen asleep. She had just counted the money and was filled with joy.

The wonton stall finally made some money. She and Xiaoqin settled the accounts and found that today's profit was about 700 coins. There were five people working together in the courtyard. They originally received monthly wages. Since they helped to run the wonton stall, An Yumo decided to give everyone an extra salary every day starting from tomorrow. Auntie and Xiaoqin had to buy vegetables, mix stuffing, and make wontons together, and each of them would receive another 80 coins. Xiaohu and Xiaobao helped to transport things, light the fire, and greet customers, and each of them would receive 50 coins. As for herself, although the remaining money belonged to her, she couldn't be disorganized. She had to take charge of everything, so she would pay herself 100 coins first, and then increase it slowly depending on the situation. There was still a surplus of 200 coins, which was placed in the cash box for daily expenses of the wonton stall.

She initially prepared ten taels of silver as capital, three taels of silver to build the stall, one tael of silver to buy pots and pans, one tael of silver for charcoal, and a few hundred coins for tables, chairs, benches, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, flour, etc. The money for the first few days of food was also paid from the capital. Now that the ten taels of silver have been used up, all future expenses will be taken from the revenue. I don't know how much profit there will be.

"The capital has not been fully recovered yet. I need to prepare a few more account books and keep clear records..." An Yumo thought as his eyelids began to droop.

On the second day, the wonton stall was open as usual. Because of its good taste and fresh ingredients, the small stall already had some repeat customers.

"Boss An, radishes are delicious at this time of year. Why don't you make some radish side dishes?" said a big brother with a long face.

"Okay, I'll do it when I get home today."

An Yumo handed him a bowl of wontons and said, "I'll give you two more." She smiled.

"Thank you, Boss An."

"Thank you for visiting us every day." An Yumo returned to the big pot and continued to cook another bowl of wontons.

"Boss, how much are the wontons?"

This voice sounds familiar.

An Yumo looked up and saw that it was Yuan Sansheng. The last time he went home, An Yumo had caught three thieves who stole his carriage and goods on the mountain road. Unknowingly, a month had passed.

"Brother Yuan, are you here to do business again?" An Yumo was surprised.

"Yes, let's go around the village again. It rained a few days ago, so there must be a lot of mountain products."

"Sit down."

Xiaoqin led Yuan Sanxing to an empty seat.

"Brother Yuan, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? What kind of wontons do you want to eat? I'll treat you." After saying this, An Yumo pointed to the wooden sign on the side of the stall.

"Have a bowl of three-fresh wontons, but you don't have to treat me. I'm here to show my support today."

"You are so polite. I have something else I want to ask you."

"That won't work either. Let's put things one way and one way. Either I give you the money or I leave." Yuan Sanxing pretended to get up.

"Okay, Brother Yuan, please wait a moment." An Yumo smiled helplessly, turned around, grabbed the big wontons and put them in the pot to cook.

"Brother Yuan, I also fried the mushroom sauce you mentioned last time, but the taste is not strong enough." While waiting for the wontons, An Yumo turned around and said.

"I asked my mother last time I went home, and she said that Miss An was my benefactor. Not to mention the cooking method, it is my duty to make mushroom sauce for Miss An for the rest of my life..."

"Aunt, you're too polite." An Yumo blushed a little.

As Yuan Sanxing spoke, he touched his sleeves and took out a piece of paper.

"I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly or remember it well, so I've written it down." He handed the paper to Xiaoqin.

"Thank you, Brother Yuan." An Yumo put down the colander, wishing he could take a look right away.

The long-faced man was listening and immediately became interested in "mushroom sauce".

"Boss An, the 'mushroom sauce' you mentioned smells delicious, can we have a taste?"

An Yumo laughed, "Okay, wait until I'm done and bring it to you to taste."

Steaming and misty, a ragged old woman passed by the stall. She looked at the wontons, touched her stomach, and moved on.

"Miss, look..." Xiaoqin pulled An Yumo's sleeve and pointed forward.

"Auntie!" An Yumo shouted.

The old woman's body tilted and she collapsed to the ground.