A time-travelling peasant girl becomes a wealthy woman

Huang Bo came here when he had some free time two days ago, and found the stall manager to rent a stall at the back.

The stalls in front had already been rented out, but fortunately the distance between each stall was wide, so the guys working together wouldn't all be crowded together.

When Huang Mulin and his team arrived, two or three stalls had already started to prepare. When the stall owners saw them, they guessed that they were new, smiled friendly, and continued to work without coming to say hello.

Huang Bo's family breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were easy to get along with and would not exclude the newcomer.

The stalls are quite clean and are cleaned every day, but littering is not allowed, otherwise you will be fined by the person in charge.

Place the buckets and pots on the ground, and then put the flower leaves on the lids. They must not get dirty.

Huang Mulin thought it would be better if there were tables, chairs and benches, but not only did it cost some money to buy them, the most important thing was that there was no place to put them, and they couldn't be pulled by a ox cart, so he had to give up.

Another issue is the weather.

It is early May now and the sun is warm, so the food will not become greasy even if it is cooled down. This is not a problem in the hot summer, but not in the winter.

If the lunch box business is doing well and making money, you can consider setting up two stoves to keep things warm when the weather gets cold so that they can also keep warm at the same time.

Soon, other stall owners gradually came over. Huang Bo's family smiled kindly at everyone. The other party looked at the wooden barrel on the ground curiously. There was a fragrance, but they couldn't tell what it was, so they smiled back and went to set up their stalls.

While the family was waiting for the workers to finish work, they picked up the leaves of the jasmine flower and began to fold them into a funnel shape, pinning them together and stringing them with small bamboo sticks to secure them in place to prevent them from falling apart.

The leaf of the zaalicia is quite large, and the funnel folded out is also not small, so it looks like a lot for a serving of rice.

At one o'clock in the morning, the workers at the dock went off work.

Some of the guys walking in front were sharp-eyed and noticed a new stall behind them. What was strange was that there were only a few covered wooden barrels and basins in front of them, and they had no idea what was inside.

Huang Jinlin saw people arriving one after another, and remembering his sister's reminder before she went out, he immediately opened the lid of the wooden barrel. Although the food had become a little cold due to the long time, the aroma was still strong.

As soon as the lid was opened, the rich aroma of meat immediately attracted the guy walking in front.

Five or six people ran straight to Huang Jinlin. When they saw the bucket filled with large pieces of braised pork and the color of the meat, their stomachs started to growl.

"This smells so good..." The leading man swallowed his saliva and asked, "How much is this?"

"Uncle, we sell boxed lunches here." Huang Haolin introduced: "One serving of rice, one spoon of braised pork, one spoon of minced meat and potato slices or carrots and pork shreds, one of the two, and some rapeseed." As he spoke, he observed the greedy expressions of the waiters: "One boxed lunch costs ten cents."

"Ten cents!?"

Not only the first few guys who arrived, but also the others who came later attracted by the aroma thought that the price was too high.

"Uncle, this is real meat."

Huang Haolin was not in a hurry. He scooped up the braised pork with a spoon while explaining to the waiters.

"Look, we have selected the freshest and best pork belly. It is fried in oil and is fat but not greasy. The cooking method is also improved by our family. It is not inferior to the braised pork at Wei Man Cheng Restaurant on North Street."

They had never been to a big restaurant like Weimancheng, but they had certainly never seen braised pork that smelled so good and looked so appetizing.

They would occasionally go to a tavern and order two dishes, but compared with this spoonful of braised pork, the difference was obvious.

But the price of ten cents is really too painful.

Guys, you look at me, I look at you, feeling very confused.

The other stall owners were busy while watching, wondering if this new family could handle it.

"What are you all standing here for?"

At some point, Tang San walked behind the crowd in front of the stall. The guy in front heard the sound and immediately made way. Tang San saw the girl who had tried to get close to him a few days ago, as well as the man and his son.

"Uncle!" Huang Mulin called sweetly, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat a box lunch? Mumu will give you an extra piece of meat~"

Originally, Tang San wanted to go to the street corner to eat a bowl of traditional Yangchun noodles, but when he heard Huang Mulin calling him and saw the extremely well-cooked braised pork, his appetite suddenly opened up.

"This braised pork is really good!" He had eaten a lot of good food before, and the appearance of this braised pork was comparable to that of the chefs in the city. "How much is it?"

"Ten cents a share."

It’s not cheap, but Tang San doesn’t lack the money, especially for dishes like this, which can be eaten with only ten cents.

"Have some."

"Okay."

Huang Jinlin quickly picked up the folded "temporary bowl", poured three spoonfuls of brown rice, a spoonful of stir-fried pork and carrots as Tang San requested, a full spoonful of braised pork, picked up five or six green vegetables, scooped a small half spoonful of gravy from the ceramic jar, and poured it on, and a box lunch was ready.

Huang Haolin handed over a pair of new bamboo chopsticks, "The leaves are easily broken, so please be careful when picking up rice."

Tang San originally didn't eat brown rice, but in this case he was not too particular.

He took the food and chopsticks and quickly picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

It’s really delicious!

Without caring about the looks from others, Tang San picked up the meat and ate it with brown rice in big mouthfuls. It seemed like he swallowed it without even chewing it a few times.

How could the people around him not understand Tang San's performance?

Huang Haolin took the opportunity to shout: "Uncle, our family provides enough rice. If you don't have enough, we can give you more rice until you are full."

Now several hesitant people gritted their teeth and bought lunch boxes.

Although it is brown rice, it is solid rice. After eating it, I will have energy to work, and maybe I can even save the dinner.

More and more people followed suit and in less than half an hour, all the food was sold out. Some waiters heard that there was a new stall and the food was particularly delicious, so they wanted to try it but they didn't buy anything.

Huang Bo apologized repeatedly: "I'm so sorry. There are only a few of us in my family, and we have farm work to do. We can only make 50 servings a day at most. If you want to eat, please get up early tomorrow."

The guys saw that Huang Bo brought a few half-grown boys and a little girl with him, and they didn't care if they couldn't get any food. They just thought that they must come early tomorrow to try it, and turned around to look for food at other stalls.

The owners of other stalls felt relieved when they saw that although the newcomer was doing good business, his portions were small and he wouldn't be able to snatch many customers.

Huang Haolin was mainly responsible for introducing the restaurant and shouting, Huang Qilin and Huang Jinlin scooped food for the guests, and Huang Bo took care of his daughter and collected money. The first day of opening was a great success.

The family packed up their things.

The leaves of the Zaili flower and the bamboo chopsticks are placed in one place. The chopsticks can be reused. After washing them at home, just boil them in hot water for a quarter of an hour to disinfect them. The leaves of the Zaili flower cannot be used anymore, but they must also be cleaned up and thrown away in a fixed place.

Huang Haolin made it clear to everyone from the beginning about the reuse of bamboo chopsticks, and said that he would clean them carefully when he got home. The guys all knew about it when they ate out, and didn't mind it.

After cleaning up and disposing of the garbage, the family went to the town entrance to wait for the oxcart returning to the village.