Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

Instead of going home directly, Zhao Xiaojing rode her bike to Fengping River again with complicated thoughts.

It was the same place where she sat last time, but this time there was an old man fishing with his white vest almost washed to the point of being see-through. Zhao Xiaojing sat behind the old man, watching him fishing with red eyes.

Zhao Xiaojing looked around. There were one or two fishermen every few meters. Some of them were using fishing rods with bright screens in the dark areas. But the area where she was sitting had light, and the old man here was still using simple old-fashioned equipment.

The fishing float was silent for a long time. The old man who was fishing turned around to get the teacup and was startled when he saw Zhao Xiaojing.

"Why are you crying? You can't catch anything but fish, right?"

"...Seeing you reminded me of my grandfather." Zhao Xiaojing made up an excuse.

"Oh, when did your grandfather pass away? Did he also like fishing?" The old man who fishes is called Wen Zhiyi, and he likes to chat with young people when he has nothing to do.

"Grandpa, why don't you use their fishing rods with light-emitting screens?" Zhao Xiaojing actually had no impression of her grandfather, so she changed the subject.

"Hey! Those kinds of things that attract attention are not used by real experienced fishermen like us. They are too utilitarian!

When we go fishing, we value the enjoyment of the unknown. This is a creative process. You have to research and make baits yourself, research what fish eat what baits, and which waters are suitable for fishing which fish. Different fish will spit out different bubbles, and the fish flowers they create are also different. Not to mention the casting and raising of the rod, the amplitude and force, all of which are very particular.

How can I be like them, stretching out the pole, turning on the screen and looking directly at whether there are fish in the water, and if there are none, I will turn on the screen again in another place. Is this fishing? This is being eager for quick success and instant benefits! This is impetuous! "

Zhao Xiaojing found Wen Zhiyi's talk novel and interesting. It was also the first time she knew the ins and outs of fishing.

"Grandpa, how many years have you been fishing?"

"Two months."

Zhao Xiaojing burst out laughing. This old man had a really funny personality, which made her sad mood fade a lot.

"Grandpa, you're so funny. When you said old fisherman, you meant his own age. I thought you meant fishing years!"

"Hey! Little girl, how old are you? Do you have a job? Why are you here alone so late to watch people fishing?" Wen Zhiyi was also amused and continued chatting.

"I'm 23 now, so I can be considered a worker."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by considered?"

"Well...I set up a stall and sold some snacks."

"Oh, I really didn't realize that! You look so young and dressed neatly, I didn't expect you would go out and set up a stall!

What snacks do you sell? How’s business going?” Wen Zhiyi became interested.

"I sell fried skewers. Business is pretty good. We sell out every day." Zhao Xiaojing feels proud when she talks about her business.

[Ding~ Random task triggered]

[Random task: Invite Wen Zhiyi to taste fried skewers. Please choose whether to accept the task]

【whether】

The voice of the system suddenly appeared in her mind. Zhao Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, then realized that Wen Zhiyi should be the old man fishing in front of her, and she chose yes without hesitation.

"Hey! What are you thinking about? I'm asking you where you're setting up your stall." Wen Zhiyi waved his hand in front of Zhao Xiaojing.

"Oh, it's in the snack alley next to Chunfeng Experimental Primary School. Grandpa, if you have time, you can go over and try it. I'll treat you!"

"Haha, that's exactly what I meant! No need for you to treat me, I'm just very curious about the stall you set up."

"I open the stall at 4:20, and students finish school at around 4:30. I usually close the stall at 5:30. I'll save some for you in advance."

"Okay! Let's put it this way." Wen Zhiyi agreed happily.

Thanks to the old man, Zhao Xiaojing was able to completely resolve her emotions.

I chatted with the old man for a while before leaving and went home to receive the refrigerator reward.

The system turned out to be a deluxe version, a 600L double-door luxury refrigerator. Zhao Xiaojing was stunned.

only……

"System, this is too big. It takes up too much space in my rental house. I don't even have room to wash vegetables or marinate meat."

[The system backpack of this system can be used continuously. You can put the refrigerator in the system backpack, and the food you want to refrigerate and freeze can be directly put into the refrigerator in the system backpack, and you can directly take the food when you need it. ]

"Does the system backpack refrigerator have power?"

【some. 】

Zhao Xiaojing was immediately delighted. "Doesn't that mean it has its own space? I can transfer it with one click when I move?"

[This system backpack only provides storage space for items produced by the system. As for space, that is the privilege of a high-level cook, which you do not have now.]

Although there is no refrigerator now, it does not mean there will be no refrigerator in the future! Besides, such a large refrigerator must consume a lot of electricity. Putting it in the system can even save electricity bills! Zhao Xiaojing was full of excitement.

【The electricity bill for the system will be automatically deducted from your bank account every month. 】

"Oh!" Zhao Xiaojing's plan to save electricity failed. Stingy!

I washed up, turned off the lights, and went to bed. I felt extremely tired after crying and had a dreamless night.

……

It was a new day. At 3:30 in the afternoon, Li Donglai began to work hard on writing the mission for field visits.

After thinking hard and finishing the editing, I quickly submitted the task, sent it to the team leader, and then rushed out.

"Hey, I'm out! Come downstairs and wait, I'll be at your doorstep soon!"

"Okay, three minutes!" Fu Wenjing acted quickly after receiving the call, grabbed the bag and ran to the side of the road.

Li Donglai, who had just driven to the place, was amazed at her speed. Usually, she would not come downstairs for half an hour when he asked her to go out for dinner or a movie, but this time she was downstairs right after the call. As expected, birds of a feather flock together, and her foodie attribute is no less than that.

"Pick up Li Feiyu today! I didn't get the hang of it yesterday, so I'm going to give it a try today." Li Donglai said excitedly while driving.

"You pick him up! You buy there every day, it's my turn today!" Fu Wenjing refused directly. Are you kidding? Who doesn't want to try setting up a stall? There is a ready-made stall to set up. She doesn't want to pick up the child!

"We clearly agreed on this yesterday!" Li Donglai became anxious.

"That was yesterday. Today is a new day." Fu Wenjing said shamelessly.

Yesterday, Li Donglai brought her some fried skewers, and she was amazed by the taste. So she said let's eat some ready-made food together today. She went to pick up her son, and Li Donglai bought some fried skewers.

But when she saw the street stall video posted by another parent on WeChat Moments in the evening, she changed her mind.

Which fried skewers stall has the owner who is embarrassed to the point of blushing when customers shout at him?

Seeing the boss frying the skewers in a daze, with his soul out of his body, and being scared by the customers' shouting, she wanted to laugh.

This socially anxious boss is so fun, she wants to go play too!

After parking the car nearby, the two headed straight for the alley.

As soon as I entered the alley, I found a group of parents gathered at the usual location of the fried skewers stall, and the boss had not yet set up his stall.

"No, this fried skewers stall is so exaggerated? There are so many people even though the stall owner hasn't come yet. It's outrageous!" Fu Wenjing asked Li Donglai in surprise.

"I don't know either! Why are there so many people today?" Li Donglai was about to cry when he saw the crowd. So many people were rushing to buy fried skewers. He even left the company early today. Aren't these people here to work? !

The parents in the crowd had the same thought: they had finally arrived early, so why were so many people coming?

The reason why there were so many people was that some people didn’t have enough fun setting up stalls yesterday, and some people were curious and came to watch the fun after hearing the news from the parents of the stalls.

"Boss! Boss, here!" Someone in the crowd first noticed Zhao Xiaojing's tricycle and shouted.

Zhao Xiaojing, who was riding a tricycle, forgot to turn the handlebars for a moment.

What's going on? Why are there so many people? Why do they look so excited?

"Boss, these are the people I developed for you!" Seeing Zhao Xiaojing riding closer, a man in flowery pants excitedly pointed at a few people and shouted to Zhao Xiaojing.

"Say hello to the boss!"

"Boss! Hello!" Several people cooperated and shouted in unison.

Zhao Xiaojing shuddered and almost turned the car around and ran away.

Help! What is this about developing downlines? If the police hear this, they won’t misunderstand that she is engaging in pyramid schemes! Why are these people so capable of making a living?

Someone in the crowd had already taken out his cell phone to take a picture of this scene. The boss's frightened expression as he wanted to run away was really hilarious.

Zhao Xiaojing resisted the urge to turn around and run away. She didn't dare to look up the whole time. She hurriedly parked the car and prepared to set up the stall.

As soon as the car was parked, the man in flowery pants helped to move the gas tank down, and his subordinates followed suit and also moved the stove out. When the parents saw that the show-off had already taken action, how could they fall behind? So they all started to work.

In two minutes, the stall was set up, the pot was placed on the stove, the fire was lit, and the oil was poured out and heated.

Zhao Xiaojing looked at this group of people and this stall in dumbfoundedness.

"Boss, I want two duck legs and five chicken racks."

"What...what duck bones?" Suddenly someone placed an order. Zhao Xiaojing couldn't keep up with the pace and couldn't react.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"I let you guys play, the boss's CPU burned out!"

"Sorry, sorry." As the crowd laughed, Zhao Xiaojing came back to her senses and hurriedly put the fried skewers ordered by the customer into the wok.

Today she only made duck legs, chicken racks, and tenderloins. The same dipping sauce for chicken legs and chicken racks was a bit repetitive, and there weren't many people ordering yesterday. With one less variety, she saved a little time and could prepare more skewers.

"Boss, one duck leg and three chicken racks! The money has just been swept."

"I want a duck leg and ten tenderloins! I've got the money."

"Beauty, give me five duck legs!"

The ordering process started. Zhao Xiaojing immediately started to fry the skewers. Once she was busy, she felt less embarrassed.

In addition to habitually preparing to brush the fried skewers, I reached out to find that the plate of fried skewers that I had just taken out to drain the oil was empty.

When the elementary school students came out, they found that the fried skewers stall had been occupied by parents, and their own parents were among the crowd.

"Mom, mom, did you buy our fried skewers?"

"Why buy fried skewers? Go line up behind! Don't delay my business!" Chao Ma, who was excitedly brushing the sauce, didn't even raise her head.

“Fragrant fried duck legs~Fried and sold right away~Don’t miss it if you pass by~”

The elementary school student, who had been expecting to eat fried skewers as soon as he came out, looked at his mother, walked to the end of the line with an indescribable look, and lined up obediently.