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

The five days of selling fried skewers passed quickly. After the last day, Su Yuchen collapsed on the bed, exhausted as if he was about to fall apart.

From the first day she informed Zhao Xiaojing in the group that she was leaving, the customers' orders started to go crazy. Almost every order was 5 kilograms of fried skewers plus 1300 cups of milk ice or more. On the first day, just one hour after the order was placed, the order reached kilograms.

At that time, Su Yuchen had no idea about the weight of the fried skewers, and he was just happy to see everyone enthusiastically taking over.

It was not until Zhao Xiaojing glanced at her phone and saw that most of the people in the group had not started placing orders yet that the terrifying number had already been reached. She immediately made a group announcement to limit purchases, stipulating that each person could order a maximum of 5 kilograms of fried skewers and 2 cups of shaved ice.

But even so, the enthusiasm of the more than 5 people in the group remained unabated. All members went out every day, and everyone ordered the maximum quantity of 2+.

It was not until he really blasted over 1000 kilograms of meat every day that Su Yuchen realized the horror of physical labor. He was so exhausted that he felt dizzy.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiaojing does most of the work and is busy all day long, but after finishing the work she can still sit in a chair and take notes?

Su Yuchen looked straight over, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I told you to do less work, but you didn't listen. Now you know you're tired, right?" Zhao Xiaojing looked at the man who was sitting in a big posture with amusement. "Tomorrow after you finish practicing standing meditation, you can rest at home. I can go by myself."

"Oh my God! Can you take a day off from practice tomorrow? I can help you move things." Su Yuchen looked worried.

Since meeting Wei Liguo and the others, Zhao Xiaojing dragged Su Yuchen to the square downstairs every morning to learn Tai Chi. On the first day, Su Yuchen was very excited, thinking that he could finally learn a few moves.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaojing didn't teach her any moves, but just asked her to stand in a stance. It took her half an hour to teach her the stance, and she stood in a stance for five days...

Su Yuchen wanted to cry but had no tears. His legs went weak when he heard about standing still.

"No, I can move things by myself, but I need to practice standing still." Zhao Xiaojing put down her pen with a smile and helped Su Yuchen press his calf.

She just calculated the accounts for the past five days. She sold 1150 kilograms of fried skewers and 460 cups of smoothies every day, but the profits were different for different varieties.

The most she earned in a day was close to 8000 yuan, and the least she earned in a day was more than 6000 yuan. Now she has more than 14 yuan in savings.

Zhao Xiaojing felt like it was all a dream, as if it had only been a short time since she last worried about the 350 yuan rent. At that time, she only had the last or yuan left. Now, more than two months later, she actually has a six-digit savings.

Although she had to pay back most of it soon, she felt a special sense of accomplishment when she held the six-figure sum of her own earnings in her hands for the first time.

"What are you thinking about? I really don't need to go tomorrow?" Su Yuchen waved his palm in front of Zhao Xiaojing. "You're not going to have another fight, are you?"

"I don't think so. We've already agreed on it. I'll talk to her about it tomorrow." Zhao Xiaojing answered uncertainly.

Zhao Xiaojing has already brought Su Yuchen to the Wen family and told the old couple that they were leaving. Now only Dong Mei is left.

It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend and Dong Mei is on vacation. Zhao Xiaojing has already called in advance and is preparing to go over to pay back the money, and by the way, temporarily leave the things in the rental house that she will not take to Jiangcheng at Dong Mei's house.

Another night of anxiety.

The next morning, Zhao Xiaojing moved her things to Dong Mei's door. After preparing herself for it, she knocked on the door quietly.

After knocking twice, the door opened from the inside. Dong Mei looked at Zhao Xiaojing expressionlessly, and then helped carry Zhao Xiaojing's things into the small room.

The cabinets in the small room were all empty and wiped clean, obviously having been specially cleaned.

Zhao Xiaojing sighed softly, put her things away, and followed Dong Mei back to the living room.

"Aunt, here's 100,000 yuan." Zhao Xiaojing took out ten neatly stacked hundred-yuan bills from her bag and placed them on the table in front of the sofa.

Although the amount owed was 80,000 yuan, it had been borrowed for more than six years, and Zhao Xiaojing paid an additional 20,000 yuan in interest.

"You are really capable!" Dong Mei glanced at the money on the table and turned her head away, speaking with her usual sarcastic tone, "Take the extra 20,000. I wouldn't let you do this kind of work, and you're using this money to slap me in the face?"

"Third Aunt, you know I don't mean that. I will go to Jiangcheng tomorrow. I just want you to rest assured that I have the ability to make money now. You don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Go wherever you want. You have legs on your body. What's the point of me worrying about you? I can't control you!" Dong Mei still looked like a lawsuit, and spoke with sarcasm. "You can do such a shameful job, you don't listen to what the adults say, and you don't care about my and your mother's face at all. Why are you saying this now?"

Zhao Xiaojing was silent for a while and decided to make things clear.

"Aunt, I didn't want to tell you these things.

You don't know, before I went to high school, my mother told you that she worked in a cotton mill, but she was actually lying to you. You didn't interact much at that time, so you didn't find out.

She didn't go to the canteen to wash dishes because she couldn't stand the three-shift work in the cotton mill. It was just an excuse for her to wash dishes when you found out later.

At that time, the cotton mill only recruited people under the age of 35. Any formal job had an age limit, so my mother couldn't get in at all.

She lied to you because even though you rarely chatted every time you met, you would always ask her about her work and whether she had enough money to support me. She didn't want to trouble you or make you worry.

In fact, she had to get up early every day to set up a small stall to sell fried cakes, tofu pudding and porridge. After selling them, she went to work in the canteen. Sometimes she would string some beads at night and take them to the night market to earn some money.

When we were in the most difficult time, she set up a small stall in the morning, washed dishes in the cafeteria during the day, and took care of me at night and stayed up late with me to do homework. If I was hungry after studying until midnight, she would make me something to eat. I would get up at 6:30 in the morning and she would already be up and setting up the stall.

She said she didn't ask for anything else, didn't ask me to be rich, she just asked me to have a skill to support myself after I graduated from school, and not be like her.

I am good at cooking porridge, and it’s not just something I learned after she got sick, but I helped her cook it when she set up a stall before.

Later, when my mother was ill, I helped Ding Laowu's pork stall deliver lard, 20 kilograms at a time, to the fourth floor. When my mother found out, she cried, but she didn't stop me. She just said that after she left, I wouldn't starve to death.

So, Third Aunt, for me and my mother, we have done all these really hard things. Working on construction sites and setting up stalls to earn money is not shameful at all. Poor people have no face. My mother has long been indifferent to it, and so have I. "

Zhao Xiaojing had a calm face as she whispered things that she had been unable to say before and had kept hidden for her entire life in her previous life.

Dong Mei, who was standing next to her, became more and more shocked as she listened, and she stared at Zhao Xiaojing with wide eyes.

How could this be? Why is this happening?