Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

The fried rice was handed to the boy, who was a little shy.

"I am Yang Ziping from Class 7, Grade 11 at the town's middle school. I will definitely come to return the money to you tomorrow."

After saying that, he grabbed the fried rice and ran off.

Lin Xiaoqian blinked. Anyway, no one was coming tonight, so she figured she might as well consider it fate that she met this child.

I looked down and saw an ID card on the table.

Lin Xiaoqian picked it up and looked at it. It really was named Yang Ziping. What an honest kid.

After tidying up the kitchen and closing the shop, I rode my electric scooter home.

The house was quiet, and the lights were still on in the living room.

After quietly washing up, I lay in bed. Home is still the most peaceful and comfortable place.

I made eight bowls of fried rice today and charged 49 yuan. There were some costs to be deducted, so I probably only made a small profit from the labor.

I need to get some more eggs tomorrow. Oh, and the delivery guy said I can contact the manufacturer to get a free display case for cold drinks. I need to remember to find their contact information tomorrow.

Lost in thought, Lin Xiaoqian fell asleep.

Lin Xiaoqian slept until she naturally woke up, checked her phone and it was seven o'clock. She scrolled through her phone in bed for a while before getting out of bed to wash up.

This morning I wanted to drink the soup from that street vendor, so yesterday I told my grandma not to save any breakfast for me.

I rode my electric scooter to the san tang shop.

The shop was still quite crowded in the morning. It has been open for several years and is always packed with customers.

Lin Xiaoqian was a little envious, wishing that her shop could have customers like this shop someday.

Lin Xiaoqian ordered a bowl of porridge with an egg, and a three-yuan fried dough stick with some pickled vegetables. She ate it with relish.

The rich chicken soup was topped with tiny egg drop pieces and sprinkled with chopped scallions and cilantro. Lin Xiaoqian picked up a spoon and took a sip; it was so delicious that her eyebrows almost fell off.

The fried dough sticks are golden brown. When you pick one up and take a bite, the crust is crispy and makes a soft "crunch crunch" sound in your mouth.

Lin Xiaoqian pressed the fried dough directly into the soup, then scooped it out and took a bite. It was fresh, fragrant, and crispy—it was incredibly delicious.

Take a bite of the crisp and tender pickled radish and put it in your mouth. It's not salty, but slightly spicy, and it goes perfectly with the fried dough sticks in the soup.

This life is wonderful! She has such a great appetite.

After a hearty meal, Lin Xiaoqian lazily rode her electric scooter to the market, bought some eggs and other vegetables she wanted, and then returned to the shop.

The internet is so convenient these days. She found a beverage manufacturer that provides cold drink display cases online, but after calling to inquire, she discovered that a business license was required.

Lin Xiaoqian then realized that he was now operating without a license and quickly ran to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to apply for a license.

The Industry and Commerce Bureau asked her to provide the name of her shop. After thinking for a moment, she wrote down the name of her shop: 'Xiao Qian's Restaurant'.

Besides the business license, there were a bunch of other certificates to obtain, so Lin Xiaoqian simply got them all that she could.

As a result, it took a whole day to get the certificate, and by the time everything was finished it was already afternoon.

Lin Xiaoqian didn't go to the store; she went straight home and lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

Grandma Lin brought chicken broth tofu pudding and sesame balls home after get off work, so we don't need to cook at home tonight.

Grandma Lin is a very open-minded grandma. She didn't say that street food is junk food and can't be eaten. She is an old lady who is very willing to try new things.

When I don't feel like cooking, I just go to the street to buy something to eat; I have a good attitude.

The grandfather and grandson lowered their heads and took a sip of thick, salty soy milk, then took a bite of a crispy on the outside and soft on the inside sesame ball filled with red bean paste, enjoying themselves immensely.

Lin Xiaoqian stirred the orange pickled vegetables with a spoon to make them more even, and chatted with her grandmother.

"Grandma, I went to apply for a business license today."

Grandma Lin looked up and said, "Oh right, my dear, you need to get a license to open a shop. I'm so forgetful, I've completely forgotten about it."

Lin Xiaoqian waved her hand: "It's okay, everything's taken care of. I'll go pick it up in a few days. I was just thinking, they asked me to name the shop, and guess what I came up with?"

Grandma Lin asked curiously, "What's the name? Is it a restaurant called Lin Xiaoqian's Restaurant?" Then she laughed.

Lin Xiaoqian was stunned: "Grandma, is it that easy to guess?"

Now it was Grandma Lin's turn to be stunned: "A restaurant really called Lin Xiaoqian?"

Lin Xiaoqian took a bite of the sesame ball hesitantly: "Pretty much, let's call it 'Xiaoqian's Restaurant'."

Grandma Lin laughed when she heard this: "You're just like your dad, you can't name anything. Your name was given to you by your dad. He said you don't need to be rich and powerful, just have a little money, so he named you Xiaoqian (Little Money)."

Lin Xiaoqian's parents died in an accident when she was in elementary school. As she grew older, her memories of her parents seemed to become increasingly blurred.

Her grandmother was her only support; in front of her, she was always strong, optimistic, and a person who made her feel extremely safe.

But in fact, the first few years were tough, and Lin Xiaoqian often saw her grandmother secretly wiping away tears in her room.

In recent years, time has eased the sadness, and as Lin Xiaoqian has grown up, the lives of the grandfather and grandson have gradually improved.

Therefore, when the grandmother and granddaughter chat, they don't deliberately avoid mentioning her parents.

As they were chatting, Grandma Lin took out her phone and operated it.

Lin Xiaoqian's phone displayed a transfer notification.

"Grandma, why are you transferring money to me?"

Grandma Lin put down her phone and said with a smile, "Although your shop doesn't lack anything, you still need to redo the storefront and renovate the shop according to your preferred style."

Looking at the 50,000 yuan displayed on her phone, Lin Xiaoqian's eyes welled up with tears.

"Thank you, Grandma!"

Grandma Lin scolded, "Silly child, why are you being so formal with your grandma? Alright, go back to your room and rest after you've finished eating. Think about how to decorate the shop."

Lin Xiaoqian stood up: "I still have to go to the store."

Grandma Lin tidied up the dishes on the table: "It's almost seven o'clock, why are you still going to the store?"

Lin Xiaoqian told him about how Yang Ziping had hidden his ID card last night.

Grandma Lin sighed, "I know that child. He's so pitiful. His parents are both working away from home and are rarely there. His only family member is his grandfather, who I heard fell ill a few months ago. There's no one at home to cook a hot meal. He probably left his ID card because he really had no money and went home to call his parents for money."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoqian couldn't help but recall when she was in middle school. Once, her grandmother accidentally fell off her bicycle and was hospitalized for a few days. Unable to cook for her, she gave her money to buy food. One time, she only had 50 cents left in her pocket, and she was so sad that she kept wiping away tears.

Grandma Lin's guess was correct; by the time Lin Xiaoqian and Yang Ziping arrived at the shop, it was almost nine o'clock.

Lin Xiaoqian was about to give up and close the shop when Yang Ziping came running over, panting heavily.

"Sister, I, I went to the bank to withdraw money. I'm late. I'm so sorry."

Lin Xiaoqian told him to come into the shop and rest for a while, and gave him a glass of water.

"Thank you, sister. This is the money for the fried rice." Yang Ziping handed Lin Xiaoqian a red 100-yuan bill.

Lin Xiaoqian hesitated, "I don't have any cash." Thinking of similar experiences, she added, "Just consider it my treat, a bowl of fried rice."

After saying that, she returned his ID card to him.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ziping still insisted on giving her 100 yuan: "The fried rice you make is delicious. Consider this 100 yuan as payment for your meal in advance. I will come every night from now on."

"Huh? This." Before Lin Xiaoqian could finish speaking, Yang Ziping tried to run away again, but Lin Xiaoqian grabbed him and stuffed the money into his hand.

"Don't run away. What I meant was that my shop will be under renovation for the next few days and will be closed."

Yang Ziping looked somewhat disappointed.

But there was nothing he could do. He said, "It's okay, I'll come back for dinner after you've finished decorating." Then he broke free from Lin Xiaoqian's hand, threw the money on the table, and ran away.

Lin Xiaoqian exclaimed: What a sporty kid!