After a male student transmigrated into the body of a widow,

Early in the morning, Gu Lin and Zheng Hao arrived in the county town. The stall was still the same one, but in order to have a fixed stall so that customers wouldn't have trouble finding him, Gu Lin specially gave two servings of cold dishes to the street manager, saying, "These are homemade, here's some snacks for you to have with your drinks."

The street official naturally knew that the cold dish that had been making headlines these past few days was made by the young man in front of him. Even though a tube of vegetarian dish cost seven coins, there were still plenty of people vying to buy it. Although he wanted to buy some, he could never get any. Now that the other party had delivered it to his door, he accepted it with a smile.

The street official took out a wooden sign and said, "You can set up your stall for a month after you pay half a month's rent, but only in the morning. Don't talk about it outside."

There are various ways to rent stalls in the county town, but they are limited to daily rentals. Some people rent in the morning, some in the afternoon, and some for the whole day. Gu Lin only sets up his stall in the morning. He pays half a month's rent upfront, and if the street officials turn a blind eye, he can rent for a whole month at once. This way, he doesn't have to worry about not being able to get his favorite stall every day.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll keep my mouth shut," Gu Lin said.

Hearing the other party use such precise language, the neighborhood official assumed they were a competent person and felt relieved. Besides, even if something went wrong, he didn't need to worry; he could shift all the blame onto the other party and absolve himself completely.

Upon arriving at the stall, Gu Lin first went to the noodle stall next door and ordered two bowls of noodles cooked in clear broth. Since they had rushed out in the morning, neither he nor Zheng Hao had eaten breakfast. After pouring the cold dishes into the noodles and mixing them well, Gu Lin gave one bowl to himself and one to Zheng Hao. When the customers arrived, they saw the two of them, one big and one small, standing behind the stall, enjoying the delicious cold dishes.

Smelling the aroma of the cold dishes, some people who hadn't eaten breakfast yet started queuing up, their stomachs growling. They looked at the guy in front of them with slightly resentful expressions and said, "Boss, we want to eat cold dishes too."

Gu Lin quickly swallowed the eggplant salad in his mouth and explained, "I'm so sorry everyone, I forgot to eat breakfast when I rushed here to sell cold dishes this morning. I'm almost done eating now, so I can start making the cold dishes right away."

Hearing that he had come to do business without having eaten breakfast, the others couldn't bring themselves to blame him: "It's alright, take your time eating. If we really can't hold on any longer, we'll go buy some other food to tide us over."

Despite saying that, no one left the group. Someone smelled the aroma of the cold dishes and, seeing Gu Lin eating noodles, asked, "Boss, does it taste good when noodles are added to the cold dishes?"

After finishing the last bite of noodles and cold dishes, Gu Lin replied, "Delicious, it doesn't affect the taste of the cold dishes and noodles at all."

After he finished speaking, he took out bamboo tubes one by one, and the guests crowded around them.

Unexpectedly, the first guest was someone Gu Lin knew somewhat.

Chen Wu stroked his black beard and said with a smile, "Brother, your business is really booming. I was a little delayed yesterday, and when I came back, you and your stall were gone."

Gu Lin laughed and said, "Look at what you're saying. It's just a small business, it doesn't deserve such praise from you."

He opened a bamboo tube and poured the cold dish into a large bowl, saying, "From now on, I'll set aside a portion for you every day. Is that alright?"

Chen Wu held special significance for Gu Lin. The reason why the cold dishes were able to make a name for themselves on the first day and sell so well afterwards was partly because Chen Wu was willing to be the first to try something new and the results were excellent. Gu Lin had a very good impression of Chen Wu.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wu's smile deepened. "If that's possible, that would be wonderful." He continued, "However, I'm not exaggerating. Ever since my grandparents started eating your cold dishes, they haven't enjoyed anything else. Yesterday, I couldn't buy any cold dishes, and they gave me a good scolding when I got home. That's why I came over early this morning. Young man, quickly prepare six portions of cold dishes for me. Make this amount every day from now on, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to my grandparents."

Gu Lin was amused by the other party's long speech: "Then you can rest assured today. The stall has added dried tofu, which is delicious and smooth when used in cold dishes. The elderly love it the most. I guarantee that you won't be scolded by your grandparents when you take it home."

Upon hearing about the addition of new cold dishes, Chen Wu couldn't help but become interested, recalling the taste of the cold dishes he had the other day: "Then I'll have to savor them properly."

Gu Lin's hands moved incredibly fast; in the time it took to speak, he had finished preparing the cold dishes Chen Wu had ordered: "Because we've added dried tofu, the price of the cold dishes has increased by one coin. Six tubes of cold dishes will cost forty-eight coins in total."

"Okay." After paying, Chen Wu said, "I'll come back to buy more tomorrow."

First, Chen Wu delivered five portions of cold dishes to his home, then took the remaining portion to Fu Man Lou.

The waiter greeted him warmly upon his arrival: "Manager Chen."

Chen Wu waved his hand, signaling the waiter to come over: "Go and bring me a bowl of noodles that have been scalded with water."

Seeing that Manager Chen had something to tell him, the waiter's face beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum: "Please wait a moment, I'll go right away."

Upon arriving at the restaurant's kitchen, the waiter relayed Manager Chen's words to the head chef. The head chef, finding it strange, asked, "Are you sure you didn't mishear? Manager Chen only wants a bowl of noodles that's been blanched in plain water?"

The waiter patted his chest and assured him, "Master, don't worry, I'm sure I heard correctly."

Seeing the other party's confident assertion, the head chef felt even more puzzled. Others might not understand Chen Wu, but he knew all too well how picky this old fellow was. In the past, whenever he asked the kitchen to prepare food, he would always give a long list of instructions, such as not to put in this ginger, and that garlic should be sliced ​​and sautéed to release its aroma, going on and on. However, the head chef had to admit that it was precisely because of Chen Wu's picky palate that Fu Man Lou's business was getting better and better.

Who knows what the head chef in the kitchen was thinking about him? After the waiter brought the noodles over, Chen Wu opened the bamboo tube and poured the cold dishes into the noodles. Before he even mixed them, a fragrant aroma wafted up and wafted into his nose. Even though he had smelled it many times before, Chen Wu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Just then, a few people walked in from outside. The one in the lead asked, "What's that smell?"

Chen Wu looked over upon hearing the sound, his expression one of surprise: "Young Master!"

He didn't even bother with the cold dishes he had been looking forward to, and hurriedly stepped forward to bow. Fang Jiyue raised his fan forward and said, "Manager Chen, there's no need for such formalities. I'm just here to check on the restaurant on behalf of my father."

Chen Wu dared not take the first half of the sentence seriously: "Young Master, please go upstairs and rest first. It might disturb you if there are too many people in the lobby later."

Fang Jiyue shook his fan and said, "There's no need for that. I've always enjoyed lively places with lots of people."

Then he looked at Chen Wu and asked, "Manager Chen, I wonder what kind of food smelled that when I came in just now? Could it be a new dish developed by the restaurant?"

After hearing this, Chen Wu realized what the other person was talking about and explained, "It's not a new dish developed by the restaurant, but a cold dish that I bought from a street stall."

"Oh? Cold dishes?" Fang Jiyue waved his hand, opened his fan, and looked on with curiosity and curiosity.

The person asking the question was the young master, not someone he could easily fool. Chen Wu turned and walked to the counter, picked up the cold dishes, and walked up to Fang Jiyue, saying, "Young master, these are the cold dishes."

Looking at the various kinds of vegetables covered in chili oil in the other person's bowl, Fang Jiyue smelled a rich, sour and spicy aroma at the same time: "Manager Chen, where can I buy these cold dishes? I'll send someone to buy them."

Chen Wu shook his head and said, "There's only one cold dish stall in the whole county. Although the stall is small, it does better business than some small teahouses. If you go now, it'll probably be sold out by now."

Fang Jiyue was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this: "Is that so..."

Seeing the other party's expression, Chen Wu felt it inappropriate to keep the cold dish all to himself and said, "I haven't eaten this bowl of cold dish yet. If the young master doesn't mind, you can try it."

Fang Jiyue looked up, a smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Uncle Chen, what are you saying? How could I possibly find fault with you?"

Chen Wu's eye twitched. As expected of the little fox born of the old fox, he was indeed shrewd. When he had no demands, he was Manager Chen; when he needed something, he was Uncle Chen.

Fang Jiyue was unaware of Chen Wu's thoughts. After receiving the cold dish, he couldn't wait to start eating. The first bite was of dried tofu, which was spicy and tender. Fang Jiyue's eyes lit up instantly. He finished the whole bowl of cold dish, along with the noodles, without leaving any for Chen Wu.

Fang Jiyue looked up at Chen Wu, showing no sign of being tempted by the food. His expression was slightly reserved: "Uncle Chen really didn't lie to me. This cold dish is really delicious, with a rich aroma, sour and spicy flavor, and a refreshing and appetizing taste."

Chen Wu looked at the cold dishes the other party had finished eating and said, "Young master has a discerning eye."

Fang Jiyue raised an eyebrow, ignoring the other party's polite words, his eyes carrying a hint of meaning: "Uncle Chen, have you ever thought about buying this cold dish recipe?"

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After mixing cold dishes for two consecutive days, Gu Lin's hands were already incredibly sore, but he dared not slow down because there were mouths lining up in front of him waiting to eat.

At this moment, Zheng Hao walked over from the front and said, "I'll mix the cold dishes, you go to the front."

Gu Lin looked at him hesitantly: "Are you sure you can?"

Instead of getting angry at being doubted about his abilities, Zheng Hao said, "I've seen you practice for two days and you've already mastered it."

After hearing this, Gu Lin decided to give the other party a chance. Seeing Zheng Hao skillfully pouring, mixing, and serving the dishes after taking the tools from his hands, Gu Lin abandoned his previous hesitation and went to the front to take Zheng Hao's place.

Seeing this scene, a guest said to Gu Lin with a hint of envy, "Young master is lucky to have such a good son who knows how to appreciate his father's hard work."

Although he is Zheng Hao's stepfather on the surface, Gu Lin is an eighteen-year-old young man in both his past and present lives, and it is difficult for him to regard Zheng Hao as his own child. However, this does not mean that Gu Lin regards Zheng Hao as a stranger. To him, Zheng Hao is a younger brother who is similar to him and suffered many misfortunes in his childhood.

Turning to look at Zheng Hao's earnest and busy movements, Gu Lin could clearly feel that the other party's rejection of him was gradually decreasing in the past few days. He sincerely felt happy and said, "The child is sensible and lovable."

Gu Lin greeted the guests, and the bamboo tube was passed between the two men's hands. He turned his head again and saw that there was still half a bamboo tube left. He said, "Xiao Hao, you take a rest and let me do it."

Zheng Hao turned around but didn't move away. He handed the prepared cold dish to Gu Lin and said, "No need, I can do it. You're too weak. It's easier for me to mix the cold dish."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Gu Lin felt embarrassed, because he, a grown man, was not as efficient as a child when it came to work.

But seeing Zheng Hao's swift and tireless movements, Gu Lin had to admit that it was best to let him do it. Apart from some sweat on his face, he showed no signs of fatigue, and his arms were not trembling. Gu Lin said, "If you can't keep going, call me. Don't push yourself."

Zheng Hao nodded and turned around to continue mixing the cold dishes.