Rebirth of a Village Girl

Hearing this, the assistant was flattered and said: "It's not hard, this is what I should do." He didn't expect that the second master actually listened to his opinion.

I was deeply moved for a while.

After all, how often has a noble person like Mrs. Mo ever eaten at a roadside stall?

But having said that, the taste of that roadside stall is really good, the noodles, the sauerkraut, the fish fillets, once you eat it, you want to eat it a second time and a third time...

I believe the old lady will like it very much.

If the old lady's appetite improves, then she has accomplished a great feat.

As an assistant, you have to share the boss's worries.

Song Beicheng nodded and walked towards Mrs. Mo, "Grandma."

"The city is coming." Old Mrs. Mo stood up quickly, with a smile on her face.

Mrs. Mo is a kind elder and has a good relationship with her grandchildren.

Song Beicheng helped Mrs. Mo sit down, "Grandma, I heard from Mother Wu that you don't eat well again."

Mrs. Mo sighed, "Well, as we get older, our appetite is also bad and we can't eat."

Song Beicheng smiled and said: "Grandma, you are not old at all. I heard from Xiao Li that a new way of eating noodles has been launched in the morning market recently. It tastes very good. I asked him to buy it and deliver it to you tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Mo waved her hand, "Don't bother, it's a waste to send it."

Song Beicheng poured a glass of water for Mrs. Mo, "Grandma, just for Xiaodie, you have to give it a try. How can you do it without eating anything?"

When Mo Hudie was mentioned, the look on Old Mrs. Mo's face became a little sad, and she compromised: "Okay, you ask Xiao Li to send it to me tomorrow morning so I can try it. I have eaten noodles for so many years and I have never heard of it. What new ways can we make noodles?”

In fact, Song Beicheng didn't know what magic power this noodle had, but he still pretended to be mysterious and said, "You'll find out tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Mo understood Song Beicheng's filial piety and said with a smile: "Then I will wait for tomorrow morning."

Song Beicheng chatted with Mrs. Mo for a long time, then went to see Mo Hudie, and then left the Mo house.

**

Time passed quickly, and it was the next morning in a blink of an eye.

Zhu Yonghong arrived at the morning market half an hour earlier than usual. She originally thought that her stall would be overcrowded this morning, but she did not expect that Ni Yan's stall would be really overcrowded.

Before Ni Yanren arrived, there was already a queue over there.

Zhu Yonghong gritted her teeth angrily, then raised her smile and said loudly: "The meat buns are cheap, six for a dime, six for a dime." She prepared more than 3,000 meat buns today, and she will definitely make up for the loss she lost yesterday. Earn the money back.

Contrary to Zhu Yonghong's imagination, when these people heard that "meat buns cost six for a dime," they did not flock in like they did yesterday. Only two or three people came over and bought the buns for a dime because they were greedy for bargains.

How did that happen?

Zhu Yonghong's heart suddenly went cold.

Obviously, my business was very good yesterday.

What kind of ecstasy did Ni Yan feed these people?

In fact, these diners are all old customers of Ni Yan. They are used to eating pickled fish noodles, and most of them had already eaten steamed buns yesterday. How can the taste of the steamed buns be half as good as that of pickled fish noodles? And the pickled fish noodles are not very expensive, only 30 cents a bowl. It contains vegetables, noodles and soup. It is affordable and much better than just steamed buns. That’s why they came early today and queued up, waiting for Ni Yan Come and open.

After a while, Ni Yan came here on a bicycle. When everyone saw her, their eyes almost gleamed, "Little boss, you are finally here."

Ni Yan smiled and said, "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting."

A few minutes later, with the help of several diners, Ni Yan successfully set up the tables and chairs and set up the stove.

The first customer in line today was a very young man, wearing a decent white shirt. He handed the thermos box in his hand to Ni Yan and said politely: "Hello, please pack one bowl and eat one here. "

Ni Yan raised her eyes with a smile and took the thermos box, "Hello, it's sixty cents in total. Please go and sit over there first. I'll bring it to you shortly."

Li Gongcheng handed Ni Yan six cents, then walked to the empty seat next to him and sat down.

This was not the first time he met Ni Yan, but every time, this little girl could make his eyes light up.

As Song Beicheng's assistant, Li Gongcheng often followed Song Beicheng into and out of high society, and he had seen many ladies from aristocratic families, but he had never seen a lady who looked as good-looking as Ni Yan.

Even those movie stars are not even half as good as Ni Yan.

If he could marry such a beautiful wife, he would be able to wake up with a smile even from his dreams.

In fact, his own conditions are pretty good. He earns a high salary of 30 yuan per month, owns a house in the capital, and looks... he can be considered average-looking.

People in this era are relatively innocent in their thoughts, and they don’t dare to confess to a girl they like in person.

Li Gongcheng thought, should he find a middleman to make peace?

Whether this will work or not, we have to try to find out.

Just as he was thinking about something, a bowl of fragrant noodles was placed in front of him, and a clear voice came from above his head, "You eat first, the noodles that need to be packed away, I will wait for you to finish eating I’m ironing it for you, otherwise the noodles will become lumpy over time.”

What a careful girl! Li Gongcheng sighed in his heart, then raised his head and said, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." Ni Yan replied, then turned around and walked to the stall, continuing to simmer the noodles.

At this time, most of the diners brought their own bowls and chopsticks. Many people squatted on the ground to eat because there was no room, and some people took them home to eat.

Seeing that Ni Yan's business was getting better and better, Zhu Yonghong was so angry that he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Meat buns, delicious meat buns, six for a dime, six for a dime!"

Although Zhu Yonghong shouted very hard, not many people bought it.

Li Gongcheng finished the noodles quickly and was about to get up and walk over to Ni Yan when a clean and white hand appeared in front of him. It was as bright as jade, with long joints, skin like cream, and round nails that were neatly trimmed. Neat, like rows of small shells, elegant and beautiful.

At first glance, it was the hand of the rich lady. Looking at this hand, Li Gongcheng felt an inexplicable feeling of inferiority in his heart.

Ni Yan put the thermos box on the table, "Here is your noodles. I have put the spicy food in a separate bag for you. If you like spicy food, you can put some in it when you go back."

Li Gongcheng reacted quickly and said with a slightly red face: "Thank you, I understand."

Ni Yan smiled slightly, with a nice curve at the corner of his mouth, "You're welcome."

Even though there are thousands of scenery behind her, this bright smile has become a rigid background. Li Gongcheng is intoxicated in this smile. By the time he reacts, Ni Yan has already walked to the stove and started busy.

Thinking of his mission, Li Gongcheng was excited, picked up the thermal box, and quickly rode away on his bicycle.

Fortunately, Mo's house is not far from here. Li Gongcheng arrived at Mo's house in about 10 minutes.

Mrs. Mo always got up early. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking milk. Her expression didn't look good, and she forced herself to drink the milk.

"Good morning, old lady! I'm here to bring you some noodles." Li Gongcheng respectfully handed the thermos box to Mrs. Mo.