"Boss, is there chili oil?" Li Xinrui couldn't help but ask.

She is different from Li Yuanzhi, she has been spicy and unhappy since she was a child, when she was a child, the two sisters fought a lot because of this, and Li's father and mother were also quite distressed about this, and often made the same dish into two servings, one spicy and one not spicy.

Li Xinrui looked at this plate of light egg fried rice, although she admitted that both the color and the fragrance were very attractive, but she really couldn't arouse the desire to eat.

Li Yuanzhi reacted at this time, and suddenly said to Zhang Ping: "I'm sorry, boss, my sister is not spicy or happy, I forgot to remind you." She smiled apologetically, "But boss, since you're a restaurant, you should have chili oil, right?"

"It seems that there is, wait for me to get it for you. ”

This is the first time that a guest has made such a request, so Zhang Ping was also stunned for a while, but he remembered that there seemed to be chili oil in the refrigerator, because the original owner of Zhang Ping's body was also a person who loved spicy food, so he was ready to have it.

When I opened the refrigerator, it was empty, with only various sauces, and the largest bottle was the chili oil made by Hara Zhangping.

Took a small dish and put it on Li Xinrui's table.

"Thank you to the owner. Li Xinrui is more introverted than Li Yuanzhi, but now she is polite.

Then Zhang Ping saw Li Xinrui pour a whole plate of chili oil into the fried rice, and mixed a plate of golden fried rice into red, which made Zhang Ping's heart tremble.

Anyway, Zhang Ping doesn't like this kind of eating method with too much stimulation, and the right amount is okay, but it is absolutely impossible to be as mad as Li Xinrui.

Li Xinrui didn't scoop a spoonful of it until the chili oil was stained on every corner of the fried rice, and squinted happily after eating it in her mouth.

"Sure enough, as the old lady said, boss, your egg fried rice is definitely delicious in the world. I don't know how she can tell the taste of egg fried rice from the chili oil, anyway, she was full of praise after eating, but then she shook her head and said: "It's a pity that the taste of this chili oil is not very good, the spicy taste is not right, and it has a little bitter taste, and it is not fragrant at all, compared with egg fried rice, it is like two people making it." ”

Isn't it just two people doing it, Zhang Ping pouted, but he still thought about it in his heart.

Now that he has decided to open a restaurant, he naturally has to think about it, and small condiments such as chili oil can indeed be prepared, but the ones in the refrigerator are definitely not good, and he has to do it himself.

After sending off the two sisters of the Li family, Zhang Ping closed the door directly and went to the supermarket and vegetable market to buy the materials he wanted.

Pound several kinds of dried chili peppers into chili noodles, mix them with clear oil and a little white wine, fry them with green onions, ginger slices, and other spices to create a fragrant flavor, and fry the white sesame seeds until the color is slightly yellow, then mix the chili noodles with hot oil, and the rich fragrance instantly fills the whole kitchen.

"That's it!"

Zhang Ping clapped his hands, and without hesitation, he poured out the previous bottle of chili oil and replaced it with his own.

Although the ordinary food materials used on the earth can be used by Zhang Ping, it is naturally extraordinary, the spicy taste is introverted, the aroma is scattered, and the red and bright oil color makes people speak with gusto.

I don't know if it's because Zhang Ping launched a new chili oil, or because of the word of mouth of the customers who have eaten his egg fried rice, Zhang Ping's business is getting more and more prosperous, and in the next ten days, he easily earned enough 20,000RMB to buy ginseng, and one day he sold 50 servings of egg fried rice in one day, which made Zhang Ping tired enough.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, but since the money was enough, Zhang Ping couldn't wait to close the door and buy the ginseng, but before he could leave the counter, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

It was an old lady in her sixties, gray-haired, hunched, and with a thin body, but her legs and feet were quite dexterous.

What made Zhang Ping frown was that in such a cold weather, the old lady was dressed very thinly, and her hands, which were exposed like dead trees, were frozen red, but it was such a dress, which was still sewn and mended, and it had been washed white.

Zhang Ping clearly saw that the old lady was obviously carrying a fiber bag, which was supposed to contain discarded plastic bottles, but before entering the store, she put the bag outside and did not bring it in.

"Boss, do you have any steamed buns? Bring me two steamed buns, and then drink boiled water from you." The old lady found a corner and sat down, and said to Zhang Ping.

The old lady's name is Deng Miaowen, because she saw that there was a small shop here, and it was really cold outside, so she came in and sat down, but she was reluctant to let her order other things, and it was almost time for dinner, so she ordered two steamed buns.

"There's only egg fried rice here, no steamed buns. Zhang Ping glanced at Mrs. Deng, and there was a wave in the depths of her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

"Egg fried rice?" The old lady was still hesitating to grit her teeth and order one, but at a glance she saw the menu behind Zhang Ping.

"A hundred......! I'm really sorry boss, I'll go first, wife. The old lady was taken aback at first, and then apologized to Zhang Ping, she came in to occupy a place, but she didn't order anything, which made the old lady a little embarrassed, but she couldn't be willing to spend this money on egg fried rice for a hundred yuan.

After saying that, she walked to the door, she just came to fill her stomach, and of course she didn't want to spend so much money.

Fingers knocked on the counter, seeing that she was about to leave, Zhang Ping hesitated for a moment, but still said lightly: "If you don't eat my fried rice, you won't eat it, anyway, there will be a chance in the future, but there is only one human life, if you give up, there will be no second chance." ”

Deng Miaowen paused, but then shook his head and said, "What is the little boss talking about? ”

Even so, she didn't dare to turn around to look at Zhang Ping's eyes.

Zhang Ping said: "Don't look at my young face, but I can see that people are very set, the expression on your face is telling me that you have already had the idea of committing suicide, but now there is still a pillar to support, once that pillar collapses, you will also end your life by yourself." ”

And that death will is not impulsive, but a decision made after careful consideration, with Zhang Ping's tens of thousands of years of vision, Zhang Ping has already seen it clearly the moment Deng Miaowen entered the store.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Deng Yaowen's thin body was shocked, although Zhang Ping couldn't see her expression, but he also knew that the other party must be very excited, I saw that she didn't mean to stay in this restaurant anymore, and she was about to leave, as if she was running away from something.

"We're just strangers anyway, so why don't you tell me that maybe I can help you? Besides, even if I can't help anything, we won't be able to affect any of us. Zhang Ping still has that calm tone, but the words he said are inexplicably convincing.

Deng Yaowen turned to look at Zhang Ping, who just smiled at her.