"Damn, what's the situation with you?" Yang Ling got up at half past nine and was eating breakfast at home when he saw Chen Xingzao riding a tricycle back.

"You know the, it's called a solid socialist secretly leaning towards bourgeoisism. Chen Xing opened his mouth and said something that he didn't know what it was.

"What are you doing here? Don't you think the food you cook in the kitchen is not delicious? I think it's okay?" Yang Ling still eats the same food that Chen Xing made in the morning, and she really doesn't know much, only some very simple dishes. For example, Laotan sauerkraut noodles with an egg.

"I'll tell you the truth, what I'm going to do next is still not legal. "Chen Xing is right, even if he starts to operate, he is still operating without a license, which street vendor can give you a certificate these days?

However, Chen Xing can be sure that what he is doing is hygienic. For this reason, he even bought gloves and masks.

It's okay to be a stall vendor, but you also have to be the professional one among the stall vendors.

Yang Ling looked at a small gas tank on the tricycle, and looked at Chen Xing with some concern, "Brother Xing, we are poor, but we can't do this thing that violates discipline." It's not a simple thing for this thing to blow up, and something will happen. ”

"No, what do you want?" Chen Xing patted Yang Ling on the back of the head, "I'm going to set up a stall." ”

After some popular science for Yang Ling, Yang Ling also knew what Chen Xing meant, as well as the project products he wanted to sell, eh, Chen Xingfei asked her to call the roasted cold noodles that.

"Is that thing really delicious?" Yang Ling said curiously.

"I'll make you a copy first. ”

Chen Xing has already started to get busy and began to modify this tricycle, fortunately he had done this before, otherwise he really didn't know how to modify it.

He thought of the Fujiwara Tofu Restaurant's Fujiwara Harata refitting the 86 and equipping the red panda with a 4A-GE 20V racing engine with 12,000 rpm and a maximum power of 240 horsepower. Later, the hood was also replaced with black carbon fibre.

And what about him? put a roof on the tricycle, connect it to a light bulb, vacate the place for a small gas tank, connect it to the pipe, as for the number of revolutions and the maximum power.

Sorry, it's all on the pedals.

People are more angry than people, Chen Xing sighed at the misery of his rebirth, and at the same time non-stop modified the tricycle in front of him.

This was done until four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Ah, it's done!" Chen Xing straightened up, everything was done now, it was really tiring to bend over and modify his waist all the time, he stretched his waist, and he was sour.

"Okay?" Yang Ling jumped out of the room, since she lived in Chen Xing's house, she began to go out less often, and she couldn't wander outside with her little brothers and sisters all day long on weekdays.

"Alright. Chen Xing was a little proud and wanted to show off his achievements.

In front of Yang Ling is a modified mobile stall car, because all of them were just bought, and now they look shiny.

"Yes, Brother Xing. Yang Ling slapped Chen Xing's shoulder with a palm, and his eyes were full of surprise when he looked at the stall truck, "I can't see that there is still this skill." ”

"Haha. Chen Xing straightened his back, who in this world doesn't like to listen to good words.

Yang Ling lived in the house for him, there was no benefit, he couldn't collect the rent, and he spent a lot of money in order to solve the problem of eating for two people.

But man is a social animal after all. If Yang Ling hadn't come, he would have taken a few looks at the tricycle with emotion, recalled the days to come, and then went to take a shower and sweat all afternoon.

But Yang Ling is here, it will be the current situation, a girl, looking at her modified tricycle with joy in her eyes, and patting him on the shoulder.

From many perspectives, this has no practical effect at all, but Chen Xing feels that this is very important, and many times, he actually wants to have this one look, such a person to share.

There will be a lot of happiness.

"I'll make you one when I come back from a shower, the first grilled cold noodles made by Chef Chen. "In this summer, Chen Xing's modified tricycle for an afternoon was already covered in sweat, but today is better than the last time he made a bed.

Anyway, now the two people in the family are making money, so the two of them still bought two fans and came back, and just blowing the sea breeze is not enough.

After taking a shower, Chen Xing showed Yang Ling a show of craftsmanship on the stall car that had just been assembled, a piece of cold noodles, two intestines, and two eggs, and his family was not distressed. Then put the onion and coriander, wrap it, coat it with the hot sauce he has prepared, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and cut it into a circle and put it in a bowl.

"Spicy, taste. Chen Xing handed his project product to Yang Ling, with expectation in his eyes, he knew that this cold noodle had a very high status in the snack industry, but it was still a little different from what others said, he hadn't made baked cold noodles for a long time, and he didn't know how much of his craft was left.

He hadn't eaten it himself, and Yang Ling had eaten this for the first time.

In Chen Xing's expectant eyes, Yang Ling took a bite of cold noodles.

Looking at the mouth that was slowly chewing, Chen Xing couldn't wait to pinch her chin with one hand and her head with the other to help her chew.

"Delicious, but a little spicy. Under Chen Xing's attention, Yang Ling expressed her evaluation of Chen Xing's project products.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's something else, sweet and sour, spicy, it's all there. Chen Xing was quite happy to get this result.

"Well, it's not like I want to hit you. Yang Ling looked at Chen Xing's smiling face and said thoughtfully, "Generally, I think it's delicious when I eat." ”

"Come on, you hurry up and eat, you have to go to work after eating, it's almost time. ”

"Really. Yang Ling looked at the time and found that it was indeed almost time for her to go to work, and accelerated the process of talking.

"Are you going to set up a stall today?" Yang Ling was so busy that he didn't forget to ask Chen Xing.

"No, I'll have to practice boxing later, I'll go again tomorrow afternoon." Chen Xing was not in such a hurry, he pointed out that the customers included students, and the students did not go to school this weekend. But it's important to test the water tomorrow.

After Yang Ling finished eating the roasted cold noodles, Chen Xing went to the Fengwei Boxing Gym with Yang Ling, one went to work, one practiced boxing, and he could be a companion on the way back and forth.

That's pretty good.

In the afternoon of the next day, Chen Xing saw that the time was almost the time for the stall vendors to leave their stalls in the afternoon, and it was also the time for the evening vegetable market to begin, so he got on the tricycle and was ready to set off.

"Don't you want me to go with you?" Yang Ling volunteered.

"Come on, you little girl, I'll go to work later, I'll go by myself." "Chen Xing went to the boxing club this morning to brush up on his physical strength and earn some proficiency.

Also today, his boxing skills were officially promoted to the fourth level.

The information in his head reads:

Boxing skills level four

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Since he was devoting more of his physical strength to exercising, his boxing skills had slowed down significantly, and as he leveled up, he gained less proficiency from the same amount of practice, making it harder to level up.

However, Chen Xing is also content, he has lived once in his previous life, and many things can be directly saved in this life, and there is enough time to upgrade these skills.

Let's see who can survive whom!

"Chen Xing, I see that everyone has a name, don't you want to take one?" Yang Ling looked at Chen Xing's stall and always felt that something was missing.

"Don't say you have a point. Chen Xing's ass moved off the mat of the car, looking at his empty shed, isn't there a thunderous name missing from it?

What is it called? Chen Xing began to think.

Yang Ling also stood aside to help Chen Xing think, what should I take?

Yes, Chen Xing took a marker pen and wrote five big characters.

"Fat house baked cold noodles. ”