If you feel like you, you act.

At about half past nine o'clock that night, there were still a few spiced snails on Zhou An's stall that had not been sold, and the crayfish had all been cleaned and slippery, Zhou An took off the disposable gloves on his hand and said to Zhou Jian: "You look at the stall, I'll buy some supper to eat!"

"Buy supper to eat, big brother, we're selling supper!"

Zhou Jian had a question mark on his face.

"The shrimp are sold out, can the snails be full?"

Zhou An glanced at him funny, not interested in talking to him in detail, took a few dozen yuan, waved his hand and walked towards the crockpot soup shop.

"Laughing crockpot soup".

It's the name of this crockpot soup, a very capricious store name, anyway, Zhou An thinks that this name is average and has no characteristics.

When Zhou An entered, the store was empty, except for a thin young man about 30 years old sitting behind the bar in a daze, there were no customers.

It's just magical!

In the food street, a place with a huge flow of people, it is possible to do business like this, in Zhou An's opinion, this also requires some ability.

Hearing the sound of footsteps entering the store, the emaciated young man at the bar in a daze immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hello, what do you want?"

After asking, he was surprised to recognize Zhou An, "You...... You're Yasuko, the owner of Raging Crayfish?"

Zhou An smiled and nodded at him, "Hello, my brother is hungry and wants to eat something light, my shrimp and snails are too spicy, so, hehe!"

"Hehe, I understand, I understand! Then, Anzi, look at what you want to order?

The emaciated young man echoed with a dry laugh, and then motioned to Zhou An to look at the menu posted on the wall.

Zhou An looked at it casually and said, "One soybean pork knuckle soup, one kelp pork rib soup, and two more egg fried rice!"

"Okay, then you wait, I'll get it for you!"

As he spoke, the emaciated young man went to get a pair of thick gloves, lifted the lid of the large crockpot at the door, and brought out two small crockpots from inside.

"You're not eating here, are you?"

The emaciated young man turned around and asked Zhou An, and when he got an affirmative answer, he immediately took the packing box to pack it.

When the soup in the small clay pot was poured into the packing box, it was very fragrant, and Zhou An was a little hungry.

"What do you call big brother?"

Zhou An smiled and took out the cigarette case, took out two sticks, and handed one over.

"Thank you!"

The emaciated young man hurriedly stopped, first took the cigarette and pinned it behind his ear, and then packed it, and only then did he have time to answer Zhou An's question just now.

"My surname is Hu, you can call me Xiaohu or a thin man!"

"Brother Hu, smiling on the signboard...... It's not your name?" Zhou An was surprised.

"No, Xiaoxiao is my daughter's name!" replied the emaciated young man with a smile.

"You have a daughter?hehe, they all say that their daughter is their father's little padded jacket, Brother Hu is so blessed!" Zhou An complimented him with his words.

The emaciated young man smiled shyly, "Yes, my daughter is very good!"

Zhou An rolled his eyes and looked at the storefront, "However, it's not easy to raise a child now, Brother Hu is raising a daughter now, the pressure is not small, right? Oh, by the way, Brother Hu, does your wife work? If your sister-in-law also depends on you to support you, then your burden is not light!"

At first glance, when I heard Zhou An's words, I was full of concern, and I could call it a good neighbor of the people.

No, the emaciated young man didn't doubt his intentions at all, and nodded with affection, "Yes, not only my wife and children, but my parents are also old, and they usually want me to raise a little, alas! Originally, when I opened this shop, I wanted to work hard, earn more money, and make myself less financially pressured, but it's a pity...... If you look at my business here, you'll know what's going on, and it's even worse!"

As he spoke, two crockpots of soup had been packed.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you scrambled eggs and fried rice!"

The emaciated young man said a word to Zhou An, and walked straight to the kitchen in the back, seeing that his posture was to fry rice in person.

Zhou An was a little stunned, because he had just noticed the clothes on this person's hands and body, and his hands did not have the characteristics that most chefs have.

For example, the outer edge of the index finger of the right hand is calloused, or the backs of the hands are smooth and shiny......

If you often cut side dishes, the outer edge of the index finger of the right hand will generally be a little calloused, and the outer edge of the index finger is sharpened against the blade of the knife when you hold the knife all year round.

If you often serve a pot and spoon to stir-fry, the back of your hand will inevitably be smoked smooth and shiny, especially the nails of the ten fingers, how to wash them, they will be much brighter than the nails of ordinary people.

But these characteristics can't be seen on this person at all, but there is a little smell of oil smoke.

"What's the matter? Brother Hu still wants to fry rice himself?"

Zhou An followed to the door of the kitchen with a smile, looking at the emaciated young man who had already lit a fire in the kitchen and was preparing fried rice, he was busy there, and asked knowingly.

"Hehe, yes! My business here is so weak, how can I hire a chef? The salary of a chef is so high!"

As he spoke, the emaciated young man poured half a spoonful of oil into the pot, and suddenly made a crackling sound and splashed oil.

The technique of beating eggs is also unfamiliar, and one is beaten with two hands, and they are still cautious.

When the stirred egg liquid was poured into the already smoking pot, Zhou An couldn't cry or laugh, there was less oil in the pot, the egg liquid was not fried at all, and a dry lump stuck to the bottom of the pot, and it still needed to be scraped off little by little with a frying spoon......

……

After the rice was put into the pot, this person's method of frying rice was an eye-opener for Zhou An.

The chef's fried rice and stir-fry are all skillful turning the pot, and the rice or vegetables in the pot will roll mischievously in the pot with the action of turning the pot, which is both relaxed and beautiful.

But the person in front of me is very creative, spinning the pot around on the stove, spinning back and forth, do you think there is any creativity?

When the egg fried rice came out of the pot, Zhou An didn't want to comment anymore.

Zhou An looked at the three eggs he beat, but in the two egg fried rice that was scrambled, he only saw a few small pieces of eggs, and they were also scrambled.

Not to mention the rice, some of which are burnt, and some of which are still small rice balls, which are not fried at all.

Simple chopped green onions, also cut of different lengths, eat at home, but it's okay, take it outside to open a store to sell money, I can't bear to look at it.

"Brother Hu, you haven't studied cooking before, have you?"

Zhou An's face did not change, and he still asked with a smile.

"No, do you think I look like a chef? ”

This man is open-minded, self-deprecating and stress-free.

Zhou An nodded, smiled and asked again: "That...... Has Brother Hu ever thought about transferring this store out? You shouldn't make money if you run it like this now, right?"

"Turn out?"

The emaciated young man finally noticed Zhou An's intentions a little, and glanced at Zhou An in surprise, "You want my storefront?"

was discovered by him, Zhou An simply stopped covering and concealing the clouds, "Well, I recently wanted to get a small storefront, if the rent and transfer fee are not very high here, I can go ahead, the only drawback is that this store is a little bigger!"