In Wu Daguang's out-of-tune singing, he returned home......

When he returned home, Wu Daguang went to the next village to collect loose flour, and there were dozens of catties in total, all of which were wrapped into buns.

Boil the broth in the afternoon and steam the buns in the evening.

The first royal diner must be Xinghua, but what Xinghua made to his father, except for saying that it was delicious, he couldn't say anything else.

Also, the number of times you eat meat from childhood to adulthood can be counted on one hand, and in the face of so much meat at once, even if you don't put oil and salt, it is also delicious.

After one night, Wu Daguang continued to walk to the market to set up a stall, and at ten o'clock, he got off the market early and went to the gate of the iron factory.

The first day of food delivery at the iron factory......

On the first day, the workers were still accustomed to bringing their own food, and passing workers occasionally glanced at it.

When he first arrived, Wu Daguang expected that not many workers would come to buy food, but he did not expect that none of the workers who came to buy food.

It's so cold, it's too cold.

Even so, Wu Daguang still lit a fire and reheated the bone broth.

As the bone broth boiled, the aroma flowed around the stall, breaking through the taste buds of smelling it step by step.

The large bone broth did attract the attention of the workers who were eating together, but only to note that compared to the vegetable leaves in their bowls, which did not have a single meat star in their bowls, the large bone broth was indeed tempting, but the money in their pockets did not allow them to open their mouths to ask for a price.

Wu Daguang put the boiling bone broth aside, put another cauldron on the stove that he had specially brought, ran into the factory to pick up half a pot of water, and put it on the steaming partition.

The spoon struck the edge of the pot to make a movement, and raised his voice and shouted: "Free hot rice." ”

With a shout, the workers who were pulling the cold rice stopped their chopsticks one after another, looked at Wu Daguang's stall, and looked at each other's workers.

"Free hot food, no money?" asked a worker squatting on the ground to eat.

"That's right, it's a free hot meal. Wu Daguang responded cheerfully.

The worker who spoke stood up, walked out of the factory suspiciously with his iron rice bowl, came to Wu Daguang's booth, and handed over his iron rice bowl.

"Then you give me heat. His tone and eyes were full of disbelief.

Wu Daguang smiled, took the rice jar delivered over, put it in the pot, and shouted to the factory: "Is there any hot rice to be had?" ”

Some of the other workers in the factory wanted to see the situation, and some came out.

"Give me heat. ”

"Give me hot too. ”

A pot is stacked with two or three layers, there are more than 20 iron rice bowls, cover the big pot lid, add more firewood under the stove, in the summer, the roasted Wu Daguang sweats.

In less than ten minutes, Wu Daguang lifted the lid of the pot, and without waiting for a greeting, the workers took their rice jars back without worrying about scalding.

After one wave of heat, the second wave came to squeeze immediately after.

It took an hour and a half to complete the hot and cold rice, and the workers who finished eating in the early stage were really embarrassed to help Wu Daguangbai, and took the initiative to help.

After the workers had eaten, it took only two hours, and Wu Daguang beckoned the workers to receive the bone broth for free.

The workers had a three-hour break at noon, and two hours spent eating, and the workers who had eaten were resting on the spot in the shade, during which Wu Daguang also became acquainted with the workers.

"Brother, if you do this, you must not die. Finally, someone thought Wu Daguang was stupid and asked.

"What's the loss of this, I'll rush to the market in the morning, come over to give you a hot meal, just a few firewoods, rural people, there is not much firewood. Wu Daguang said.

"I see that you are honest and honest, you can't sell food with us, we are not rich people, and we can't afford to buy food every day. Another worker advised.

"You didn't ask me the price, how do you know that I can't stand it, my price is fair, four buns for one dollar, a bowl of bone broth, the labor is full, if you calculate it on a monthly basis, it can be cheap, it should be thirty yuan a month, pay the money uniformly, just charge twenty-eight, two yuan to buy some meat for the family to eat." Wu Daguang broke the price.

"You're too expensive, twenty-eight a month. ”

"Big brother, you can't say that, one dollar is given to four buns, and only three are given for one dollar in the market, and the small ones are not enough for you to stuff your teeth, my buns are big buns, and they are mixed with meat stars, plus vegetables, and a bowl of soup is sent for free, and when you cook at home, a meal will cost seven or eight cents. Wu Daguang counted the accounts.

"You can talk, you eat steamed buns every day, and you eat nauseous. ”

"Look at what you said, how can you eat buns, dumplings, noodles, and cakes every day, and ensure that you are full without increasing the price. Wu Daguang said.

The worker who was the first to find Wu Daguang's hot rice asked the other workers: "Who wants to eat steamed buns, let's scrape together a dollar and taste his steamed buns. ”

Some people began to gather money, and when they got together for one dollar, they bought four steamed buns, and four people shared them.

The steamed buns are mainly vegetarian filling, which is mixed with tiny meat stars, and when you bite into it, there is soup wrapped in it, obviously there is very little meat, but the soup is full of meat aroma, so that people who have eaten vegetarian dishes for a long time can satisfy their cravings.

"Don't say it, the buns are much more delicious than those sold in the market, what do you have in here, go back and let my daughter-in-law try it." "Buns ushered in the first praise.

"And the smell of meat, I'll give you five cents, you give me two, go back to relieve my two little cubs. ”

"Yes, you weren't a chef before. "Someone asked.

The corners of Wu Daguang's mouth rose slightly: "This is an exclusive secret recipe, it will not be passed on, after eating steamed buns, the taste is not bad compared to the food cooked by your daughter-in-law." ”

"Not bad, not bad. ”

Can you rely on it, for the lack of food in 96 years, most of them are full-fed, such buns are delicious in 96 years, and in the future, the past guests may not even look at it, not that the buns are bad, but that people's tastes are picky.

"You can bring me two too. "Some workers can't help but buy two to try when they see others eating, and if they are delicious, they take them home and give them to their children to try, and the price is not expensive anyway.

In this way, this worker came to two, that worker came to two, and a pot of steamed buns bottomed out.

Before leaving, some workers asked if they would come tomorrow. Wu Daguang, of course, said that as long as money opens the way, there is nothing to stop it.

The situation of the old man, Wu Daguang inquired, a person has to know many people in his life, and some people have only one side of their fate with you, just like the old man, his hometown is not local, and after yesterday's hurried, he is destined not to see each other again.

With a little disappointment, he kept talking about the idle until the workers went to work, and Wu Daguang pulled the apricot blossoms home.

As soon as he got home, Wu Daguang sat cross-legged on the kang head, counting the gross tickets of one and a half cents, and the steamed buns plus the money earned in the bazaar amounted to fifty yuan.

In addition to the cost of almost ten yuan, it is not impossible to earn about forty yuan and pay off the arrears in a month.

Life is still going on, Wu Daguang is getting busier and busier, Xinghua tries her best to learn from her father to help, for Xinghua, Wu Daguang has no choice, he can't do a lot of things by himself, so that a four-year-old Xinghua bears the burden of life that does not belong to her age.