After some conscious guidance and indoctrination, Wang Bo basically succeeded in convincing his stepfather and mother, and the family reached a consensus on the following key points related to the "life and death of "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles":

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The number of bowls sold per day, turnover and net profit of the rice noodle shop are kept secret and must not be disclosed to anyone except one person who knows about it.

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The three secret ingredients that form the special taste of "Zengsao's rice noodles": spicy oil, soup stock and spicy seeds, are kept secret, and no matter whether they are raw materials or production processes, they are not to be disclosed to anyone.

Wang Bo told his parents that if they really can't shirk it, they will be sloppy, push all the problems on themselves, and deal with these relatives and friends who want to "get rich first and get rich later".

Wang Jichang is a selfish and extremely self-centered person by nature, and Wang Jichang raised his hands and feet in favor of the two key confidentiality principles proposed by Wang Bo. The kind mother has always been a little incomprehensible, and it seems that she is still a little sad, so she has no choice but to take advantage of her mother's absence, Wang Bo emphasized the benefits and disadvantages to her stepfather again, and asked him to do the ideological work of his mother, so that she can "figure it out" and "think it through".

"Don't worry, Bo'er, I'll just leave the job of convincing your mother to me. Your mother is also an elm head, and she cares too much about the feelings of her siblings, so she doesn't know if her siblings will scoop two bowls for us when we can't afford to eat, and if they will bring you two when we don't have clothes to wear. Only if you have it is real, everything else is fake. Wang Jichang patted his chest and assured Wang Bo that he would not forget to demean his wife's mother's family.

Wang Bo automatically ignored Wang Jichang's previous words, and only one sentence was more agreeable. His stepfather is good at doing things, but when he speaks, he will come up with a sentence or two of "insight" that can reflect the social reality.

Since all the dumplings were sold out in one day today, the family worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening, and made six large pots of fresh and spicy dumplings. Considering that there has been a kind of "join in the fun, look at the strange" growth in rice noodle shops in recent times, Wang Bo expanded the amount of each type of rice to 1.5 times that of yesterday, that is, 150 bowls. If it can be sold out tomorrow, then its own operating income will break the 1,000 yuan mark!

This time, Wang Bo did not do it himself, but became a teacher, pointing out his mother on the side.

The first operation, Zeng Fanyu is still relatively unfamiliar, especially the fried seeds, which involve more than 20 kinds of seasonings and spices before and after, some seasonings and spices also need to be pretreated, and the temperature of the oil must be controlled with a temperature measuring gun during the period.

Fortunately, Wang Bo was on the side to mention and correct mistakes, although he stumbled, but it didn't affect the taste of Zhenzi.

In order to celebrate today's opening, and to treat the family after a busy day, after frying the dumplings, Wang Bo specially proposed to go to the scale to order braised vegetables to eat. Wang Jichang, who had a delicious mouth, immediately agreed, and said that it was best to bring two bottles of cold beer back and faint twice.

Zeng Fanyu rarely had no objection.

When the family got home, it was already half past eleven in the evening. Wang Jichang and Zeng Fanyu, who were tired from a day's work, went to sleep after a little washing. Before Zeng Fanyu went to bed, he still didn't forget to cook three poached eggs for Wang Bo, which made Wang Jichang a little jealous.

Wang Bo is also tired to death, but thinking that this kind of day of going out early and returning late may become a norm in the near future, then he will definitely not have much time to read books. He still has to go to high school, and he has to cope with college for a year or two, so his grades can't drop too much, which is not only a matter of face, but also related to whether he can communicate with his parents. Wang Jichang Wang Bo didn't care, but he didn't want to disappoint his mother.

Reluctantly insisted on reading the third year of junior high school mathematics for half an hour, Wang Bo really couldn't stand the eyelids of the fight, threw the book away, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, my aunt Zhong Xiaomin rode a bicycle and came to the rice noodle shop on time. As soon as I entered the store, I didn't have anyone to tell me, I picked up the mop and started mopping the floor, and my mother began to wipe the oil stains and dust on the table with a rag, and my stepfather went into the back kitchen and began to make a hot soup. Several people performed their duties in an orderly manner, and looked at Wang Bo, who was sitting at the door holding a physics book and pretending to be, nodding secretly.

"Dad, is the soup hot? When it's hot, three bowls of rice noodles come out, three or two. By the way, little aunt, what are you eating?" Wang Bo observed, and saw that the lobby had been cleaned up by his aunt and mother, spotless, and ready to pick up guests, so he began to arrange breakfast for a few people.

"You're going to sell that cheek for money. Vegetarian rice noodles are fine. Zhong Xiaomin shook his head when he heard that he was going to scoop his face. Beef, fat sausage, and eel are all high-end ingredients for Zhong Xiaomin, who lives in the countryside, and he may not be able to eat them once a year. is the vegetarian rice noodles that don't add anything, and the thrifty Zhong Xiaomin rarely buys them to eat.

"Hehe, sell for money, can you sell it for a lot of money? Little aunt, if you don't say it, I'll help you order." Dad, then give us the whole beef, and the whole beef will be more. Today we will eat beef, tomorrow we will eat fat sausages, and we will change our tricks every day. Wang Bo said with a grin at Zhong Xiaomin. He naturally understands the mentality of the little aunt, one is nothing more than embarrassed, and the other also wants to save for his own family.

"Xiaomin, you have to scoop the cheeks, there are cheeks that are more delicious!" the mother enthusiastically persuaded the little aunt on the side. If there is no little aunt and aunt, the mother who has always been frugal will definitely choose to eat vegetarian rice noodles, but because of the little aunt and hospitality, the mother who "would rather eat well by herself than let relatives and friends eat well" can only "enjoy" with her.

The rice noodles in the bowl of the three people had only eaten a small half, and some guests came to the door.

"Boss, three taels of eel red soup, eat it in the store. After I finish eating, I will have two taels of clear red soup and fat sausages to pack. "A middle-aged man walked into the rice noodle shop and began to order without looking.

Wang Bo only listened to the way this person spoke and the tone of his voice, and knew that this was a repeat customer who had come to the store yesterday.

"Yes, uncle. Three taels of eel -- red soup -- one two taels of clear red soup -- fat sausage -- packing -- and then after eating!" Wang Bo shouted in the direction of the inner kitchen and sang again.

Today is a complete copy of yesterday, and it is better than yesterday's business because of the large number of repeat customers.

The appearance of a large number of repeat customers made Wang Bo's heart finally completely settled. From then on, to paraphrase a later generation, as long as he doesn't die, then Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles will not die, but will only get better and better, more and more prosperous.

The brisk business lasted from 7 a.m. to 2 p.m., and the crowded front hall slowly became sparse. It was only at this time that Wang Bo, who was so hungry that his chest was close to his back, had time to think about lunch.

The advice of my parents and aunt was to go to the farmer's market to buy some vegetables and go back to the rice noodle shop to get them myself. Anyway, pots and pans, all kinds of seasonings are ready-made, and you can get it after two or three clicks after buying it.

Wang Bo felt that this was too troublesome, and the four of them were tired for most of the day, and he didn't want to let his parents go to the kitchen to work hard to get food, so he said that he would simply go to the restaurant and order two dishes and let them deliver them.

"I think you have a lot of money! How much money do you have to go to the restaurant?" Wang Jichang looked unhappy and yelled at Wang Bo. Asking Zhong Xiaomin to eat three taels of beef rice noodles this morning made Wang Jichang's meat ache, he didn't feel heartache about these three taels of rice noodles, but when he thought of three taels this morning, three taels tomorrow morning, three taels every day in the future, and thirty taels a month. How much is 30 taels? 60 yuan! God, a few years ago, he showed people the gate and his salary was only 70 or 80 yuan a month!

And this is still one meal! If the three meals are added up, isn't it one or two hundred more for food expenses a month? 450 A month's salary Wang Jichang thinks is high enough, and with one or two hundred food expenses, isn't it necessary to spend six or seven hundred? Is this still a salesman in a rice noodle shop? Better than those latte rice bowl workers in the factory.

"Bo'er, listen to your dad. Let your dad go to the farmer's market to cut two catties of meat, there is a bundle of lettuce in the kitchen, we will fry the whole lettuce meat, and then cook a lettuce leaf soup, enough. The mother also rarely refuted Wang Bo's "extravagance and waste". Having meat to eat every day is a luxurious life that Zeng Fanyu can't even think of, and she has to go to the restaurant? This is not a pleasure for her who has been diligent and thrifty all her life, but a crime!

"Bo'er, what's the restaurant! Listen to your mother's old man'er, just cook and eat by yourself in the store! Sister, I said you don't want to buy any meat, just stir-fry lettuce and cook soup. Brother Wang, where are the lettuce? Do you have a knife? I'll peel the lettuce!" the little aunt also persuaded her, and after speaking, she went to the back kitchen, ready to peel the lettuce.

"I only ate beef in the morning, and I have to eat meat at noon, and I still have to eat meat at night? Mom, what kind of day is this, I'm afraid the landlord can't afford to live this kind of life!" Zhong Xiaomin's heart muttered in surprise. Before working in the store, she, her brother-in-law, and her grandmother would cut the meat once every ten days or so to make a tooth sacrifice, and they would eat meat two or three times a month. Looking at this posture today, you may have meat to eat every day, and you can eat all the meat of the previous month in one day. She was completely frightened, a little worried about whether she would lose her life if she lived this kind of life.

His opinion was opposed by everyone, and Wang Bo knew that he had committed "public anger", so he shut up and stopped mentioning the matter of the restaurant. Eating meat at once, or the next small restaurant was not a problem for him in his previous life, even in the last two years of his most difficult life, he never lacked meat to eat, but he used to go to the restaurant often to go to the supermarket to cut meat and go home to get it himself.

However, he clearly forgot that it was not 2015, when the standard of living in both urban and rural areas was generally improved, but 1999, when the per capita annual income of peasants did not exceed 1,000 yuan. Looking at the background of his father riding to the farmers' market, Wang Bo sighed helplessly:

It seems that there is still a long way to go to get parents, especially mothers, accustomed to what they want to eat and buy!

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