Uncle Fang Bin's snack stall was soon on the right track, because Fang Mingyuan was behind his guidance, and Old Man Fang forced Fang Bin to wear a white coat and a white hat when selling buns every day, and these two pieces must be cleaned every day and spotless. In addition, he specially prepared a clip for him to use to collect money, and demanded that in the process of selling steamed buns, whether collecting money or looking for money, his hands were not allowed to touch money! When he took the buns to customers, he either put a plastic bag on his hand or used a special tool clip, and he was not allowed to take them directly with his hands. In addition, the carts, dining tables, chairs, and cutlery used to sell steamed buns must be carefully cleaned every day. In the first few days, Fang Bin was still very uncomfortable, and from time to time he would sloppily forget the advice of the old man Fang, and then the old man Fang personally went out to supervise, every time Fang Bin made a mistake, he deducted one yuan, and after two days, poor Fang Bin was deducted twelve yuan, and under the pain of the flesh, Fang Bin kept the word hygiene in mind.

Such a high standard of hygiene, in the eighty-three years of Haizhuang, can be said to be eye-catching, compared with the health standards of other nearby food stalls, Fang Bin, dressed in a white "chef" outfit, standing at the gate of the factory is simply as conspicuous as standing out from the crowd. Clean and hygienic, cheap and delicious, these conditions come together, the popularity of Fang's food stall is naturally thriving, and the daily buns are in short supply, often sold out within an hour, and the amount of buns is naturally increasing day by day. In just half a month, the profit was enough to be the same as last month, and this result made Fang Bin smile every day. For the opening of the restaurant, there is a lot of enthusiasm.

Fang Mingyuan secretly gave the old man Fang an idea, opened a restaurant at the gate of the factory, in Fang Mingyuan's view, it is still not yet hot, although the canteen in the factory does not pay attention to the breakfast of the workers, but for lunch and dinner still pay more attention, this logistics support department in a large state-owned enterprise like Qinxi Rolling Equipment Factory, has always been a place with more oil and water, and the people who can hold it here are all hard backers in the factory. The Fang family's career is just starting, if some jealous guy provokes one or two in it, so that the person in charge of the canteen mistakenly thinks that he is stealing food and robbing the business in the canteen, thus affecting the work of other people in the Fang family in the factory, it will be more than worth the loss. However, not being able to open a restaurant at the gate of the factory does not mean that the Fang family's steamed buns cannot serve lunch to the factory.

After some preparations, Old Man Fang took Fang Mingyuan, carried two bottles of hardcover Xifeng wine, and carried two more Hongta Mountains, and found the door of Zhao Jianguo, the head of the canteen.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged woman in her thirties, who looked quite delicate, judging from her age, she should be Zhao Jianguo's daughter-in-law, after Old Man Fang reported to his home, the middle-aged woman looked at Fang Mingyuan who was standing behind Old Man Fang, and her originally straight face immediately smiled and said: "It turned out to be Uncle Fang, this is your grandson Fang Mingyuan." Please come in, please come in, my dad will go out after eating and will be back in a while. Xiaoya, come out quickly, your classmate Fang Mingyuan is here!" With her voice, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a little girl ran out in a row, and immediately shouted happily when she saw Fang Mingyuan.

It is also a coincidence that Zhao Jianguo's youngest granddaughter Zhao Ya also attends the children's primary school in the factory, and is still in the same class as Fang Mingyuan. It's just that Fang Mingyuan has always disliked dealing with people in the class. But children, for the study of haode classmates naturally have a special affection. Especially a "strong man" like Fang Mingyuan, who can sleep in class without being criticized by the teacher, and can still get the first place in the grade in the final exam, it is simply a lot of admiration. Zhao Ya's mother naturally didn't listen to her daughter talk about her maverick classmate, so her ears were calloused when she heard Fang Mingyuan's name. At the same time, he was also full of curiosity about Fang Mingyuan. So as soon as I heard that it was Fang Mingyuan's grandfather who came to visit, he loved the house and Wuxia, which was naturally extraordinarily enthusiastic. This point was actually as early as Fang Mingyuan's calculations, before he came, he had already heard that Zhao Jianguo's granddaughter was in the same class as himself, and this success was naturally a little more certain.

When Zhao Jianguo came home from outside, his wife was chatting with Old Man Fang, but Zhao Ya's mother and daughter were playing checkers with Fang Mingyuan, but the chess strength of the mother and daughter was obviously inferior to Fang Mingyuan, and Fang Mingyuan was thrown far away on the chessboard.

The two sides were polite and sat down. Zhao Jianguo noticed that Fang Mingyuan did not continue to accompany Zhao Ya's mother and daughter to play chess, but ran to Old Man Fang and sat down, looking like he wanted to listen here. And Old Man Fang didn't avoid him, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. For Fang Mingyuan, who is often mentioned in the mouth of this granddaughter, she is a little more curious.

Old Man Fang explained his intentions. The Fang family plans to supply steamed buns to the canteen, and they can pay 10% of their monthly income as the canteen's management expenses. Zhao Jianguo pondered for a moment, the Fang family's steamed buns have been a little famous in the factory recently, he has also eaten them a few times, the taste is indeed good, and what impressed him the most was the hygiene and cleanliness of the Fang family's steamed buns.

"Grandpa Zhao, according to my father, buns are not often served in the canteen, and sometimes because there are too many people eating in the canteen, there will be insufficient meal preparation, and those uncles and aunts who arrive late can only go hungry. Isn't that so?" Fang Mingyuan asked innocently. It's good to be young, and if you say something too much, adults are embarrassed to care.

Zhao Jianguo nodded, this is not something worth concealing, Qinxi Calendering Equipment Factory has two factories on the mountain and down the mountain, and there are more than 3,000 employees in the factory under the mountain, if you count the retirees and their families, there are nearly 10,000 people, and the flow of people who enter the canteen to eat fluctuates greatly every day. Now it's summer again, and things like refrigerators and freezers in '83 are precious products, and factory canteens like this don't give them to wear, so they'd rather have less than have leftovers, otherwise they will have to throw them away. So it's not surprising that sometimes you can't afford to eat. And there are many processes to make such a thing, how can there be so many people to wrap it, so only occasionally will some steamed buns be supplied.

"This shows that there is no fundamental conflict between our family's steamed buns and Grandpa Zhao's canteen, you rarely make steamed buns, and we only sell steamed buns, in this way, not only can you have one more food on the menu of your canteen, but also convenient for the uncles and aunts who come to buy food, and Grandpa Zhao, as long as you give up a window, you don't need to increase the management cost, you can charge the management fee, wouldn't it kill three birds with one stone, and everyone will be happy?" Fang Mingyuan asked with a blink of bright big eyes.

Zhao Jianguo's words were not light, although he also heard his daughter-in-law and granddaughter talk about it, there was a very smart little boy in the class, and the teacher didn't care what he did in class, but he took the first place in every exam. But when I heard Fang Mingyuan's words with my own ears, the feeling was completely different. If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, who would have believed that such remarks came from the mouth of a boy of six or seven years old? Even among those young people who had just joined the factory, I am afraid that few of them could explain the matter so simply and thoroughly, and they also grasped the key point -- indeed, this matter can be said to be beneficial and harmless to Zhao Jianguo, and he can even fall into a good reputation for taking care of the families of the workers of the factory. Why not?

Zhao Jianguo glanced at Old Man Fang, who was sitting there steadily, with a smile on his face, it seemed that this person was used to his grandson's extraordinary words, otherwise how could he let him interject at will. "Fang Mingyuan, Grandpa Zhao heard that you are very smart, if you can answer a few questions from Grandpa Zhao, then Grandpa Zhao agrees to your family's request, how about it?"