"Little brother, it's you!" It turned out that Murong Xiaoxuan unconsciously came to this small noodle restaurant again, and she touched her slightly deflated stomach. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info walked into the small noodle shop with the little boy and decided to fill his stomach first.

The hostess, who was wiping the table, heard footsteps and knew that a guest was coming. She quickly wiped her hands and looked up, it turned out to be Murong Xiaoxuan. The smile on his face instantly became much warmer.

"Girl, it's you. Quick, come and sit. I haven't thanked you for that day. I'm going to treat you to noodles today, don't be polite to me. After the proprietress beckoned Murong Xiaoxuan to sit down, she was busy cooking noodles for her.

Murong Xiaoxuan took a sip of tea, looked around, and saw that there was no one in the store, and it was very deserted. So he asked the little boy, "Little brother, are there very few people eating noodles today?" ”

"Yes, sister. In fact, not only today, but also rarely eaten. The poor cook this noodle at home, and they won't come to our store to eat it; Rich people don't like to eat. Only those businessmen, in a hurry, will come to eat bowls to fill their stomachs. As soon as the little boy saw Murong Xiaoxuan asking him, he quickly put down the egg on his mouth and replied seriously.

Murong Xiaoxuan remembered the Hu people who came here to eat noodles last time, so she asked him, "Do the Hu people often come to eat noodles?" ”

"Hu people don't come often, and there are very few Hu people who come to the capital to do business. Even those Hu people are also very good at talking. It's just that recently, I don't know why, a group of particularly fierce Hu people came. The little boy shook his head, in fact, he didn't like them at all.

The long fierce god is evil, and he doesn't give money for eating; The key is to make the tables and stools dirty every time, and it takes a long time to clean them up.

At this time, the proprietress came over with a bowl of noodles: "Girl, are you hungry?" Eat it while it's hot. ”

Murong Xiaoxuan thanked the proprietress and lowered her head to eat the noodles. It can only be said that the noodles of the proprietress are cooked, and they don't taste refreshing at all, no wonder business is not good.

She didn't leave immediately after eating noodles, and when she saw that there were no other customers in the store, she chatted with the proprietress casually: "Does the eldest sister only make noodles in the store?" ”

"yes, what's wrong girl?" The proprietress saw that there was no business, and she was indeed grateful to Murong Xiaoxuan for her enthusiastic help that day. So, she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and sat down opposite Murong Xiaoxuan.

Murong Xiaoxuan thought to herself, no wonder the noodles are so unpalatable, and they only sell noodles, and it is a miracle that the business can be good. But she was embarrassed to say that the noodles she made were not delicious, otherwise, it would be too shocking.

"It's hot now, so there shouldn't be many people eating noodles! Why don't you sell something else? So Murong Xiaoxuan changed her way, so as not to hit the boss lady, but also reminded her that she could try something else.

As soon as the proprietress heard Murong Xiaoxuan's words, she knew that she was saying in disguise that she was making noodles by herself. In fact, she still knows how many pounds and taels she has. It's just that she doesn't know anything else, if she can do something else, why should she live so hard.

"I know that, too. But I don't know how to do anything else, just make bowls of noodles to feed my mother and son. The proprietress said helplessly.

Murong Xiaoxuan looked at the washed white clothes on the proprietress and knew that her usual life was definitely not easy. Also, a woman is alone with a little boy doing business. The hardships are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It is not easy for the noodles she makes to solve the problem of food and clothing for their mother and son. It is estimated that it is impossible to make money.

Murong Xiaoxuan turned her head to look at the little boy, only to see that he was happily eating the boiled egg in his hand.

Egg...... Egg! Egg!!!

Murong Xiaoxuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, she was now short of money; And the proprietress is short of a delicious signature food in the shop. The two of them can work together.

Thinking of this, she couldn't wait to say to the proprietress a little: "I have a food here, why don't I make a plate, you can taste it and see if you can sell it." ”

"But I only have flour and noodles here, and I don't know what the girl wants to eat?" When the proprietress saw Murong Xiaoxuan say that she wanted to eat, she was a little surprised, but it was not easy to refuse. There are no other ingredients in the store, and I don't know what ingredients she needs to make food.

"You'll know when you make it! By the way, do you have any rice here that you didn't finish yesterday? "Murong Xiaoxuan just saw the little boy eating boiled eggs, and knew that she had eggs here; I just don't know if she has any leftovers at home.

That's right, the food Murong Xiaoxuan wants to make is egg fried rice. In fact, it is not so simple to stir-fry a plate of egg fried rice. I think that at the beginning, in order to avoid being scolded by her father, she studied with the master for a long time before she got the egg fried rice.

I still remember that the master said that whether a chef's cooking skills are good or not, you just need to see if his egg fried rice is up to standard.

"Not from yesterday, but there is still a little left of the rice cooked at noon today." The proprietress couldn't react at once, what does eating have to do with leftovers.

Murong Xiaoxuan frowned when she heard that there was no leftover rice from yesterday. But she soon stretched out, and she wasn't making it for her doctor daddy now. Therefore, the requirements for materials do not need to be so strict.

"Rice at noon today is also fine, hostess, I'll borrow you for the kitchen. Right away. After speaking, Murong Xiaoxuan walked towards the stove room.

The proprietress wants to go over to see it, but she is afraid of the food she makes, and there is an exclusive secret recipe. At that time, it will be bad to be misunderstood and steal the teacher to learn the arts.

So she just told Murong Xiaoxuan where to put the leftovers, and the people didn't follow her into the kitchen.

After a tea time, the proprietress smelled a very fragrant smell of egg fried rice. She sniffed hard, and she couldn't help but drool at such a fragrant egg fried rice.

Just when the proprietress was about to look through it, Murong Xiaoxuan walked over with a plate of golden egg fried rice: "Boss, come and taste it, how does this egg fried rice taste?" ”

"What a fragrant egg fried rice, boss, bring me a bowl too!" The proprietress was about to move her chopsticks when she was interrupted by a guest who smelled the fragrance.

The proprietress looked at the egg fried rice, and then at the guest: "Ah, this...... This thing is not for sale. ”

"You're a boss, you really don't know how to do business. This plate of egg fried rice is in your store, why don't you sell it. If someone buys it, you sell it, and it's not that you don't pay you money. As soon as the guest heard the hostess's words, he was very upset.

Everyone is in business, and someone buys and someone sells. Such a simple business truth, doesn't she understand it?

"Sell, sell, sell, who said not to sell. Big brother, can you try this plate of egg fried rice, can you still have your appetite? Murong Xiaoxuan was very happy when she saw that there were guests who wanted to eat her scrambled egg fried rice.

The evaluation of the guests is much more important than the evaluation of the hostess. After all, the customer is God.

"Uh-huh, it's really good!" The guest wolfed down and asked, "Boss, why haven't I seen your store sell egg fried rice before?" This egg fried rice is so much better than the noodles you cook! ”

The proprietress was blushing by the guest's bluntness. How could someone say to his face that the noodles made by people were not delicious, how could she answer him? It really shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't

"Guest, this is a new ...... in our store Well, it's called ......" Murong Xiaoxuan looked at the somewhat embarrassed proprietress and took over the conversation.

It's just that she didn't know what to name this egg fried rice all of a sudden, so she turned her head and asked the proprietress: "Sister, what is your surname?" ”

"My surname is Shi, and my deceased husband's surname is Li." The proprietress couldn't keep up with Murong Xiaoxuan's thinking, wasn't she talking about egg fried rice just now, why did she suddenly ask her surname. She replied subconsciously.

After hearing this, Murong Xiaoxuan thought for a while, and then said to the guest: "Guest officer, this is the new Mu-style egg fried rice in our store!" ”