Feng Ming said: "This place is a little shabby......" There were also two points of embarrassment in his tone.

"It's okay." Lin Xiang said, took Lin Yan's hand and walked a few more steps into the house, turned his head to look around, and nodded: "Actually, it's okay." ”

……

"Sister, this place is so broken." Lin Yan couldn't help but purse his mouth and frowned.

Lin Xiang packed up the things in his hand, stopped when he heard the words, looked at Lin Yan sideways, and said, "Then do you think it's better in the small temple or here?" ”

Lin Yan frowned, and said reluctantly: "...... here"

Hooking the corners of his lips, Lin Xiang looked at his younger brother, and said: "We don't have much money in our hands now, so why do we have to make do with living here, no matter what, there will be no more leakage when we sleep at night." ”

It took the siblings one morning to clean the dilapidated house.

After washing and washing for most of the day, I spread the two quilts I brought on the old wooden bed, wiped the floor, and cleaned the dust from the windows.

Lin Xiang took out a few copper plates from his clothes and handed them to Lin Yan: "You go buy some for breakfast, and when you are free for the past two days, let's go to the market together and buy all the things that should be bought." ”

With that, he hurried to the restaurant.

……

Feng Ming hung a big sign at the door of the restaurant early.

"Freshly out of the pot of hot wontons, four cents a bowl-"

This is what he wrote in the morning when he went to the market and spent ten copper plates to find someone.

Satisfied, Feng Ming hugged his arms, and while looking down at the big red and gorgeous characters, he began to imagine that the restaurant was surrounded by a bunch of customers, counting the money and counting the cramps in his hands, and for a moment, he couldn't help laughing.

……

"Put these dried shrimp in the chicken soup today." Lin Xiang washed his hands and instructed Hancui.

Three fresh ravioli.

The cook went to the market early in the morning to pick up live shrimp, pork, and a handful of green leeks.

The shrimp is very fresh, and occasionally twitches its tail twice.

Lin Xiang peeled the shrimp and told Hancui and the cook to remove the black lines from the shrimp.

Although the cook looked a little reluctant, he still listened to Lin Xiang's instructions and went to deal with the shrimp on the cat's waist.

Lin Xiang is processing the pork filling, and the meat filling should be finely chopped, so that the wontons will taste delicious after cooking.

"Lin Xiang, the shrimp is peeled—" Hancui shouted.

"Hancui, heat the pot, add water, and put the chicken in-" took a large plate of shrimp meat and began to make three fresh meat fillings,

Lin Xiang cut the shrimp while not forgetting to instruct.

The shrimp meat does not need to be chopped too much, but roughly cut into small pieces and added to it, so that the taste will be better.

Add the shrimp meat and a large handful of processed leeks and pork foam to the bowl and start stirring carefully.

The thin white wonton skin, Lin Xiang's dexterous fingers pinched and squeezed, filled in the mixed filling, and in an instant, a delicate wonton was ready.

The water in the pot had already begun to boil, and the mellow aroma of chicken soup slowly wafted out.

When the lid of the pot is lifted, a steaming mist pours in front of you, containing the delicious taste of the soup, which makes people have a great appetite.

Lin Xiang reached out and added a handful of dried shrimp to the pot, and then began to throw wontons into the soup.

Half a day-

"It's done—"

As soon as Lin Xiang spoke, he attracted a few people who had not yet eaten breakfast.

I took four full bowls and put them on the table.

In the cold air in winter, you can clearly see the heat rising upwards, and you can smell it closely, smell it, and feel the tempting aroma of cooked food.

The crisp soup wafts in the bowl, the small and delicate wontons are white and tender, and the pale red meat filling can be faintly seen in the translucent thin skin.

"Come, come, let's eat first-" Feng Ming happily waved his palm and beckoned to a few people.

……

The big red rice paper at the door was blown by the cold wind.

"Yawn-" Han Cui stood at the door of the restaurant, couldn't help the cold wind, shivered coldly, at this moment, her body was already a little stiff from the cold, and her nose was also red.

Half a day passed, and soon the sky turned from white to black, but there were few customers in the restaurant to eat food.

"Alas......" Feng Ming couldn't help but sigh as he sat on the chair in the hall, feeling distressed, from the initial elation to sadness.

Why don't you have any customers?

Lin Xiang walked out of the kitchen and brought two plates of freshly cooked dishes in his hands.

Placed on the table, "Fried rice with vegetables and chicken-"

"Let's click", and the pots and bowls made a crisp collision sound.

"Eat something first." Lin Xiang lowered his head and said, "Uncle, you haven't eaten since you ate a bowl of wontons in the morning." ”

"Alas......" Feng Ming frowned, sighed again, shook his head, and frowned.

Where does he have the appetite to eat? Originally, I thought that there would be an endless stream of customers, and there would be a big income in the restaurant in the past two days, but who knew that it was almost a day, and none of them entered. If this continues, the restaurant will close in less than half a month!

"This is the leftover ingredient when the broth is stewed in the morning, the chicken is tender, cut into small pieces, add some lard to the hot pan, add some spices, the onion and garlic are so 'zilala' and fragrant, put the cooked white rice in it, grab a handful of vegetables, and season the sauce ......" Before Lin Xiang's words were finished, Feng Ming swallowed his saliva over there, and couldn't help but pick up the spoon and scoop a full spoon into his mouth and began to send it to his mouth.

Watching Feng Ming puff out his cheeks and chew the steaming rice, eating with his mouth full of oil, Lin Xiang felt that he was in a good mood for a while.

But......

Thinking about it, Lin Xiang frowned again.

She was also a little puzzled, why didn't anyone come to eat?

Raising his head and glancing at the empty door, Lin Xiang frowned and thought.

She is still confident in her craft, but it has been a whole day, and there is not a single guest who comes to eat. She is also idle in the kitchen and has nothing to do.

Eyebrows and thoughts――

Moment.

"Uncle, I have a way to solicit customers, I don't know if it works." Lin Xiang suddenly smiled slyly, blinked, and said loudly.

Feng Ming agitated his cheeks, raised his head "poof", looked at Lin Xiang in surprise, and was vague: "Really? ”

After a slight groan, Lin Xiang hesitated a little, but smiled again: "It should be possible." He said, with a somewhat mysterious look, "However, you may have to break the bank a little bit......"

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