He Yu said very sincerely, and his eyes were even more embarrassed, and he was a little unbearable in the eyes of the young girl.

Obviously, their hot and sour noodles are expensive, but after listening to her aunt's words, why does she feel as if she is bullying others?

Thinking about the bowl of hot and sour noodles that make me have an endless aftertaste, people only need ten yuan, which seems to be really nothing.

You get what you pay for!

The young girl quickly figured it out, and happily took out twenty yuan to He Yu: "Auntie, your craftsmanship is indeed good." Well, bring me another bowl and I'll pack it and take it away! ”

With such delicious food, she has to bring some back to share with her good friends!

He Yu didn't expect the other party to accept the "sky-high price" of his hot and sour noodles so lightly, and took the twenty yuan in a daze. Fu Yonghan on the other end has already started to cook hot and sour noodles with his hands and feet.

The young girl finally left happily with the bowl of hot and sour noodles packed.

He Yu pinched the twenty yuan and finally came back to his senses.

And when she came back to her senses, she immediately felt a burst of ecstasy in her heart.

I didn't expect this small bowl of hot and sour noodles to really sell at such a high price!

Ten yuan, that's the price of ten steamed buns before her!

And the cost of this bowl of hot and sour noodles is not comparable to the cost of ten steamed buns.

He Yu finally has a lot of confidence in what her daughter said about making a lot of money and making quick money.

Strange to say, since the opening of the stall and its first business, there have been more and more customers who come to eat hot and sour noodles. And Fu Yonghan's craftsmanship is really good, the guests who have eaten hot and sour noodles are full of praise, and they are full of praise when they stand in place, attracting countless people who are just passing by to stop.

Seeing that the time was approaching again, a large number of people soon gathered in front of the stall and waited in line to eat hot and sour noodles.

He Yu and Jiao Chong finally came in handy.

Fu Yonghan is still in charge of cooking, He Yu cooperates with the dishes and chopsticks to load the seasonings and collect money, and Jiao Chong is purely a chore, and he will appear wherever he needs to do things.

As soon as the trash cans are full, Jiao Chong has to immediately clean up the contents of the trash cans into the public trash cans in the snack street of the mall to ensure that the vicinity of their stalls can be kept as clean and hygienic as possible and will not accumulate too much garbage.

The closer it was to noon, the busier the food stalls became, and a long queue soon formed in front of Fu Yonghan's cart. Because of the lack of tables and chairs, many anxious guests even took the initiative to say that they didn't need seats, just give them a bowl of hot and sour noodles quickly.

Looking at the crowded crowd in front of the stall, whether it was He Yu or Jiao Chong, they were all in a hurry.

They finally understood why Fu Yonghan had to pull Jiao Chong to help.

If it was really only He Yu's mother and daughter who were busy working here, I am afraid that they would really not be able to adapt to such a high-intensity working environment for a while.

Fu Yonghan is still as steady as Mount Tai, she stands calmly behind the stove, scalding the noodles in an orderly manner, and a bowl of hot and sour noodles comes out of the pot quickly, but she can't put any pressure on her.

Perhaps because of Fu Yonghan's calmness, the busy and noisy food stalls soon calmed down.

Whether it was the guests waiting to eat hot and sour noodles, or the crowd passing by at the entrance of the mall, everyone was inexplicably calm, curiously watching every movement of Fu Yonghan's hands.

Fu Yonghan, who has re-practiced self-cultivation, is now very different from when she was first discharged from the hospital, she was originally a little thin, but now her face has a little more flesh, and her face is much ruddy, which makes her look radiant, and she is not weak at all, and she is also a little beautiful.

Even if she is not the "master chef" in charge of the kitchen, this face alone is enough to make people look at her a few more times.

Of course, Fu Yonghan's temperament has changed.

Fu Yonghan, who was wearing an ordinary white apron without a bit of color, just stood there, not only did not hide the light from the rough apron at all, but it could make people pay more attention to her face and the indifference in her eyes.

This kind of indifference, only people with strong self-confidence can express it.

As long as someone notices her demeanor, they can't help but be attracted to her, it is a pure feeling without any flaws.

Her every move when she cooks vermicelli seems to have a rhythm, so that the impetuous person can see it, and the mood can be calmed down immediately, as if waiting for the food has become a rare beautiful thing.

When Lin Yuang came down from the office, he hadn't even walked to the entrance of the mall, but he saw the crowded people in the rented place outside the mall from a distance.

He couldn't help but mutter.

I didn't expect that little girl to be quite powerful, and she could attract so many people to wait in line for food on the first day of opening.

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the mall, Lin Yuang saw Fu Yonghan in the crowd at a glance.

She didn't have much expression on her face, just staring at the vat of pork bone broth. As for the noodles at hand, she didn't even need to look at them, she just grabbed handfuls of noodles into the pot neatly, which was no different from grabbing flour, very careless.

Such carelessness was not only discovered by Lin Yuang, who had just arrived, but also by all the people standing in front of the food stall.

But this also surprised everyone even more.

Because under everyone's attention, everyone finally discovered that even if the little girl in front of her didn't need to look at it, the amount of vermicelli she grabbed with her hands was always amazingly consistent!

No more, no less, just the size of a bowl!

Some guests who came in groups even didn't believe in evil and compared their share of hot and sour noodles together, and finally had to admit that the amount of hot and sour noodles in their bowls was really the same, and no one would have a little more than anyone else.

The hand of the other person is no different from the weighing!

The only difference may be that people's claims are in their hearts.

This little girl is not simple!

To be able to practice this hand, it is absolutely impossible to do it without more than ten years or even decades of kung fu.

No wonder this little girl looks young, and dares to hold up the girder alone to set up a stall at the entrance of the mall to sell food!

Everyone's curiosity about Fu Yonghan is even greater, and some people are even speculating whether she has been practicing cooking since she was a child.

Lin Yuang originally planned to come to see Fu Yonghan's liveliness.

He didn't believe that Fu Yonghan's hot and sour noodle stall could make much business in the mall.

But after all, this is a matter of generating income for the mall, and Fu Yonghan's contract was signed by him, so he has to pay more attention to it.

And he is indeed a little interested in Fu Yonghan, who dared to go to the mall alone to negotiate a contract and embarrassed himself.