"Come now!"

Lin Zhengyang responded, and then told Li Xiaoying about the customer's needs and asked her to be in charge.

Soon, a night of fragrant Yunteng powder appeared in the window.

The middle-aged man walked to the window and looked at the bowl of Yunteng noodles, the rich fragrance came to his face, and the silky noodles exuded a little light, like a bright pearl.

The middle-aged man considers himself a food expert, has been to many places and tasted many delicacies, and the local noodle shop is a favorite of the middle-aged man.

However, the Yunteng powder in front of him is still the best-looking one he has seen so far, fresh and beautiful, and the brilliance is abnormal.

The most surprising thing is that the green cabbage leaves, which are not oily but bright, verdant and dripping, are very good-looking.

The middle-aged man was already sure in his heart that such a Yunteng powder would definitely be super delicious.

Carefully brought to his place, the middle-aged man admired it for a while, such a bowl of noodles is more like a work of art, and sighed in admiration, then he picked up chopsticks, picked up a few noodles, and gently put them into his mouth.

Well?

The middle-aged man's eyes widened suddenly, and the smell ......

Stoned? Intoxicated? In the clouds?

The middle-aged man didn't know how to describe this magical feeling, he only felt that his whole person was fluttering all at once, and he had eaten so much food, and it was the first time he had tasted such a taste, a bowl of noodles, and he could do it in such a state.

Such a bowl of noodles should not only be sold for six pieces!

The middle-aged man suddenly felt that he was eating such a bowl of noodles with a foodie mentality, and he tasted each one.

Fluttery feeling!

After eating a bowl of Yunteng noodles, the middle-aged man looked at the time, and it was almost eight o'clock, and he ate a bowl of noodles for nearly forty minutes.

When he got up and looked, the surroundings were already overcrowded, and everyone was eating Yunteng noodles.

The middle-aged man came to Lin Ran's side, took out a hundred yuan, and then said, "This bowl of noodles shouldn't have been just this price. ”

Without waiting for Lin Ran to find money, the middle-aged man walked out of the store and walked away.

Even if he was late, he was very satisfied, he hadn't tasted a bowl of such a bowl of noodles with such color and flavor for a long time, and what he didn't expect was that such an excellent Yunteng powder would appear on such a street.

Lin Ran wanted to chase him out, but when he thought about the middle-aged man's words, he was relieved, this was the customer's affirmation of his Yunteng powder, Lin Ran was smiling, and he was not embarrassed.

Smiling happily, Lin Ran continued to work hard to collect money.

After the business of steamed buns was done, the originally calm Yunteng noodles suddenly began to become lively, and many people began to pour here one after another.

What made Lin Ran a headache was that originally, the area of the leisurely breakfast shop was not large enough, and these people who came from behind often sat down for a long time and ate very slowly, which made him very helpless.

However, after hearing the sentence, he was relieved.

"It's such a delicious thing, I have to taste it slowly."

These words came from a big man with a bare upper body, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and when he heard this, the customers who were eating there also agreed.

However, if you are still waiting in line, you can't help but want to complain.

Most people are reluctant to pack it in a plastic bag, because they will only lose their original taste.

In this way, the gains outweigh the losses.

What made Lin Ran even more happy and helpless was that after the middle-aged man who gave 100 yuan left, many of the people who paid the bill after eating Yunteng noodles were no longer the original price.

There were ten, twenty, and fifty.

This situation surprised Lin Ran, originally, he thought that the price of buns was a bit high, it was because he had just come to this world and did not know many things.

At the beginning, he priced a bun for five yuan, just because other people's breakfast was also five yuan a piece, but now it seems that a bun for five yuan a piece is indeed a bit excessive, even if it contains spiritual water.

Therefore, when Lin Ran set the price of Yunteng powder, he deliberately approached other people's families, even if it was to give himself an explanation.

But in the current situation, Lin Ran could only smile bitterly when he paid ten yuan or twenty yuan one by one.

One morning, Li Xiaoying and Lin Zhengyang in the kitchen were busy, and after eight o'clock, they originally thought that there would be a lot fewer people, but such a situation did not appear.

The people who came here one after another have been going on and on.

At about twelve o'clock, the peak period was directly formed, and suddenly, the leisurely breakfast shop was crowded.

With such a grand occasion, Lin Ran was obviously underprepared.

It was supposed to be a whole day's worth of powder, but at 12:10 p.m., it was all used up.

Those who have just finished work and come here to taste the food introduced by their friends with slow enthusiasm, only to find that the leisurely breakfast shop is about to close again.

This made them extremely depressed.

For Mao, I have to come here in a hurry to eat.

Everyone's anger was vented to Lin Ran and his family.

"Boss, people's shops are just starting to be lively at this time, and you are sold out, don't bring this."

"As soon as I get off work, I'm already in the 100-meter sprint, can you not let me down like this."

"As soon as my friend introduced me, I listened to what he said, and looked at the photos he took, my saliva was about to flow, and now, it's only twelve o'clock, and you are sold out."

“……”

Everyone's complaints, Lin Ran could only keep apologizing.

He already had a plan in his heart, and he had the opportunity to recruit some people quickly, otherwise, if this continued, there would be more complaints from customers, and it would not be good for his store.

What's more, the more you sell, isn't the more money?

For this family, how can it be impossible to get along with money.

……

Wen Jingya has been busy with the company's affairs for a while, as the general manager, she has to work hard, and after her mother's deafness is healed, the family is now living in harmony.

"Stop!"

Wen Jingya, who was dressed in professional attire, was sitting in a black Buick, and the dead machine was a loyal and honest forty-year-old man named Li Tianming, hearing Wen Jingya's words, Li Tianming hurriedly parked the car to the side.

Li Tianming didn't ask even a word, as a driver, he knew very well where his responsibilities were.

"Master Li, you are waiting for me here."

Wen Jingya said.

"General manager, do you want me to accompany you?"

Li Tianming has been Wen Jingya's driver for two years, and the relationship between the two is not bad, seeing that Wen Jingya is going to go out alone to go for a walk, Li Tianming is a little worried about Wen Jingya's safety.

"It's okay, I'll go down for a walk and I'll be back soon."

Wen Jingya smiled.

"Okay!"

Li Tianming didn't say anything more, opened the car door, and let Wen Jingya go.

Standing next to Buick, Wen Jingya looked at the long street in front of him with beautiful eyes, and muttered: "Pingyang Street, are you still there?" ”