"Jingle bell—"

Zhao Qingyu felt as if she had just closed her eyes, and the alarm clock woke up, she got up and pressed the alarm clock, and when she saw that the time was indeed half past three in the morning, she yawned, got up and walked towards the toilet.

After washing her face with cold water, she instantly sobered up a lot, and then began to brush her teeth, and when she brushed her teeth, she heard a voice from the big room, and knew that her mother was also up.

After washing, she went back to her room to change her clothes, packed up her homework again, and prepared to do it in the store when the business was light.

Zhao's mother got up and dried all the clothes she had washed last night, then brushed her teeth and washed her face, and when she saw Zhao Qingyu walking to the living room with her schoolbag on her back, she asked in a low voice, "Do you want your brother to get up and help too?" ”

"No need, let him sleep, the two of us are enough to prepare, and it will be too late for him to get up at dawn."

After Zhao Qingyu finished speaking, he took PHS into Zhao Qingfeng's room, put the phone on the table, and whispered in the latter's ear: "I put PHS on the table, and if we can't be busy later, we will call you, you hurry up and help." ”

Zhao Qingfeng closed his eyes and nodded, Zhao Qingyu got up and lowered the gear of the fan by one gear before leaving.

The early autumn morning is still a little chilly.

After going out, Zhao's mother and daughter, who were both wearing short sleeves, couldn't help but hug their arms.

"I knew how to wear long sleeves." Mother Zhao muttered in a low voice.

Zhao Qingyu: "Mom, when you get to work, you will know that it is hot." ”

"Also, you said that we should go at this time now, will it be a little late?" Mother Zhao was still a little worried.

"No, a lot of things were prepared yesterday, and today's big thing is to dust noodles, our soup is hot, what are you afraid of." Zhao Qingyu said, "Besides, it's Sunday today, and the school doesn't hold classes, so I won't come out to eat at five o'clock." ”

Zhao's mother thought about it too, so she relaxed a little.

On Sundays, only some of the students who live farther away will stay in school, and those who are a little closer will choose to go home and choose to open today, and business is definitely not as good as other school hours.

Although they were originally focused on the school's business, it was best to have as many people as possible on the day of opening, but for some special reasons, Zhao Qingyu could only choose to open on such a day.

After the two arrived at the store, a big bamboo basket was placed outside the door, and the street lamps were far away, and Zhao's mother couldn't see what was in it, so she squatted down and looked closer.

Zhao Qingyu opened the door without saying a word, she knew that it was fresh noodles from the noodle stall.

After turning on the light, Zhao's mother saw it clearly, and the feeling in this box was that there were most of the raw noodles in it, and she immediately muttered unhappily: "Then Old Liu Tou will put the noodles out for us?" I'm not afraid that people will carry us away. ”

"Mom, no, today is when we come late, Lao Liu Tou said that he delivered the goods to us at three o'clock, and we must have arrived at this point when we usually go to school." Zhao Qingyu explained, Zhao's mother didn't say anything more.

Together, the two pushed the frame into the door and went about their work.

There are two kinds of noodles in the box, one is a rough alkaline noodle that specializes in hot dry noodles, and the other is a handmade leaf noodle with soup noodles.

The first thing Zhao Qingyu did was to change the coal, light all the stoves that should be lit, fill them with new honeycomb coal, open the lid under the stove, and let the fire burn.

Then it was time to boil the water, because to start the dusting of noodles in earnest, she took the largest lower soup pot, filled it with eight points full of water, put it on top of the largest stove, and waited for the water to boil.

Mother Zhao washed the table, used it for dusting noodles later, and took out the side dishes that were fried in the refrigerator yesterday, and reheated them in a pot on the small stove.

Yesterday's chopped green onions and pickles were picked and washed, and it was indeed a lot easier in the morning, but I still had to wash some greens, and when the time came, someone would ask for the noodle soup.

Half an hour later, the water boiled, Zhao Qingyu began to dust the noodles, and Zhao's mother hurriedly aimed the blower at the cleaned table and turned on the strongest gear.

Zhao Qingyu hadn't been busy yet, just standing next to a few big stoves, she was already so hot that she was sweating all over, and now that the blower was blowing, she suddenly felt much cooler.

In addition to the toilet in the façade, two pools were built in the back and in the front, and Zhao's mother took the picked cabbage to the back pool to wash it, and Zhao Qingyu had already begun to dust the second pot of noodles after coming out.

She hurriedly put down the vegetable basket in her hand and went over to help.

If you are alone, you have to watch that the pot can't be cooked, and you have to dust off the freshly fished noodles well, and you can't snore together, which must be much slower.

The two people are different, Zhao's mother came over to look at the pot, Zhao Qingyu took the big bamboo chopsticks in the back to pick up the noodles, sprinkle the oil, and put them into the newly bought white plastic basket after the heat was almost gone.

After dusting the noodles, it was almost five o'clock, and the water that had been dusted off the noodles became dim, Zhao Qingyu and Zhao's mother lifted the big soup pot together, and poured the noodle soup inside into the canal next to the door.

Put it on the stove with clean cold water again, and at this time the fire in the stove has burned to the honeycomb coal on it, and standing next to the stove, you can see the gap between the soup pot and the stove is red.

Zhao Qingyu and Zhao's mother divided the alkali-free leaf noodles into small handfuls and small handfuls, if someone wants to make soup noodles, just pick up a handful and scatter it and throw it into the pot.

"Xiaoyu, you have figured out these little things so clearly, I wonder if you went to work for a noodle restaurant quietly during the summer vacation." Zhao's mother joked while holding her face.

"I just went to someone else's house to learn because I was thinking about opening a noodle restaurant."

Mother Zhao suddenly looked worried: "Alas, your father is coming back today, in case our business is not good today, and your father happens to see it, it must be another sneer." ”

"Mom, you just put 100,000 hearts, our store can't lose." Zhao Qingyu said with great certainty that the owner of the noodle restaurant in the previous life had built a seven-story western-style building in the town for three years, and the other party was not as good as her at that time.

"Think about the taste of those noodles we had last night, and then think about the few restaurants that tasted better than ours before, and everyone else made money, so why don't we make money." Zhao Qingyu took the last handful of noodles, went to the pool next to him and washed his hands, wiped his hands on the bib on his side, and moved the neatly stacked leaf dough to the side of the hot dry noodles.

Zhao's mother thought about it, today is the opening day again, and it is too unlucky for her to always say some frustrating words like this, so she whispered a few times, then picked up the broom and began to sweep the noodles that fell on the ground.

Zhao Qingyu was on the other side, and he was busy replacing the soaked powder with clean water, putting it in a clean plastic box, and putting it on the shelf table at the back.

There are not many types of things they sell, there are four kinds of hot dry noodles, soup noodles, rice noodles, and rice noodles, among which the main one is hot dry noodles.