"Why don't we sell ravioli?" At this time, Tang Xiaoxiao said.

Song's father and Song's mother are southerners in the end, and making steamed buns and dumplings are definitely not as good as authentic northerners.

And to do this, you have to get up at three or four o'clock in the morning to prepare, Song's father and Song's mother are getting older and older, and it is not very suitable.

Wontons only need to cook a pot of soup in advance, and they can be sold now, and Song Mubao's wontons she has eaten, and the taste is excellent.

"We can use the big bone broth and the jar dishes made by my mother as a side dish, and the business will definitely be good." Tang Xiaoxiao said.

"This big bone is easy to handle, how to get this meat? Where do we get those meat tickets? Father Song said hesitantly.

"Now the government advocates independent management, and the meat station provides business supplies every morning, and I go to pick up the goods every morning, and we don't make wontons or meat buns, or too much." Song Jingzhi felt that the little daughter-in-law's proposal was good.

"I think it's a good idea, let's just make breakfast, and in the afternoon we can make the next day's wonton wrappers, how many skins we make, how many wontons we sell the next day, and we won't waste them." Mother Song looked at Song's father, so that she would have time to help take care of her grandchildren during the day.

Song Jingzhi and Tang Xiaoxiao also looked at Father Song, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Then let's sell breakfast and make wontons." Father Song made the final decision.

Just do it, and the next day, Song's father started to transform it according to the pattern of the second hospital.

There was an eaves at the entrance of the courtyard that could block the rain inside and outside, and he was going to set up a stall at the gate of the courtyard, and the wontons were also freshly wrapped and cooked at the gate of the courtyard, so that customers could see it.

As for the courtyard, he plans to make a few tables and chairs in the courtyard, and the room in the second courtyard is also made into a private room according to his daughter-in-law's proposal.

On this day, Song Jingzhitian arrived at the back door of the meat station at a slight light, and at this time there were already several vendors waiting to get the goods.

"Chief, what do you want? Do you have a reservation? The door opened, and the director of the meat station saw Song Jingzhi in military uniform and tall at first sight.

"My parents are going to open a wonton shop, and they need some big bones and meat every day." Song Jingzhi said truthfully.

"You write down the amount you need, write down the date you start ordering, and come and pick up the goods at this time of day." Seeing that he was a soldier, the director was very polite.

"What if there is a change in volume?" He asked, after all, he didn't know how business was going at first.

"Tell me a day in advance and you can fill in the form again." The director smiled and said that the address of the store is also needed on the list.

After all, this meat that doesn't require a meat ticket is not something you can buy if you want to, and the meat station will visit it regularly.

Whether your store needs so much meat every day, and whether it sells dog meat on the head of a sheep, all have to be investigated.

The problem of meat is solved, the problem of white noodles is easier to solve, there is more white noodles in Tang Xiaoxiao's space, and farmers in the suburbs of Beijing will occasionally carry white noodles out to exchange money, so they don't have to worry about white noodles having no provenance.

[The reason why I don't write meat is taken from space, because the male protagonist is a soldier, and it is inevitable that business at home will be investigated, so the provenance of various things will be more attention.] 】

The day before the opening, a signboard was hung at the door of the second courtyard [Song Ji Bone Soup Wonton Shop].

There were a lot of people watching the excitement around the gate of the courtyard, and everyone was talking about not knowing how long this wonton shop would be open, after all, there were a lot of breakfast shops in the vicinity.

On the day of the opening, Song Jingzhi took a day off, and after getting the big bones and meat back early in the morning, his task was to watch the children.

When the door of the second courtyard was opened, the big bone broth was boiling, and Tang Xiaoxiao pasted the red paper written last night at the door.

The small portion is 12 cents for 4 cents, the medium portion is 16 pieces for 5 cents, and the large portion is 22 pieces for 7 cents, and the side dishes are delivered free of charge.

Mother Song sat on a high chair wrapping wontons, feeling weak in her heart, it was still early at this time, and there was no one outside.

"Girl, will we sell it too expensive." Song's mother was a little restless, she couldn't earn a few cents a day working in the village, and the small portion of this wonton cost 4 cents, and she wouldn't eat it.

"Mother, this wonton is wrapped in meat, and this soup is also boiled with big bones." This side dish, what kind of labor is not money?

"Yes, let's listen to our daughter-in-law, she is more knowledgeable than us." Father Song surrounded the bib and hat made by Tang Xiaoxiao, and guarded the fire in front of the coal stove, which is also an expense.

Soon, the first guest came to the stall, who was the original owner of the courtyard.

"Uncle, are you here to eat wontons?" Tang Xiaoxiao greeted warmly.

"Yes, I was hooked up by the taste of your bone broth early in the morning, so bring me a medium."

"Okay, uncle, please inside." Seeing that the uncle didn't bring a lunch box, Tang Xiaoxiao welcomed him into the courtyard.

"Mother, add two more to my uncle." She said to Mother Song in front of her uncle.

"Okay." Song's mother handed the wrapped 18 wontons to Song's father.

Soon the wontons were cooked, and Tang Xiaoxiao served the wontons, "Uncle, there are free side dishes on the small table over there, you can take them yourself, the bottle on this table is filled with chili oil made by my mother herself, and pepper." ”

On a small table in the corner of the courtyard are three kinds of side dishes, sauerkraut, fermented bean curd, and fried beans, all in large bowls, and next to them are small bowls for customers to serve vegetables.

"Okay, you're busy." The uncle nodded and said with a smile to Tang Xiaoxiao.

The bone broth is very thickly boiled, which is especially noticeable in the early morning, especially in this late autumn.

Many workers in the neighborhood who were about to go to work in the shoe factory were attracted and looked at the prices on the wall, but they were not cheap.

was hesitating, and when he saw Song Mubao's wontons again, there was indeed a lot of meat filling.

"Give me a small portion." It was a girl who spoke.

"Okay, sit inside." Tang Xiaoxiao received him warmly.

"Don't even stand at the door, it's delicious." The original owner shouted inside.

He has lived in this area for many years, and he is very familiar with the people in the neighborhood, and he is sure that many people want a small or medium portion, ready to try it.

There are more and more people in the courtyard, and diners who want to try it at the door will ask a question when they meet someone who is familiar with the courtyard, and if they get a positive answer, they will call for a share.

Some residents who originally just came out to buy groceries will also follow along to eat, or some who have had breakfast will go back and get a lunch box to pack for their families to taste.

By about 8 o'clock, they had already sold dozens of wontons, and the smiles on the faces of Song's father and Song's mother couldn't stop.

"Mother, you will have a little more baggage, and you may not be busy for a while." Tang Xiaoxiao cleaned up the bowls and spoons he had just used, wiped the table clean, and quickly helped Father Song prepare the seasoning bowl.

When it was time for the shoe factory to work at night, many workers who had planned to eat in the canteen came to the wonton shop one after another after hearing that the newly opened wonton shop tasted good.

Song's mother was holding the wontons familiarly, Song's father was cooking the wontons and collecting the money, and Tang Xiaoxiao was serving the wontons and cleaning up the table.

"I'm sorry, but today's wontons are sold out." Until they sold out all the ravioli, it was not yet 9 o'clock.