I used to be a liar, but now call me a cooking god!

These workers are all old customers who have always supported Tao Li. Old customers want to eat noodles, and he is making them. How can he refuse? He must make them more meticulously so that old customers can see his progress.

His small shop does not have so many tableware. At noon, in order to ensure the operation of the program, people from the program team helped to collect and wash the dishes, but they did not feel it.

Now there is only one person, not to mention collecting bowls, there is no time to collect money. It all depends on the customers to scan the code when they get the noodles.

When there are no bowls, Tao Li can only go to the table to find bowls, and after finding the bowls, he will go back to wash them and continue to use them.

This search for bowls slowed down the speed again. The diners standing in the front row were about to take their turns, but the boss went to collect and wash the bowls, but he had no time to do it, so he simply stepped forward to help.

When they saw empty bowls, they helped to put them on the table at the door of the kitchen, and some even directly called the diners who had finished eating noodles to take them directly.

So, a very strange scene appeared in the noodle shop. The boss was busy frying toppings and cooking noodles in the back kitchen. When it was the turn of the diners to eat noodles, they went to the table to find empty bowls, washed them and put them next to the boss.

When collecting the bowls, they also cleaned the table. Anyway, they would sit there later, so it would be more comfortable to look at if they cleaned it up.

In terms of bowls and chopsticks, the diners were completely self-sufficient.

Some people who saw that the business here was good and didn't know the situation accidentally came in. They were shocked to see diners looking for bowls and washing them by themselves.

"Fuck, I have to wash the dishes by myself when I eat. I am willing to wash the dishes, why do I still come out to eat?"

Although he said so, he smelled the fragrance of various toppings and the satisfied expressions of others eating noodles. He still stayed very sincerely and obediently queued up at the back. When washing the dishes, he also helped wash a few more.

At around nine o'clock, Tao Li, who had been busy for most of the day, was horrified to find that there were still so many people queuing up. For three whole hours, he just lowered his head to roll noodles, cook noodles, cut vegetables, and stir-fry toppings. He had completely become a robot that made noodles without any emotions.

Looking at the unfinished ingredients in the box, Tao Li felt like crying.

So tired.

Originally, he had to stir-fry the toppings according to the method tailored for him by the master, and he did not have the master's ability to stir-fry a large pot of noodles at a time without changing the taste, and take out six or seven portions of noodles at a time. How long would he have to stir-fry one portion at a time? Did he have to stir-fry until all the vegetables were fried before he could go off work and rest?

He put down the spatula and walked out of the kitchen, trying to tell the diners who were still queuing that his noodle shop was a daytime shop, not a night snack shop, and usually closed at around seven o'clock. If you want to eat noodles, come tomorrow.

Otherwise, why do people say that honest people are not suitable for doing business? People like Tao Li are not only honest, but also a little inferior because they are too ordinary, so they naturally lack some momentum when speaking.

If he had just said that he was closed and no longer making noodles, and asked everyone to come at another time, with a firmer attitude and a more serious tone, the customers might have left after a little hesitation.

But he came out to explain in a nice voice that he had closed the shop at around 3 o'clock, and the reason he opened the shop was because a group of diners from other places came by car to eat his noodles. In order not to disappoint the diners from other places, he opened the shop and continued to make noodles.

The diners who had originally thought that the stall was closed and were ready to leave were unhappy because they saw the boss took off his apron.

"Boss, how can you be partial to one over the other? We are all diners who come here to eat. It is important to leave a good impression on foreign customers, but aren't local customers more important? We are the important people who will come back frequently to maintain your business."

"You have cooked for them, so what's the harm in working harder to cook a bowl for us? Be obedient, you can sleep anytime, but you must eat now."

"I don't care, I want to treat everyone equally and eat noodles."

"I have waited for an hour. If you let me go now, believe it or not, I will perform a scene of Lu Bu recognizing his adoptive father for you on the spot."

A group of people talked at once, with reason and evidence, and Tao Li was no match for them. He was defeated after a few words and could only go back to the kitchen to continue making noodles.

Facts have proved that his guess was correct.

It was past nine o'clock, and even if the people who had originally come for dinner came late, they were almost finished and ready to leave, but the people who had supper came out again.

As soon as everyone went out, they suddenly saw a noodle shop that was bustling with people and doing a booming business. The aroma wafted out of the house. It would be strange if they could resist not coming in to eat noodles.

In addition, people who had eaten noodles before thought it tasted good and recommended it to their relatives and friends by posting videos on WeChat Moments. Once the popularity increased, it was impossible to have fewer people.

So, at half past ten, there were still people waiting to eat noodles. Tao Li looked through the box and found that there was still a little bit of vegetables left.When he was in a hurry, he wished that time could go back and find the big brother who prepared the dishes for him. He turned into a roaring horse and held the big brother's shoulder to question him.

"Big brother, how many dishes did you prepare for me? Did you pick up the dishes from the vegetable market? Don't you want money? It's great to be rich. Take these dishes back quickly. I want to rest."

In the final analysis, Tao Li should blame himself for this matter. He was too excited at that time.

When the old fan asked for the list of ingredients, he only wrote the names of the ingredients and forgot to write the quantities of the ingredients. Manager Yang was also worried about how much to buy after getting the list.

For such a small matter, how could he, as a manager, ask the boss specifically? He simply found the owner of the vegetable store to ask.

The owner of the vegetable store directly prepared two large boxes of ingredients according to the standard of a noodle shop with good business. Manager Yang saw that there were a few less of them, so he added some more and pressed the boxes tightly.

This made the box like a treasure box. Tao Li kept taking and taking, but he could never take it all.

Fortunately, he thought at the time to choose the simplest toppings, and the list of ingredients he wrote was all for simple stir-fried toppings, which were easy to make, otherwise Tao Li would have cried to death.

It was not until eleven o'clock that all the diners had their meals, and the dishes were all gone. After eating at half past eleven, they cleaned up and washed the dishes.

When Tao Li got home, he looked at the watch. Wow, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Although there was a lot more money in the collection account, much more than what he usually sold in a week, it was really tiring.

He opened the group of brothers he had just joined and complained bitterly.

"Damn it, from six to eleven o'clock, I made noodles for nearly five hours. The business is so good, and I am in pain and happiness."

At this time, Tao Li thought everyone was asleep and no one would reply to the message. Who knew that the message came as soon as it was sent. It was sent by Vincent.

"You closed at three o'clock, I saw someone post a video online, standing outside the door you closed and crying, saying that they would go to your house to catch you and cook noodles. Did they really catch you?"