Rebirth of the Guardian Cute Baby

Zhen Jing didn't know that Zhen Yu had gone back to the classroom to beat Li Xiaozhi, and Zhen Yu didn't tell her. Zhen Jing took her daughter to KFC to buy a chicken drumstick. When she was paying, she received a message on her phone that the bank card balance was 123 yuan.

No way! Zhen Jing quickly checked and found that the original owner had no other bank cards or credit cards except this one. In the end, various information showed that the original owner's savings added up to only this much money.

The original owner had no savings and was suddenly laid off by the company. Because he couldn't find a suitable job taking care of the children, he was deceived into joining a street food stall business. After paying the tuition and franchise fee, he had no money left.

The original owner thought that it didn't matter if she had no money, because she had also followed the students to the street food stalls to see that the vegetarian snacks they had joined were very popular, and customers lined up to buy them, and each person bought several portions. The boss said that he could make 20,000 yuan in one night.

These students only saw that the seats were full of customers, but they didn't know that the bustling scene they saw was all hired by the training company, and there were very few real customers.

The original owner thought that she would be content if she could sell five or six thousand a day. She could cook two hundred bowls of noodles for thirty yuan a day, and it wouldn't be too tiring to take care of the children.

Who would have thought that after learning the theoretical knowledge, the franchise company provided tools and a tin food truck, and then ran away with the money.

The original owner prepared for the whole day yesterday, and pushed the food cart to the street to set up a stall at around 4 o'clock. Maybe because he was a novice, there were no customers overnight, and no one patronized the stall in the morning. He had to throw away the cooked noodles and go home. Maybe because he was overthinking and under too much pressure, he closed his eyes when he was resting and never woke up.

When she got back to her residence, Zhen Jing looked at a basket of eggs piled against the wall, two 50-jin sacks of noodles, a bundle of green onions and a bundle of coriander, as well as oil, salt and various condiments. She held her forehead and thought that the noodles were easy to store, but the green onions and coriander would rot if left overnight.

"Mom, do you want to set up a stall?"

After Zhen Yu finished eating the chicken leg, he threw away the bone, wiped his mouth, and looked at Zhen Jing.

"Okay, let's set up the stall."

The original owner rented the first floor, which also had a small yard, and the food truck was parked in the yard.

Zhen Jing and Zhen Yu put the ingredients in the dining car together. After putting the ingredients in, there was still a small space left. Zhen Yu climbed up and sat down, waving his hand:

"Let's go!"

Zhen Jing pushed the food cart and slowly walked out of the community. She thought to herself, "The original owner set up a stall at the entrance of the community, but it never opened. It seems that it is not easy to do business with acquaintances. I have to try another place."

So she decided to go a little further today and try her luck at the night market. The night market was not far from the community, and she only needed to push her food cart one more street to reach it.

Seeing a chicken slaughtering shop on the street, Zhen Jing stopped and selected a free-range rooster weighing about three pounds from the chicken cage. The owner took it out and put it on the scale and weighed it, saying it was one hundred and ten yuan. Zhen Jing thought about the balance in her bank card and decided to pay for it, asking the owner to help her with it as she would use it to make soup.

When Zhen Jing arrived at the night market, she found that it was even more lively than she had imagined. It was a great place to set up a stall. Snack stalls were lined up in order, but the good locations had already been occupied by other stall owners. Zhen Jing arrived a little late, and some people looked at her strangely but didn't say anything. Zhen Jing finally found a place in the corner.

She stopped the car, put the seasonings and pots in order, put the free-range chicken and other ingredients into the pot to stew, then chopped the green onions and coriander, and took out the sign from under the frame. The name and price of the food were already written on the sign, and various specifications were provided for people to choose from, and the prices were adjustable.

Zhen Jing changed the name of the delicacy on the sign to delicious chicken noodle soup and adjusted the price to thirty yuan per bowl.

Zhen Yu was wiping everywhere with a rag, not idle at all. After wiping, he stood aside and shouted, "Noodles, noodles for sale!" Zhen Jing smiled and said, "This child will never go hungry when he grows up."

At this time, the pot of stewing chicken made a gurgling sound, the pot boiled, and the aroma of chicken soup emanated.

Zhen Jing asked Zhen Yu, "Can I cook you another bowl of noodles?"

Zhen Yu shook his head: "I'm full."

Zhen Jing was still hungry! She turned down the heat of the chicken soup, then boiled another pot with cold water, put a handful of dragon beard noodles in it, and put coriander, green onion, peanuts, soy sauce, vinegar and pepper in an empty bowl, then scooped two spoonfuls of noodle soup into the bowl. After doing all this, she picked up a few noodles from the pot and looked at them. The noodles were soft, smooth, chewy and cooked just right. She took out the noodles, rinsed them with cold water and put them in the soup bowl, opened the pot of stewed chicken and scooped half a spoonful of chicken soup into it.

A simple bowl of chicken noodle soup was ready. At this time, a young man passed by the stall. He took a breath and was attracted by the aroma of chicken soup. He glanced at the bowl of clear soup noodles with coriander and chopped green onions that had just been served and asked:

"How much is a bowl of this chicken noodle soup?"

Zhen Jing had just found the chopsticks and pointed at the sign casually.

"Thirty yuan a bowl."

The young man hesitated for a moment, the price was a bit high. Finally, he took a small stool and sat down, "Okay, give me a bowl to try."

"This bowl is mine. I'll make another one for you."

"it is good."

Zhen Jing happily got busy, and soon, a bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup was served to the young man.

The young man picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and his eyes lit up immediately, "Mm, delicious! This tastes really good!"

After saying that, he started eating.

Zhen Jing took this opportunity to eat her bowl of noodles. The noodles had been left out for a little too long and were not as chewy as before, but they still tasted good.

After finishing the meal, the young man still felt unfulfilled and ordered another bowl.

Although it's a bit expensive, the noodles are so delicious. It's the first time in his life that he has eaten such delicious noodles with such tangy soup.

The young man took out his phone and paid, then looked at the sign again, "Do you have any other flavors of noodles here?"

Zhen Jing smiled and said, "For now, this is all I have..."

This was her first time selling food at a stall, so she didn’t know what the customers here liked. She was very happy to see that some people liked her food.

The noodles are just ordinary dragon beard noodles, one bag contains 250 grams, just enough to cook one bowl.

There are a hundred bags in this big bag. If all are sold, I can make 3000 yuan today.

The noodles themselves are not expensive, but when you add in the tuition and franchise fees, the noodles become valuable.

Although I don't know what kind of alliance I joined now, it all depends on Zhen Jing's own cooking skills. I didn't expect that this young man also likes this flavor of noodles.

"Okay, then pack ten for me and I'll take them back for my colleagues who are working overtime to try!"

Zhen Jing said awkwardly: "My noodles taste best when they are made and eaten right away. If you take them home, they will soak and become mushy, and the original flavor will be easily lost. I don't provide take-away service here!"

The young man thought about it, picked up his cell phone and made a call. Zhen Jing heard that he was asking his colleagues who were working overtime to come downstairs to eat noodles.

A few minutes later, eight or nine young men and women came over one after another. "What kind of noodles are so delicious? It's not easy to make a picky kid like Xiao Linzi praise it..."

Because Xiaolin told the price when he called, these overtime workers were not surprised by the price of 30 yuan per bowl of noodles, but they were surprised by the taste when they ate the noodles.

This is so delicious too.

One person even went to the side to take a look at the noodle packages stuffed in the garbage bag.

After reading it, he said with admiration:

“How come ordinary noodles taste so good after being cooked by the boss!”

"The soup is delicious! The boss must have a secret recipe for his soup!"

The pot of stewed chicken was still emitting an aroma, and someone went over to smell it.

"Is this stew made from the old hen you raised at home?"

Zhen Jing smiled and said:

"They are free-range chickens raised in the mountains, bought from a butcher shop."

"I've bought this kind of chicken before, but it doesn't taste like this when stewed. Why is your soup so delicious?"

This question is really hard to answer. Zhen Jing also thought the soup was delicious, and eating a mouthful of noodles was like eating the legendary swan meat.

Although the location is quite remote, the chicken soup has a unique taste and the aroma fills half the street. With these young people opening the business, it attracted many customers who like noodles. The 50-pound bag of noodles that Zhen Jing put on the food cart was sold out without anyone noticing.

When it was time to close the stall, the two large buckets of water were used up, all the ingredients and seasonings were gone, and there was only a stewed chicken with the bones and meat falling off in the pot. Finally, I didn't have to worry about not having money to eat tomorrow.

When I got back to the community, the guard had turned off the lights, the main gate was closed, and the small gate was not locked, so the food truck could just pass through. This community is the family compound of a factory. The houses are old and only the elderly are left. The young people have moved away. The guards are a couple in their seventies.

At this time, except for a high hanging street lamp that was still glowing diligently, almost all the lights in other places were off.

Zhen Jing pushed the car into the alley of her home, and Zhen Yu suddenly shouted: "Why is the door open?"