My sister returns to a wealthy family, and her eight brothers spoil her with their lives.

When Ye Zhongnan took the Dali Pill, he understood Xiao Xi's painstaking efforts, and it would be hypocritical to refuse it again.

The next day was Monday, and Ye Zhongnan moved to the house he rented early the morning before.

He does not intend to live permanently in Chengbeiguang Street, this is just his starting point.

Everything was almost ready in the rental house, so Ye Zhongnan packed his bags and moved in.

After settling in, he went to the market first.

I was optimistic about Northeast rice and bought five bags first, then bought a lot of broccoli, and then the condiments.

Due to the trial opening, Ye Zhongnan decided to cook vegetable porridge on Monday morning.

This is a very basic home-cooked porridge with a simple preparation process.

Ye Zhongnan got up at 5:00.

He first poured half a bag of rice, washed it and soaked it, and then washed a piece of broccoli.

Then put a large black iron soup pot on the fire, boil a pot of water, then put the soaked rice into the pot and let the porridge simmer slowly.

At first, Ye Zhongnan used a wooden spoon to stir.

After a while, he discovered the benefits of this pot. It didn't need to be stirred, and it didn't boil. After all, it was an artifact of the Immortal family, so Ye Zhongnan could rest assured and wait for the pot to boil by itself;

Then he washed the broccoli, soaked it in water, chopped it and set aside.

In less than half an hour, the porridge had been cooked for two hours. Then he added chopped lettuce to the pot and a little salt.

Just after six o'clock, the fragrant smell of porridge wafted from the first floor.

Next he brewed some chili oil.

Make some simple radish salad.

I wasn't fully prepared on the first day, so I cut the white radish into small pieces and added a little chili oil.

Ye Zhongnan served a bowl of porridge himself. He felt that the texture was delicate and not bad, and there was a lot of room for improvement. He mixed the white radish with it and paired it with the porridge. It was amazing.

In this way, he had breakfast, and then he prepared the food for the stall.

Ten years ago, there were no such exquisite disposable packaging paper bowls, chopsticks, plastic spoons, etc.

I almost forgot to bring the QR code tag.

Ye Zhongnan lamented that technology is advancing so fast nowadays. With a dense combination of blocks, someone can actually make money by scanning it with their phone.

At this time, what Ye Zhongnan didn't know was that there was an anorexic woman named Dong Pingping living upstairs.

She was only fifty or sixty pounds thin, and it would be no exaggeration to say she was a walking skeleton.

As usual, Dong Pingping stayed up all night and fell asleep at five or six in the morning.

In her sleep, she smelled the aroma of rice cooking porridge, which was reassuring, and she finally slept soundly.

Ye Zhongnan downstairs saw that it was already dawn, and if he didn't leave the stall, this big pot of porridge would fall on his hands.

He finally moved the soup pot onto the tricycle. The tricycle already had a stove, gas tank, etc. and was fully equipped.

He turned on the stove on a low heat, because he didn't have to worry about the porridge in the pot being mushy, so he just turned on a low heat.

Then Ye Zhongnan mustered up the courage to pedal a tricycle and come out of the alley.

He didn't know where to buy it for a moment, so he stopped at the entrance of the alley.

This is right at the intersection into the main street.

At this point, the white-collar workers were rushing to catch the subway, and they saw Ye Zhongnan's tricycle.

"Excuse me, what's for breakfast here?"

"There are only vegetable porridge and side dishes, do you want one?" Ye Zhongnan replied, he still couldn't let go.

Who wants to just drink porridge when you are so busy in the morning? Many people just ask and leave.

After failing in the first battle, Ye Zhongnan was a little frustrated.

He reflected for a moment and found that the pot looked dark and unattractive, and it even had a lid.

If the porridge is covered, how can the aroma come out?

So Ye Zhongnan opened the lid and started shouting shamelessly.

"Broccoli porridge, the best breakfast porridge, 10 yuan a bowl."

Ten yuan a bowl of porridge is very expensive, but Ye Zhongnan's purpose is not to make money.

Xiao Wu and Xiao Xi both said it was to accumulate luck.

If it was sold too cheaply, his level as a national chef would be reduced to dust, which he couldn't accept.

Thinking that people were in a hurry and worried that it would be too hot, Ye Zhongnan filled a few bowls of porridge and put them on the tricycle's board to dry.

As soon as the morning wind blows, the unique fragrance attracts the walking crowd.

"Boss, how much is a bowl of porridge?"

"Huh? Ten yuan! Have a bowl!"

A young man was in a hurry, but he smelled the aroma of porridge and was very hungry.

A bowl of porridge costs ten yuan. Although it is very expensive, it is not affordable. The main reason is that it smells so fragrant that it enchants the soul.

The young man hurriedly scanned the QR code for ten yuan.

Ye Zhongnan quickly handed him a bowl and took a disposable spoon

"Would you like some side dishes?"

"Pour it directly into the porridge for me."

This bowl of porridge has been cooled down just enough and the temperature is right.

The young man took a sip: Wow, the broccoli porridge has a delicate texture. I didn't expect the broccoli to become so soft after being cooked, and the rice grains also provided a rich taste.

The freshness of broccoli and the denseness of rice.

Taking a sip of porridge filled the young man with a sense of freshness and satisfaction.

"I'll go, this is so delicious! I've never had such good porridge in my life."

In less than two minutes, the young man finished the bowl. He took the initiative to scan the QR code for ten yuan and asked for another bowl.

Oh my gosh, it tastes so good.

Then he scanned the code a third time and said he wanted to pack it up and take it to his colleagues.

In order to drink porridge, I will come here early tomorrow, the man thought, and rushed to the subway station with the packed porridge.

If the first person buys it, the second person will buy it.

After a while, Ye Zhongnan didn't have time to take out the porridge and left it to dry.

Many people started to drink the hot porridge while blowing it.

Others paid, packed up and left directly.

The white radish that filled half the pot was also particularly popular.

The rush hour for work has passed like this, and Ye Zhongnan's broccoli porridge has sold out.

Then there were not many pedestrians at the entrance of the alley.

A group of old men and women who had finished exercising were passing by the alley.

They saw this young man buying porridge from a distance and felt very disdainful.

A few aunties came directly to make trouble.

"Handsome guy, I think you are crazy about money. You are so good-looking, and you are not doing your job properly if you don't go to work!"

"What? It's just an ordinary vegetable porridge, but you have the nerve to use it to make money, and you still pay 10 yuan for a bowl?"

"If you really want to make that much money, I won't give up on this old bone. I will go out to buy porridge tomorrow. I will definitely sell it better than you!"

Several aunts laughed wildly and looked down upon him.

Ye Zhongnan didn't want to be acquainted with them, he planned to close the stall.

By the way, upstairs from Ye Zhongnan, Dong Pingping was suffering from anorexia.

Because after 7:30, she suddenly couldn't smell the aroma of porridge in her sleep.

There was a huge emptiness in my heart.

As if she was having a flashback, she jumped up from the bed.

"It tastes like broccoli porridge! It's so fragrant!"

Dong Pingping secretly made up her mind that if she didn't drink this bowl of porridge today, she would die today.

She put on her clothes randomly and rushed out. She wanted to find this life-saving bowl of broccoli porridge.