Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

"Hahaha, what a great relationship! Then you can try the stewed pork I made later. It tastes very authentic!"

It is said that these stall owners are very capable. Not only do they help to reserve a spot, but they also generously exchange the items sold on both sides.

With all this interaction, the relationship between the two sides has become closer.

After chatting for a while, Chen Jun and Lin Yao started to work.

They put the carts side by side and started moving some tables, chairs and benches.

An old man who came to eat yesterday also came over, followed by a little old lady of similar age.

"Hey, old man, I came late today. I almost thought that this seat was taken by someone else."

"Come on, come on, let me help you move the chairs. I want to eat the first pot today."

Seeing this, Chen Jun didn't dare to ask him for help. The old man had gray hair and was at least over 70 years old.

"Hey, old man, please sit here. We will clean it up soon."

The old lady behind him walked over slowly, looking a little unhappy: "You are such a busy old man. Why don't you just eat something at home? Why do you have to come out?"

The old man laughed twice, pointed at Chen Jun and Lin Yao who were busy, and said with a look of nostalgia: "Hey, you didn't come yesterday, you didn't know how delicious the food here is."

"Didn't you say this morning that I was drooling in my dream? That was because I dreamed about the boss cooking. Hahahaha."

The old lady looked even more disgusted when she heard this: "Go away, go away, go away, it's shameful for you to say such things at your age."

The old man was not angry. He listed and commented on the two dishes he had eaten yesterday. After that, he shouted to Chen Jun, "Little Boss, give me one portion of each of the four dishes from yesterday. I must let this little old woman learn something new today."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun walked over with a teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of the two elderly people.

"Oh, young boss, you are so particular. Yesterday it was hot water, but today it is mixed with tea."

Although the old man was old, his words were quite interesting. He took a sip from the teacup and nodded with satisfaction: "The tea is average, but it is of high standard for this stall."

"Grandpa, I changed the menu today. If you want to eat yesterday's dishes, you can only order spicy shredded potatoes and Kung Pao chicken." Chen Jun poured the tea and said with a smile.

When the old man heard that yesterday’s fish-flavored eggplant and mapo tofu were gone, he immediately became unhappy.

"What's going on? Why is the Mapo Tofu gone? Why did you replace such a delicious dish?"

The boss of the braised pork stall nearby couldn't help but say, "That's right, your Mapo Tofu was so popular yesterday, you shouldn't have changed the menu."

The biggest fear for those selling food at a stall is changing the variety of products, as old customers might stop coming.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun patiently explained, "Don't worry, you two. I have many specialties, and I will change the menu frequently in the future so that everyone can try more dishes."

The old man touched his chin when he heard this, and then asked, "What two new dishes are served today?"

"We're stir-frying pork with liver and kidney. Don't worry, we won't charge you if it doesn't taste good." Chen Jun pointed to the cardboard in front of the stall and said confidently.

When the old man heard that it was twice-cooked pork and liver and kidneys stir-fried together, he immediately had no objection.

He is a big foodie and has plenty of money, so both dishes are to his liking.

"Okay, let's try your new dishes today, boss. I'll have one portion each of twice-cooked pork and stir-fried liver and kidney, and a plate of spicy shredded potatoes."

"Well, two more bowls... Hey, we have steamed buns today, give us four steamed buns."

"Okay, I'll start the fire right away and bring it to you when it's done."

The old lady next to her didn't have any objection. She felt that her old man had been cheated. It was unreasonable to think that the dishes made by a small stir-fry stall could be delicious.

She wanted to see how capable this young man Chen Jun was and whether he could make people drool in their dreams.

"Lin Yao, light up the fire, continue to boil water, and then put the wooden barrel on top to heat it up."

Soon, the brother and sister began to get busy.

Lin Yao boiled water, set the table, and heated up rice and steamed buns, while Chen Jun took out the ingredients and began slicing meat and cutting vegetables. His technique was very skillful and it was quite relaxing to watch.

As the wok started working, many people came over following the smell.

"Little floor, it seems like we can order food now."

Chen Jun looked up and saw that it was his elder sister who didn’t eat enough yesterday, so he quickly summoned Lin Yao to entertain her.

When the eldest sister took a look at today's menu, she was a little surprised. She waved her hand and directly ordered four dishes.

Lin Yao happily poured tea and collected money, then wrote down the dishes ordered by her elder sister in the notebook in front of Chen Jun.

Because the stall had just been opened, there weren't many customers yesterday, but some neighbors who live on the street came out after smelling the scent.

"Wow, this is twice-cooked pork, it smells really good."

"Little boss, can you pack this up? I live next door."

"Of course I can, but you have to bring your own dishes." Conditions are limited now, and Chen Jun cannot use plastic bags or other packaging tools.

"No problem, you fry it first and I'll go home and get it."

People who live on this street tend to have some financial resources at home, so it's easy for them to come out and have a stir-fried dish.

For example, the guests at the first table today, the old man lives nearby, and it is said that he has his own house and yard. Neighbors who come here to order food have to call him "Uncle Liu" when they see him.

However, Chen Jun did not care too much about the identity of the guest.

Everyone who comes to eat at his restaurant is treated equally, and no matter whether they are rich or poor, they can eat at the same table.

It's not even time for lunch yet, but Chen Jun is already very busy.

Lin Yao was extremely busy, serving tea, collecting money and writing orders, and she had to be urged from time to time.

If it weren't for the small amounts of change that kept being put into her bag, Lin Yao would have complained a few words.

After finally recording the food that the neighbors wanted to take away, Lin Yao had time to take a short break.

Pouring herself a cup of tea to moisten her throat which was about to smoke, Lin Yao's big, shiny black eyes rolled around in her bag, and then she patted Chen Jun who was cooking with shining eyes.

"Brother, brother, we've made it today!!!"

It wasn't even the peak dinner time yet, but with just a few guests and orders from neighbors, I already had more than twenty yuan in my bag.

Seeing so much money, Lin Yao felt a little dizzy.

Isn't this money coming too quickly?

They collected more than 40 yuan yesterday, and I thought it was already very impressive, but I didn’t expect it to be even more impressive today.

Even the highest-paid uncle in the hospital only earns a few dozen yuan a month.

The brother and sister set up a stall and could make a Yi Zhonghai in three days.

If business is better, we can even visit Yi Zhonghai every two days.

Chen Jun turned around and looked at his sister. The girl's eyes were full of stars and she was extremely excited.

It must be said that setting up a stall opposite Fengdeng Building was a wise choice.

Yesterday he just tried it out and made the stall famous. Today, residents nearby came to order food from him.

Moreover, these people are all very rich, so they don’t feel bad at all when ordering meat dishes at 40 cents per serving.