After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

A tricycle was parked behind the old Han's restaurant, which was used by Han Daqiang and his wife to buy vegetables a few years ago, and after making money from the restaurant, Han Daqiang changed his shotgun and bought a van to pull goods, and the tricycle was idle.

Han Yan happened to use a tricycle to pull goods.

When he arrived at the construction site, many people had gathered at the door, and Dahu saw Han Yan at a glance.

"Little Chef Han, this way, this way!" Han

Yan raised his hand and leaned over on the small tricycle.

"Little Chef Han, you're here. "

A group of workers from the construction site surrounded them.

"I made porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, I don't know if it suits your taste.

Han Yan opened the big iron pot, and the rich aroma of porridge wafted away, which made many people sigh with relish.

"I haven't drunk this porridge, but it smells so good. "

Most of these construction workers are from the countryside, and they usually drink porridge at home, that is, white porridge, millet porridge is rare, not to mention preserved egg and lean porridge.

There are also several breakfast shops near the construction site, most of which are steamed buns, soy milk, tofu brains, and no preserved eggs and lean porridge.

The big tiger tiptoed, looked into the cauldron, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva silently.

"Little Chef Han, how do you sell this porridge?"

"Two yuan and a sea bowl." "

Two yuan?

Dahu didn't expect it to be so cheap, he thought it would cost three or four yuan.

Han Yan snorted, "Two yuan and a bowl." This

price is carefully calculated by him, the porridge shop outside is four yuan for unlimited drinking, but other food other than porridge is ridiculously expensive, but this also has to count the cost of the store, such as rent, water and electricity.

And Han Yan came out to set up a stall to do business, and it is impossible to drink unlimited porridge for four yuan, and the construction workers do all manual work, if it is really unlimited porridge.

Then this business will have to pay for it.

But considering that it is not easy for this group of people to be exposed to the wind and sun, Han Yan did not set the price so high.

Two dollars for a bowl of porridge can also earn money, it is nothing more than a question of how much money to earn.

"Bring me a bowl, this price is right, if you order takeout, a bowl of porridge will sell for at least four yuan!"

"Give me a bowl too."

"I want it too. "

The canteen at the site offers steamed buns and pickles, as well as white rice porridge.

But every day when they eat this, the ascetics have to shout and return to the world.

The workers have long had enough.

The big tiger is holding a steamed bun in one hand and a sea bowl in the other.

Take a sip and eat it with leaves, preserved eggs, and shredded meat.

Salty, sticky, and lubricated, the preserved egg and lean meat are perfectly blended in the pot, and the taste of the meat fills the mouth when you eat it at the moment.

The big tiger almost cried, this is what people eat!

Drink two bowls of meat porridge in the morning, eat a few steamed buns, and work hard all morning.

"Hey, didn't you say lose weight, why do you still eat, let me get this bowl. "

Lose weight, lose a fart fat, this preserved egg and lean porridge is so delicious, losing weight is not a waste of food." "

Han Yan: A

big pot full of preserved eggs and lean porridge is full, and there is only one pot bottom left after dividing five by two.

Han Yan was shocked, it had only been less than ten minutes since he came out of the stall!

"Big Tiger, are we good brothers?" A

man with a black face put his hand on the shoulders of the big tiger.

The big tiger looked at him very vigilantly, and then protected the porridge in his hand.

"No, stay away from me, and I'll talk about it after eating. "

......

The first day of the stall went very smoothly, and many people even suggested that Han Yan should stew another pot of porridge tomorrow.

One pot is really not enough to eat.

Han Yan suddenly felt that the price of porridge had been set low.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of two people talking.

"We're really looking for workers here, but you're not the right fit.

"Why is it not suitable, I have the strength, and I am the best at moving bricks or something."

"Good at putting it aside, the key is that you are a woman, little girl, moving bricks is our old man's words, there is no woman." "

Du Ying?"

Han Yan was ready to pedal the tricycle back, and went back to make up for sleep while it was still early.

Suddenly found out that the girl who applied for a labor job at the construction site was his classmate Du Ying in Shangcheng.

"Han Yan!"

Du Ying's eyes lit up and she hurriedly ran over.

"Han Yan, Han Yan, why are you here, can't you get along in Shangcheng? "

No, I'm doing well in Uptown, and I'm coming back to inherit the family business.

"My family runs a restaurant in the neighborhood, and I come in the morning to sell breakfast.

Han Yan glanced at this classmate, with oily hair, a large black round-rimmed glasses, and a clear stupidity in his eyes.

Because both of them are in Spring City, when they were in college, they would come back together on vacation, and they didn't see each other for a long time after graduation, and they slowly broke off contact.

"Anyway, you work well in Shangcheng, isn't the company you joined a top 500 company, how did you come to the construction site to apply for a force worker?"

Han Yan didn't understand, very incomprehensible, both of them submitted resumes in this top 500 company, but Du Ying was favored by the interviewer because of his better English, and he could only retreat.

"The top 500 sounds good, do you know how tired you are, you go to work at eight o'clock every day, get off work at eleven o'clock in the evening, and only take an hour off in between.

"The leader has nothing to do to pretend to be a force in front of you and call you to the office to draw a big pie PUA.

Speaking of these tragic experiences, Du Ying turned into a humanoid spit machine and pulled Han Yan to talk non-stop.

"You know foreign telecom fraud, my last company is a painless version of telecom fraud!"

"It wants to make the whole world feel the pain!

What are you talking about...

Han Yan: (; ̄д ̄) Han Yan

watched as the sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the sun was getting higher and higher.

Finally an hour passed.

"You don't know, my last boss was Zhou Papi, no, he is simply the ultimate evolution version of Zhou Papi, do you know how much hair I lost for him, woo woo..."

The richness of the vocabulary makes people fall to the ground.

Finally, Han Yan stopped her.

"Well, what have you been up to lately?

"Write novels to support yourself. "

No wonder you're so poor.

Writing a novel is a dead end.

Du Ying sniffled, and her gaze crossed Han Yan and landed on the cauldron behind him.

"What smells so good. "

It's the porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork that I made, uh... I still have it at home, do you want to..."

"Hehe, thank you."

Han Yan: "..."Han

Yan remembered that Du Ying reminded him that he was very strong, and according to the normal trajectory, he should develop in the direction of Wang Aihua.

I didn't expect to see her again, and she was so thin.

When

I arrived at the old Han's restaurant, Han Daqiang and his wife had not yet returned, and generally speaking, there would be no customers in the restaurant before nine o'clock.

The two of them must have gone home to catch up on sleep after buying groceries at the market.

In the back kitchen pot, Han Yan left a lot of porridge, thinking that he would eat it after they came.

As a result, this is no longer possible.

Because Du Ying was alone, half of the pot was wiped out.

Even Wang Aihua's pickled garlic eggplant was dried in a few strips.

Du Ying wiped the corners of her mouth with the bowl, looked at Han Yan and said, "Is there still porridge?" The corners of Han

Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

Horror! Horror!