Rebirth of a Village Girl

Wang Meifeng offered money from Chengxin, but Ni Yan couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

"Auntie, then I won't be polite to you."

"You're welcome or not, little comrade, you deserve this." Wang Meifeng said with a smile.

Her son's life was more important than anything else.

What does this little money count for?

Wang Meifeng really likes Ni Yan. This little girl has a delicate mind. When talking about these things, she can even think of avoiding the child.

Ni Yan smiled slightly, "Auntie, since you are not polite to me, just call me Yanyan."

"Okay Yanyan." Wang Meifeng agreed happily.

Return to the house.

Ni Cuihua has walked out of the room and is chatting with Auntie and Ni Chenggui.

Yang Guobao sat aside obediently, as quiet as a girl.

Ni Yan took the initiative to introduce: "Mom, this is Aunt Yang, the mother of the national treasure."

Ni Cuihua looked at Wang Meifeng at a loss, "Hello."

Wang Meifeng is a college student, and her husband's family is also very well off, so she is very neatly dressed, elegant and luxurious, and she is not an ordinary person at first glance. After all, Ni Cuihua came from the countryside. Seeing Wang Meifeng like this, she felt a sense of inferiority in her heart.

Wang Meifeng directly held Ni Cuihua's hand and said enthusiastically: "Sister, you are so lucky to have such an outstanding daughter."

Ni Cuihua relaxed a little and said with a smile: "My Yanyan has been sensible since she was a child."

After chatting for a while, Wang Meifeng and others left the Ni family.

Ni Chenggui looked at Ni Yan in disbelief, "Yanyan, I didn't expect you to be so capable, even with medical skills."

Ni Cuihua's eyes flashed with doubts, but she didn't speak in the end.

The daughter she remembered had no medical skills at all, and the ancestors of the Mu family had not been practicing medicine for generations...

Ni Yan smiled and said: "Aunt Ni, it's not as exaggerated as you said. It's just a small trick. Let's eat quickly. This kelp and pig's trotters braised carp soup will lose its effect when it gets cold."

"Effectiveness?" Ni Chenggui's topic was successfully changed. "What effect does this soup have? It is made from kelp, pig's trotters and carp. Is it really edible? This is the first time I have seen soup made like this. "

In this era, there were not so many requirements for food, and there were not as many tricks as later generations.

Everyone has almost only one request.

As long as there is rice in the pot and meat in the bowl.

Ni Yan reached out and filled a bowl of soup for Ni Chenggui, "It has a beautifying effect and tastes good. You can try it."

After saying that, he served Ni Cuihua another bowl of soup, and finally served it to himself.

Women love beauty. When Ni Chenggui heard that this soup had beautifying effects, he immediately lowered his head and took a big sip, and then sincerely sighed: "Yanyan, your craftsmanship is really amazing! The taste of this soup is really great!" "

The soup was stewed thickly, and the color turned into a deep milky white. The soup combines the fragrance of fish with the gelatinous texture of pig's trotters, and the kelp cleverly neutralizes the two. The greasy feeling and delicious taste make people want to stop eating.

Ni Chenggui never knew that besides pickled fish, there was such a delicacy in the world!

"Try this." Ni Yan used serving chopsticks to pick up some green beans and stir-fried shrimps for Ni Chenggui.

"Mom, you should eat more of this dish."

The three dishes and one soup on the table, including the staple leek porridge, were all carefully researched by Ni Yan. They are of great benefit to the human body. In addition to being delicious, they also have beautifying effects.

The culture of traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and a woman’s beauty comes from eating.

In this life, Ni Yan will never treat him badly.

Whether external or internal.

After finishing the meal and preparing the pickled fish soup and noodles for the next day, Ni Yan went to bed.

That night, she slept soundly, soundly and calmly.

Since leaving the big countryside, everything has been going in a good direction.

Ni Yan got up at 3:30 the next morning.

At this time, it was still dark.

The stars are shining brightly in the sky.

After Ni Yan prepared everything, he made breakfast and went out on his bicycle.

Although it is very early, you can already see farmers harvesting in the fields.

At this time, June is still very hot, so everyone can work more in the morning when the sun has not come out, and take a short lunch break when it is the hottest at noon.

It was just after five o'clock when we arrived at the food court.

At this time, several people were already waiting at the place where Ni Yan set up his stall yesterday. They all came specially to eat pickled fish noodles.

Not only is this noodle cheap, but it’s also really satisfying. The sour and refreshing taste is endless.

"Little comrade, you are finally here. We have been waiting for a long time." A middle-aged man wearing glasses said.

Ni Yan raised his eyes with a smile, "Uncle, I come here at around 5:30 every day. You don't have to come too early."

During this period, Ni Yan quickly set up the stove, took out the tables, chairs and benches from the nearby hardware store, quickly set them up, and then asked the guests to sit down.

In a short time, the five small tables were filled with people, and there were many people standing.

Even though Ni Yan is a little girl, she is very nimble with her hands and feet. In a short while, she cooked the first batch of noodles.

Take the white noodles in a bowl, top with the spicy and sour pickled fish soup, sprinkle with chopped green onion, coriander, garlic, and some secret spicy pepper.

Not to mention how beautiful the taste is.

Even before the noodles were served, many diners started to swallow their saliva.

Ni Yan neatly brought the noodles in front of each diner, "Be careful of scalding your noodles."

The air was filled with the sound of slurping noodles and contented sighs.

“It’s so delicious!”

After a while, a long queue formed at the edge.

Because of yesterday's experience, Ni Yan specially cooked more soup today and prepared more than 300 portions.

Unexpectedly, after the more than 300 copies were almost sold out, there were still many people waiting in line.

Ni Yan could only say: "I'm sorry, there are only about 20 bowls of noodle soup left. You don't have to queue up. But those who haven't eaten don't have to worry. Come to me to get a card. I'll show you this card tomorrow." Come, I’ll give you a discount of three cents a bowl.”

As soon as this was said, people who were originally preparing to complain suddenly became interested and gathered around Ni Yan, asking for cards.

The card was made temporarily by Ni Yan last night. It's not too exquisite, but it's not too rough either.

This is also a way of marketing.

Ni Yan was a famous entrepreneur in her previous life. She knew the hidden rules of the market, and she could guess that within half a month, someone would definitely make the same pickled fish noodles.

Whether it tastes good or not is one thing, but winning the hearts and minds of the people is the most important thing.

After selling these three hundred noodles, Ni Yan's income was 106.8 yuan.

The noodles cost 6 yuan, the fish cost 2 yuan, and the sauerkraut was worthless. In other words, she made a net profit of nearly 100 yuan this morning.

An ordinary person would definitely be too happy to find Bei, but Ni Yan has experienced the big world, so she really doesn't take this hundred yuan seriously.

Her goals go beyond that.

Now that the noodle business is doing well, we must consider long-term development. Setting up a stall all the time is not a problem, so Ni Yan plans to rent a shop in a good place in the market, apply for a certificate, and become a qualified self-employed person.

Ni Yan was thinking about this while moving tables, chairs and benches to the nearby shop.

"Yanyan, how's the business today? Are they all sold out again?" The shop owner's voice came to his ears.