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Sister Zhu was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"You'll know later." Lin Yue put the plastic jar aside, walked to the corner of the room, lifted the lid of the steamer, and found that there were almost two bowls of rice inside.

Sister Zhu's restaurant mainly sells steamed buns, and also sells wontons in the morning, mainly pasta, but every time Zhu Xiaobei comes here, Sister Zhu will steam rice for her and stir-fry two side dishes.

Lin Yue put the rice into a bowl, turned on the gas stove next to it, and heated the oil in the frying pan.

"Today I will let you have a taste of my craft."

Sister Zhu stopped kneading the dough, took a breath and said, "Xiao Zhang, can you still cook?"

"Well, when I was in high school, my mother was busy with work and couldn't take care of me, so I cooked by myself every day."

Feeling that the oil temperature is getting better, Lin Yue cracked two eggs, stirred them in a bowl for a while, then poured them into the pot, turned off the heat after the eggs were formed, crushed them with a shovel, and put them on a plate for later use.

Reheat the oil, put the minced meat and the ingredients in the plastic pot and stir-fry over high heat. When the heat is about the same, pour in the steamed rice. After smelling the aroma, put the scrambled eggs and salt into the pot for a while, stir well and turn off the heat. pot.

There were two big bowls full of rice and vegetables, and Lin Yue brought them to the dining table in front.

Sister Zhu came out of the back room after washing her hands. Looking at the fried rice on the dining table, her nose felt a little sore.

Seeing him standing there motionless, Lin Yue expressed doubts: "What's wrong? Doesn't suit your appetite?"

Zhu Xiaobei is a face-saving person, and has never told Zheng Wei, Ruan Guan and others about her sister opening a restaurant nearby. She usually comes to help with the excuse of work-study program, and asks him and Xu Kaiyang to help hide it, saying that she doesn't want the dormitory and class People here sympathize with her.

At first, Lin Yue couldn't figure out why it was shameful to open a small restaurant. After all, the average monthly income was higher than that of ordinary salaried workers. Later, she realized after listening to Sister Zhu talk about her previous experience. Their father worked in Zhu Xiaobei She died unexpectedly when she was in the third year of junior high school. Two years later, her mother suffered a heart attack and left because she was not sent to the doctor in time. Since then, the two sisters have depended on each other for life.

At that time, Zhu Xiaobei's grades were among the best in school. In order to enable her to have a better life in the future, Sister Zhu decided to work hard to earn money for her to finish college before considering marriage.

During the two years of high school, she worked in someone else's restaurant. After Zhu Xiaobei lived up to expectations and was admitted to Jingnan University of Technology, she followed her to the provincial capital and set up this small restaurant by herself.

What Zhu Xiaobei didn't want to be sympathized with was her misery, not her poverty. That's why Lin Yue would bring people over for dinner every now and then, and do what he could, such as unloading flour sacks and stoves.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. Since my parents passed away, I haven't eaten food cooked by others." Sister Zhu shook her head, pulled the chair next to her and sat down, took a bite of the rice with chopsticks and put it in her mouth: "Taste really not bad."

This is not a polite word, what she said is true.

The fried rice in the bowl has a sweet and sour taste, fresh and salty meat and eggs, and a grainy aroma of rice.

"Xiao Zhang, thank you for giving me the gift."

Lin Yue waved his hand: "The gift is not this."

He put the plastic jar in the middle of the table: "This is the sour cowpea that my mother pickled when I went back for the National Day. Didn't you always say that there are too many restaurants around, and the rent in the provincial capital is expensive, and the money earned in a month is taken away from the storefront. Is there not much left for rent, water and electricity bills? Xiaobei should have told you that I set up a stall at the Matai Street Night Market for several months last year. , and relatively easily."

"Of course, the most important thing when going out to the night market is to have its own characteristics." Lin Yue said: "The people in the provincial capital are not like your people over there. The optional dishes are in line with the tastes of people in the provincial capital, and the sourness of the cowpea has an appetizing effect. Once launched, it will definitely become a hot item.”

Sister Zhu's chopsticks stopped in the air, and the rice grains fell one by one.

Lin Yue took out 3,000 yuan from the bag and pushed it over: "If the business is good, I will count 20% of the shares. If the business is not good, all losses will be mine."

"No, no, how can this be possible? You have already helped me and Xiaobei a lot." Sister Zhu pushed back without thinking, "I know you made some money selling CDs last year, but you can't waste it like this."

Lin Yue sighed and opened the zipper of the backpack, and there was almost 2,500 yuan in it: "This winter vacation, I hired two poor students in the dormitory next door to help sell DVDs in the electronic market. This is their salary for more than a month. Sister Zhu, doing When it comes to business, do you think I'm the kind of person who acts on a whim?"

"..." Sister Zhu stopped talking. She heard Zhu Xiaobei talk about him more than once, saying that he is good at studying, has a good personality, is good at playing basketball, and is also good at doing business. The appearance of a college student in his early teens.

Lin Yue pushed the money back: "Take it, or I won't come in the future."

This three-point threat and seven-point persuasion finally moved her, and she took the money with slightly trembling hands.

Lin Yue said: "Eat quickly, if you don't eat, it will be cold."

Sister Zhu sorted out the emotions in her heart, picked up the bowl and put it in her mouth.

After Lin Yue ate the rice in his bowl, he went over to pour a glass of boiling water for himself and her.

"Xiao Zhang."

"Um?"

"I found that Xiaobei seemed to be a different person."

"What's the meaning?"

"She didn't get her hair cut this winter vacation. I remember when she was in the second year of high school, I asked her why she cut her hair like a tomboy. She said that I didn't have to marry to earn money for her to go to school, and she didn't have to fall in love. Study hard, find a good job in the future, and then she will support me. Tell me...does she have someone she likes?"

Did Zhu Xiaobei really grow his hair? It seems that his words are still very useful.

Of course, Lin Yue couldn't say that he asked Zhu Xiaobei to grow his hair long.

"I'll talk to her sometime."

"Then don't say I want to know, I'm afraid she will be under pressure."

"I know what to do."

Afterwards, the two of them spoke a few more words, seeing the sky gradually darken, Lin Yue stood up and said goodbye.

...

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Lin Yue returned to the dormitory.

Chen Xiaozheng was sitting on the desk by the window reading a book, and the thin monkey was worrying about accidentally overwriting Xu Kaiyang's game save, thinking that Mr. Xu would definitely strangle him to death, because as a road idiot, Mr. Xu finally finished his journey In the labyrinth of the Zhenyao tower, he came to the bottom floor, and then watched helplessly that the wayward and savage Lin Yueru he liked was crushed to death by a huge stone.

Mr. Xu's sky was falling, and he ran out in the evening and never came back.

Lin Yue ignored the thin monkey, pulled a chair and sat down next to Xiaopang, and pouted at Chen Xiaozheng's back: "What's the matter?"

Entering the state on the first day of school and studying hard, even if he is Chen Xiaozheng, it is a bit unacceptable.

Xiaopang glanced at him: "It's not because of you."

"because I?"