I'm really strong after the divorce

Chapter 9 Ke Xue's Past

Several men looked at each other in blank dismay, did they really arrive at a small noodle shop?
This posture is wrong!

"Your noodles are ready, use it slowly."

Not long after, Shu Cheng brought their faces up.

Then there was another burst of exclamation that was exactly the same as before.

At this time, several uncles and aunts walked over together.

"Boss, bring me 10 carrots and beef, 10 pork and three delicacies, hurry up, those lazy pigs in my house are still waiting."

"Me too, I want 20 pieces of pork and leeks."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa and Sister, the shop doesn't sell steamed stuffed buns at noon."

While talking, Shu Cheng pointed to the whiteboard on the wall.

"What, it's not for sale anymore? But I didn't make any lunch!"

A few grandpas and aunts looked over, only to realize that this shop only sells noodles at noon, and felt an inexplicable sense of loss in their hearts.

You must know that since the family members ate the buns in the morning, they have been talking about eating them at noon. It is conceivable that they love this buns.

"Hey, Boss, your steamed stuffed buns are so delicious, you must make money. If you don't sell them, you want to sell these noodles. You're not doing your job properly, Boss!"

"That's right, Boss, listen to Uncle's persuasion, you are young and specialize in selling steamed stuffed buns, you must have a lot of achievements, you must concentrate on being a person!"

"Also listen to my aunt's advice, you can't control the noodles."

At this time, the students and employees in the store who were constantly scratching their faces stopped, and were a little stunned to listen to what the old men and women said.

'This is called not doing business properly! '

'This is called uncontrollable! '

"Mom, really, I'm a waste, I only know that his buns are very good, I didn't expect his noodles to be like this..."

While thinking about it, they continued to mumble their faces, and they didn't intend to persuade those old men and women.

No matter what you say, they won't understand if you don't really taste the taste of this noodle.

Shu Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, so he had to say: "Master and sister, the steamed stuffed buns are gone at noon, but my noodles are actually pretty average. If you don't cook at noon, you can buy some and go home and taste it. If so, how about next time?"

The elders and aunts looked at each other, but had no choice but to agree, who told them that they were only thinking about eating steamed buns at noon, and didn't cook.

"How about this, my old man has bad teeth, so he likes to eat hoof flowers. You can bring me a big bowl of hoof flowers, a small bowl of tomato beef brisket, and three pork and three delicacies. Take them away."

"I'll just order three large bowls of tomato and beef brisket, and they're also packed."

……

"Huaqianbao received 97 yuan."

"Huaqianbao received 60 yuan."

"Okay, wait a minute."

After the guests ordered and paid, Shu Cheng walked up to the dough and performed a ramen again, making the elders and aunts stand on the spot.

"Okay, your faces."

It wasn't until Shu Cheng delivered the packaged noodles to them that they left while whispering.

This time, Shu Cheng didn't cook the noodles completely, but shortened the cooking by tens of seconds, so that after ten minutes or so, the temperature of the soup will just heat the noodles to the most suitable level, which can minimize the cost of packing. affect the taste.

And after those uncles and aunts came, the business in the store has never stopped. Except for a few customers who really came for the first time, most of them have eaten the steamed stuffed buns in the store, or listened to them. Neighbors have told how good the buns are here.

After they came, they couldn't buy steamed stuffed buns, so they had to eat noodles to deal with it.

As a result, after eating it, I found that the noodles here seem to be a bit complicated.

It was not until 12:20 that the store became free, not because there were no customers, but because the noodles and soup made today were sold out.

The more than 10 catties of beef, 20 catties of hoofs, and 20 catties of pork that I bought were basically sold out, and there was nothing left. This result surprised Shu Cheng himself.

"Boss, do you still have buns?"

"The store doesn't sell buns at noon, only noodles."

"All right, bring me a big bowl of hoof noodles."

"Ugh, sorry, the hoof noodles are sold out."

"Then let's have a tomato beef brisket!"

"Well, it's also sold out."

"Then what else do you have, just serve me a bowl."

"Well, it's all sold out."

Shu Cheng watched helplessly as the customer strode out of the store with staring eyes, he couldn't help it, but there was really nothing left.

Alas, it seems that there will be a little more stock in the afternoon.

After Shu Cheng finished his last bowl of Hoof Noodles, he thought silently in his heart.

After this short morning, Shucheng’s spot has initially gained a reputation in several surrounding communities. After those who brought the noodles home have eaten the noodles, the repeat customers in the afternoon plus the guests who were introduced will probably be there. More.

After rejecting several waves of customers, the shop finally calmed down.

Take out your phone, open the bill and look at it.

The noon turnover is 5203, a very auspicious number.

The translation is exactly, I love you Shan San (Dan San).

I love you, Tong.

And adding this number, he only needs to earn another [-] yuan, and the points will reach [-], and he will be able to conduct the most elementary lottery draw.

Thinking of the number on the phone, Shu Cheng lay down on the table and quietly took a lunch break with his eyes closed.

As the day progresses, sunlight filters in through the treetops at the door.

The mottled spots left on the fast-moving floor of the store were also reflected on Shu Cheng's Anxin and gentle face.

At this time, in the school for the blind.

After all the students had finished their breakfast and went to take a lunch break led by the deputy class teacher, Ke Xue finally came to have some free time.

In the playing courtyard, she was thinking about what she had promised Shu Tongtong before, and her mind was a little messed up.

Gradually, I recalled a period of time more than ten years ago in my mind.

At that time, she was in the third year of middle school. Because of her parents' work, she moved to Shucheng's school in the last three months before the high school entrance examination, and happened to enter Shucheng's class.

However, in this year, a major change occurred in her family.

Her father was imprisoned for murder.

When the news bulletin came, the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school were focused on her.

"It's her! I heard that her father was murdered and imprisoned, so stay away from her."

"Hey! It doesn't look like a bad person, but it's better to be careful. Don't be afraid of [-], just in case. Maybe her heart is really a little unhealthy."

Friends who used to play with her began to consciously alienate her, even though she tried hard to catch them.

She couldn't figure it out. It was clearly written at the bottom of the news that Dad accidentally killed the owner in order to protect the shop that was robbed of money. Why should all the faults be placed on them.

It's a pity that they can only see the word murder, and all they can think of is cruelty.

It was then that she developed mild autism and social phobia.

This is why she now works as a teacher in a kindergarten for the blind. Only here, she doesn't need to talk to others, and no one will look at her with that kind of eyes. Every child makes her feel the world innocence.

And the vigorous hope that is still struggling to grow in the midst of suffering.

Like the light that once appeared in her life.

While the whole school was staying away from her, there was actually one person in the class who was willing to be her deskmate, and that person was Shu Cheng.

He was always so gentle, he would never look at her with that kind of eyes, he would even teach her to do questions that she didn't know, and he would feel sorry for his father.

What he didn't know was that in just three months, she had remembered it until now.

The commonality in this world is really amazing. Girls always remember things in junior high school so clearly, but boys always forget them very quickly.

It seems that the youth of girls is in junior high school, but the youth of boys is always in high school.

(End of this chapter)