I am raising a trumpet on Hong Kong Island

Chapter 80

"It's nothing, the sugar water is ready, come and drink the sugar water."

Guo Xin smiled embarrassedly at Li Feng with his small tongue. "Winter, I'll get you some sugar water."

About sugar water, Li Feng has always been puzzled after watching Hong Kong dramas. He always drinks sugar water and gives it to you. The strangest thing is always when you are about to go to bed, he asks you if you want to drink sugar water, and if you are hungry, he will eat it for you.

Drinking a cup of hot milk before going to bed is good for sleep. Li Feng has always heard the most popular saying. I have never heard of drinking a bowl of sugar water. Isn’t this a high-calorie stuff? Is it really good to drink before going to bed?

People in Hong Kong Island seem to have a special liking for sugar water. The sugar water is different all the year round.

There are all kinds of sugar water, among which the most famous Li Feng has been drinking a lot recently, two sand three paste, red bean paste, mung bean paste, sesame paste, almond paste, and walnut paste, in addition to fruits, traditional Chinese medicine nourishing Sugar water.

Li Feng has changed his concept of sugar water now. It is not the first impression of sugar water, but various soups and desserts with added sugar.

"Excellent."

What Guo Xin cooked today was dehumidified sugar water. After swimming in the afternoon, Guo Xin called his mother to ask about the method of dehumidifying and nourishing sugar water. He bought the ingredients and simmered it for two or three hours. This will be just right for drinking sugar water.

Zhu Lin was not polite, she ordered a bowl first, took a sip and praised it, Li Feng took the sugar water from Guo Xin, tasted it, it was not bad, the light sweetness was mixed with a little fragrance of medicinal herbs. "Exactly."

Red bean paste, I drank too much sugar water, so it's good to have some different sugar water.

"Winter, is that enough?"

"enough."

Well, I had some supper just now, and another bowl of sugar water is enough sugar. Li Feng has been confused about making supper for Mao Hong Kong Islanders before going to bed. They drink sugar water, and there are not many fat people. Li Feng guesses whether it is following the rhythm of life. relationship, or love sports.

No matter what, I drank sugar water for a while and ate a lot of late-night snacks. I didn't see fat, but my strength and reaction became more and more sensitive, which is good.

"Winter, there are quite a lot of neighbors helping you from the food stalls."

Zhu Lin drank sugar water and chatted. This time, the neighbors opened better than the first day, and the business was really good throughout the morning.

"Yes, there are a lot of neighbors to help." Guo Xin nodded. "Winter, you are really amazing."

"Where, the main reason is that the vegetables I sell are fresh and delicious. In fact, I never make bottom dishes, and the neighbors love to patronize me." Li Feng put down the bowl and spoon, and the light sugar water is still good, especially the light medicinal herbs.

"What's the bottom dish?"

Seeing that the two girls were curious, Li Feng introduced with a smile that this is very common in food stalls. On Hong Kong Island, the vegetables are generally packed, and the bottom vegetables are good at the top, poor at the bottom, or poor in the middle. Some of the best are [-] to [-]% better The dishes are [-]-[-]% bad.

Some good dishes that are over [-]% are not bad. Although Hong Kong Island has higher vegetable import standards, the stall owners don’t care about these. Stale vegetables have to be sold, right? Not everyone sells all fresh vegetables like Li Feng of.

"These people are so bad."

Both Guo Xin and Zhu Lin knew for the first time that there is such an operation in selling vegetables. Fortunately, Wen Te didn't learn it badly.

Of course, there are still some operations, Li Feng did not say, the more impoverished the place, the more various ghost operations.Fortunately, Li Feng didn't need it, which also made some stall owners not too cold about Li Feng and at the same time a little envious. Li Feng's vegetable stall had a good business, and there were almost no leftovers.

Black and yellow rotten vegetables rarely appear, and the loss rate is surprisingly low. Don't underestimate the loss rate, every point less is more profit.The other food stall owners secretly calculated a lot, and roughly estimated that Li Feng's daily sales were at least [-] yuan.

"It's not bad."

At most, it's a little black hearted. Of course, this is also related to the high loss of vegetables. There is no way, the loss of fresh food is high.

"Winter, why don't they learn from you?"

Li Feng really doesn't know how to say it. He can't say that his vegetables are different from theirs. The taste alone can kill a slice. Besides, they can be kept fresh for at least three days in the light beads. How can other vegetable stalls compare? This is a plug-in.

"Maybe they don't have so many neighbors to help them."

"It is."

"Who made them reluctant to donate vegetables."

"Whether to donate or not is a personal choice."

Well, in fact, Li Feng also has careful thoughts in donating vegetables, but charity is more often about his deeds regardless of his heart. "Does Wei Lin still want sugar water?"

"No, I'm full."

Zhu Lin waved her hands as she spoke, and stood up to take Li Feng and Guo Xin's bowls and spoons to wash the dishes very consciously, and Guo Xin followed to help. "Winter, wash up and rest first, I'll chat with Wei Lin for a while."

"You guys also go to bed earlier."

Back in the room, Li Feng took out his phone and checked the messages for a while, and in the afternoon, he sent a message to Huang Mao and asked about the fat man's recent activities. "In the past few weeks, I have been attending Filipino maid parties on weekends, and I have also learned non-protocol dishes?"

"This cripple, what's the bad idea?"

Could it be that he is going to marry a Filipino maid? It is really strange. It stands to reason that this guy has no profit and can't get up early. Using free coupons to hire homeless people will be so good as an international friend.

Li Feng wrote a message to go back, invite everyone to have supper tomorrow and ask Huang Mao and the others to inquire more about Fatty's plan.

At this time, Wen Yu, who just took over the shift, was on the phone with Wen Yi.

"About Winter?"

Wen Yi was a little puzzled, did the uncle call Wen Yu again.

"Miera, what's wrong with Winter?"

"Winter..."

Wen Yu first talked about vegetables.

"Organic food?"

Wen Yi really didn't pay attention, so I'll try some vegetable salad later, the taste seems to be as good as Wen Yu said.

"One more thing."

Wen Yu said. "Winter seems to know some troubled teenagers, I am a little worried."

"Problem boy?"

Wen Yi frowned. Something happened to Wen Te during high school, which involved problematic teenagers. Could something be wrong now.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'm off tomorrow. I plan to go to Pei Ho Street Market in Sham Shui Po again. I hope I'm overthinking." Wen Yu is also curious. Her little cousin seems to be famous in Pei Ho Street Market. .

Change my clothes tomorrow, ask carefully, I think the neighbors around me should know something.

"You can find out here and give me a call." Everyone in Wenyi hoped that Li Feng would inherit the Wen family's incense, and they cared more about Li Feng than before. Of course, they cared a lot before, but Li Feng hardly responded.

Unlike now, Li Feng not only invites supper, but also delivers food. This is a good response, and the two parents have asked to take care of the little cousin.

These cousins ​​felt that what they had done before was not enough. Now that Wen Te is willing to accept everyone, they must help if they can.

"I'll call you when I have news from here."

Wen Yi hung up the phone and opened the refrigerator. The vegetables were still in the refrigerator. "Make a vegetable salad for supper." Wen Yi's hands-on ability is average, but cooking skills, are you hungry, I will give you the standard of food below.

"Okay, it doesn't look much different." The vegetable salad was ready, and Wen Yi looked at the salad on the plate.

"Have a taste."

(End of this chapter)