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Now Yao Bin finally figured it out. It turned out that this woman had been to Xiangjiang. No wonder she felt this way. She had not returned there yet and was deeply influenced by Western culture, so she had seen fried chicken.
"Haha, as long as you like this beauty."

Since he had been to Xiangjiang, Yao Bin was not so polite when he spoke. As expected, when the girl heard the name beauty, the smile on her face could no longer be hidden.

"Well, boss, your fried chicken is very good, but your mouth is even sweeter."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Cluck, haha."

The little girl left the square with a smile, probably going to dance somewhere. Looking at her back, Yao Bin guessed that this girl knew someone in her family, and he might meet him somewhere else in the future.

He Wenhui felt a little nauseous in her heart. What does beauty mean?

She thought her face was prettier than the other person's, so why didn't she hear Yao Bin call her that?

Haha, it's just her. Yao Bin doesn't dare to say that. If she is set up as a hooligan, wouldn't it be the end? These days are not for future generations, it is better to treat each other as comrades.

The young man who started asking now also wants to buy one to try. Especially when he heard that it is something from abroad, he became even more interested. But the price is really expensive.

So he asked tentatively: "Boss, can you make this price cheaper?"

Yao Bin shook his head: "I'm sorry, comrade, the price is indeed indispensable. This is all chicken, and this is fried, and this cumin is so expensive based on the cost of coming from the northwest."

If it's cheap from the beginning, then the rest of the business will be a waste.

So when it comes to price reduction, Yao Bin absolutely cannot do it.

The other party gritted his teeth and bought one: "Okay, then give me one."

"Good."

Although I greeted He Wenhui and started serving fried chicken, a portion was soon ready and handed over to the other party.

"Thank you, boss. I'll taste it. If it's good, I'll buy it next time."

"Thank you then."

Regarding such words, Yao Bin naturally agreed with a smile. Although it was very likely that this was empty talk, he couldn't just shake his head and refuse.

After the others left, He Wenhui was a little bit incredulous that he had sold it for six yuan in such a short time. That was six yuan. Even Gao Junling from the textile factory, as a regular worker, only paid more than forty yuan a month. The salary is just over one yuan a day, but I don’t know how much the fried chicken costs.

If she knew that Yao Bin's fried chicken didn't cost anything, how could she go to heaven?
After a while, the young man who started at the beginning quickly brought a few more people over. Yao Bin thought that this guy still kept his word, and would give him more decorations later, or give him a discount or something.

The two of them worked for half an hour and sold more than ten portions of fried chicken at once. Of course, Yao Bin gave half of the portion to the young man, since he helped introduce the business after all.

Seeing the remaining raw materials, he estimated that he could make a few servings. Yao Bin did not plan to add more ingredients. Mainly because it would be troublesome to take this thing out in public. Today, he prepared 25 servings of ingredients and called it a day after they were sold out. Bar.

Three hours later, the raw materials were gone. Looking at the remaining crowd who had not bought fried chicken, He Wenhui felt extremely anxious. If there weren't so many people, she would have asked why Yao Bin didn't prepare more.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry. The chickens prepared today are limited, so we can't sell them. We have to wait until tomorrow to eat. I'm really sorry."

"Okay, boss, you can collect more chickens tomorrow. I heard from my classmates that this is a foreign craft."

"Boss, be more prepared."

The people who came to buy this thing were all young people, and only young people would be willing to do so. And judging from their clothes, they didn't look like children from poor families. After all, no children from poor families would spend money like this.

Although the economy is underdeveloped now, there are definitely rich people in Ningzhou City. This was always the case in that era. The poor died poor and the rich died.

Seeing that everyone was gone, He Wenhui asked, "Why don't you make more preparations?"

Yao Bin did not answer the question, but said: "It's none of your business. Just clean up and prepare to go back."

These words almost made He Wenhui angry to death. She really hated herself for talking so much. If she hadn't seen that the business was so good, she really wanted to leave, even if she was working as a temporary worker in a textile factory. .

Okay, I can tolerate it, I can tolerate it.

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

In fact, He Wenhui's expression just now was noticed by Yao Bin. Hehe, he was angry with her on purpose, just to see what she would do. It seemed that this woman still knew what was important.

After arriving home, Yao Bin asked He Wenhui to put down the cart.

"Let's get off work today."

"Oh, okay." He Wenhui just turned around, then as if she thought of something, she immediately came back and asked, "Can I ask, how much is my salary?"

She originally thought that this thing couldn't be sold because it was too expensive, but she didn't expect that it sold for more than 20 yuan today. If it sold so much every day, it would be very prosperous.

That's why He Wenhui dared to muster the courage to ask.

Yao Bin just smiled: "Don't worry, I will definitely not treat you badly after a month."

The corner of He Wenhui's mouth moved. She actually wanted to ask how many there were, but she felt that Yao Bin's smile was strange, and she didn't know the specific reason.

After all, she is still very naive and does not understand these things.

"Okay, then I'll come over tomorrow morning."

After standing in the square for a day, He Wenhui was a little tired. Since Yao Bin taught He Wenhui, he began to move a chair and sit next to him to rest. It can be said that she did the rest.

On the street, He Wenhui thought about why there was no chicken left today. It would be great if she could bring some for her younger siblings.

No, I have to talk to Yao Bin tomorrow.

As soon as he entered the yard, He Wenyuan came up to him: "Sister, what are you doing? Why are you coming back now? We are almost starving to death."

"Wenyuan, I'll go cook right away, you wait a moment."

He Wenhui also knew that she was late, and her mother must be starving at the moment, so she had to do it quickly.

Half an hour later, in the He family's house.

He Wentao has been sniffing with his nose. He has noticed that his eldest sister has a smell of meat since she came back. He is very smart. In fact, He Wentao has not eaten meat for a long time, so he is very sensitive.

"Sister, have you eaten meat?" He Wentao's words attracted the attention of He Wenyuan and He Wenda. Even Yu Qiuhua put down her chopsticks, but what she asked was: "Wenhui, did you sell something with your classmates?" went?"

She knew that her eldest daughter and her classmates were selling snacks, so she didn't find it strange that her son said that her daughter smelled like meat.

"Well, Mom, I sold it for more than 20 yuan today."

He Wenhui was very proud of this, and those who didn't know it thought it was her business.

Sure enough, when He Wenyuan heard that there were more than 20 yuan, he immediately asked: "Sister, why don't you buy some meat? We are all starving to death."

He Wenhui's face darkened, and then she explained: "Wenyuan, this money is not mine, it belongs to my classmates. I just help sell it, and then he will give me the money at the end of the month."

When everyone heard this, they immediately lost interest, but He Wentao was actually eating very happily. While smelling the aroma of oil on He Wenhui's body, he felt as if he was eating meat while eating old pickles.

Yu Qiuhua warned: "Wenhui, we are not greedy and remember to do well with our classmates. We must be content with how much others give us."

"I got it, Mom."

He Wenyuan rolled her eyes. She felt that she must go with her sister tomorrow to see what the other party was selling and see if she could mix in some food.

He Wenda continued to eat reluctantly like yesterday.

Yu Qiuhua seemed to have remembered something and said, "By the way, Wenhui will send the dog away soon. The family doesn't have enough to eat, so we don't want to keep the dog."

Hearing that the dog was about to be sent away, He Wenda immediately became anxious: "Mom, we can't send Xiao Hei away. Mom can't send Xiao Hei away."

But no one listened to him at all. Finally, He Wenda started rolling around on the ground, and Yu Qiuhua couldn't help but slap him on the hand several times.

He Wentao couldn't bear it: "From now on, half of my food will be given to Xiao Hei. Sister, please don't send Xiao Hei away."

The matter of leaving Xiao Hei in this way was solved by He Wentao. He didn't know that this white-eyed wolf's brother would not let him eat in the future, but would directly feed the dog with the rice in the bowl.

He Wenhui, who was lying on the bed to rest, felt really tired. Thinking of the many empty rooms in Yao Bin's house, it would be great if that was her own home. Then her younger brothers and sisters could all have their own rooms. Thinking about He Wenhui, Fell asleep.

After she finished cooking the next day, she went out to find Yao Bin. She estimated that she had prepared a lot of materials today and had to go there early. In fact, this woman was pretty good at work and knew how to endure hardship, but the better for her. People will die miserably.

When He Wenyuan saw his sister going out, he followed her quietly. At this moment, He Wenhui's mind was filled with today's work. How did she know that her sister had followed her? Besides, there were so many people on the street in this day and age that it was impossible to tell who was there. Who is following.

Yao Bin prepared fifty servings today. Although he can continue to do it, he feels that it is not necessary. Selling fried chicken is just for fun, and he has no intention of continuing to do it.

"Come so early."

"I guessed yesterday that you made a lot of it, so I came early to help."

Yao Bin nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, it's what I should do."

He Wenhui thought to herself that she finally heard a decent sentence from Yao Bin's mouth.

After ten minutes of preparation, the two pushed the cart to the square to set up a stall. At this time, He Wenyuan, who was squatting on the corner of the street, discovered his sister. Unexpectedly, her sister was actually doing business with a male classmate.

He Wenyuan was full of curiosity, but she didn't jump out now. She had to see what was being sold.

Yao Bin's stall had just been set up, and customers came quickly. It seemed that they didn't buy anything yesterday.

"Boss, are the raw materials ready today?"

"It must be complete. I bought a lot of chickens this morning and have marinated them. The quantity must be enough."

The chickens they bought were bullshit. The semi-finished products they bought directly were okay, but they couldn’t possibly know these things. The young people who bought them just thought they had a lot of meat and tasted good, so they flocked to them.

"Okay, then hurry up and get me one."

He Wenyuan watched from a distance, but his sister was the only one busy. This man was sitting next to him with his legs crossed. Isn't this oppression? Do you really think of yourself as the boss?

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, He Wenyuan couldn't help but walked to the stall, pointed at Yao Bin and said, "I asked you what's wrong with you? Why did you let my sister do it alone, while you just sat next to me with your legs crossed and enjoyed the blessing? It’s just too much.”

He Wenhui heard the sound and looked up to see that her sister was coming: "Wen Yuan, why are you here?"

Yao Bin was also startled by He Wenyuan's voice. He heard the sound and looked, hey, isn't this Gu Jia?

Oh, this should be He Wenhui's sister He Wenyuan, she just has the face of Gu Jia. In the drama, this girl is much more hateful than He Wenhui. If she doesn't get punished, I really feel Sorry, dear readers.

Yao Bin just said lightly: "Shouldn't I sit next to you? Why, am I wrong to sit here?"

"What's wrong is what's wrong. My sister is a lesbian. How can you bear to let her work alone next to you? Aren't you ashamed?"

Yao Bin thought to himself that this girl and Gu Jia were not even remotely different.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he turned to look at He Wenhui and said, "Okay, He Wenhui. It seems that your sister is very unwilling for you to work here. The two yuan here will be regarded as your salary for these two days. Just take the money and go."

Seeing the money in Yao Bin's hand, He Wenhui was very confused. One yuan a day or 30 yuan a month. And judging from Yao Bin's appearance, the original salary would only be more. This is comparable to that of a regular worker in a textile factory. High.

Thinking of this, He Wenhui immediately began to apologize: "It's not Yao Bin, please leave Wenyuan alone, she is just a child and I didn't mean it."

After finishing speaking, He Wenhui looked at He Wenyuan angrily: "Wenyuan, don't worry about this, please go home quickly and don't cause trouble here, okay?"

He Wenyuan felt very aggrieved, thinking that he was helping his sister to speak up, so why were you allowed to go home? He actually said that he was causing trouble here.

She is only fifteen years old now, so she doesn't know what is good or bad. But with He Wenyuan's character, even if he is 150 years old, he doesn't know what is good or bad. She simply needs to take care of herself.

"Sister, you actually help outsiders scold me. I don't care. You can do whatever you like."

He Wenyuan felt that her sister had no good heart, so she had to go back and file a complaint immediately and let her mother judge.

"Wenyuan."

He Wenhui was a little worried when she saw her sister leaving like this, but then she thought that her sister had indeed gone too far, so she might as well go home at night.

The most important thing now is not to make chicken, but to make fried chicken. (End of chapter)