From selling box lunches to becoming a famous Chinese chef

Chapter 319: Pig’s trotters and hand-made noodles are perfect

Feng Zhengming and his cart team just appeared at the edge of the square in front of the train station.

Some of the sharp-eyed customers who had been waiting for a long time got up and rushed towards them almost immediately.

The scene at this moment really feels like being charged into battle by ancient infantry.

Fortunately, based on previous experiences, Feng Zhengming decisively handed the cart to Chen Anbang to continue pushing. He took the initiative to greet the crowd who gathered around him.

"Don't be crowded, please go over there and line up first. When we set up the stall, everyone can buy it."

Facing the surging crowd, Feng Zhengming was like a general facing thousands of troops alone.

Stand in front of the crowd, raise your hands and use your loud voice to try to intimidate the crowd.

The key is that Feng Zhengming cannot let people with ulterior motives who may be mixed in the crowd take the opportunity to ram their cart.

They had encountered such a situation two days ago.

Zhao Chaoxing's son laughed and said, "I know."

Fortunately, Feng Zhengming and the others had more manpower and stopped several people who tried to collide with the cart.

Therefore, Zhao Chaoxing's son crossed the road smoothly and trotted all the way to Feng Zhengming's stall.

Unexpectedly, there were some people with ulterior motives among the crowd.

I thought the crowd was impatient to buy their meat and lunch boxes.

This was not his first time to buy something. The little fat man did not wait in line and came directly behind Feng Zhengming.

After rushing to the place, Feng Zhengming immediately divided the work. He, Yang Bin, and Lu Chongshan each set up their own carts, while the others took off the tables and shelves from the tricycle and put them in place.

Taking the money, the little fat man quickly ran across the road.

As soon as these words were shouted, the people in the crowd who gathered around him suddenly woke up.

The son was not polite at all: "Our hand-made noodles are not delicious, but Uncle Feng's noodles are delicious."

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhengming turned around and saw Zhao Chaoxing's son Xiaopang standing there.

As soon as Zhao Chaoxing finished speaking, his son's voice sounded beside him: "Dad, I want to eat hand-made noodles. Go buy me a bowl and bring it back."

Some people lined up to buy handfuls of meat, others bought box lunches, and still others bought a bowl of hand-made noodles.

Then Feng Zhengming shouted: "Okay, okay, everyone, line up. If you want to buy a handful of meat, line up here. If you want to buy lunch boxes, line up here. If you want to buy hand-rolled noodles or steamed buns, line up here. Don't be anxious. One Come one."

Feng Zhengming quickly greeted everyone and started a final "100-meter sprint" to where they set up their stalls.

"You brat, is there nothing to eat in the store?"

"Uncle Feng, my dad asked me to buy handmade noodles."

Hearing what his son said, Zhao Chaoxing also looked helpless.

"Okay, Lao Lu will give Little Fatty some hand-made noodles first, and separate the noodles and soup for him."

A group of people lined up in front of three carts side by side.

In the end, Zhao Chaoxing couldn't resist his son, so he had to pay and hand it to his son.

There are also small stools prepared, and chopsticks and rolls of paper are placed on the table.

"This Feng Zhengming attracts so many people to line up every day. He is really a genius."

"When you go, don't forget to tell your Uncle Feng and ask him to separate the noodles and soup. And you must pay attention to safety when crossing the road. Don't run and watch the cars."

"Dad, you also think it's delicious, right?" Hearing Zhao Chaoxing's muttering, his son quickly begged, "Dad, please give me money quickly, and I can go buy it, otherwise there will be too many people in a while."

There were even thieves mingling among the crowds, taking the opportunity to try to steal the belongings of some people in the crowded crowd.

Taking advantage of the crowd's chaos, they tried to ram Feng Zhengming's cart.

However, when Feng Zhengming shouted this voice, several thieves mixed in the crowd slipped away early.

Feng Zhengming also had experience, so he immediately shouted to the crowd: "Everyone must be careful and take care of your belongings when going out after the New Year. Now that the New Year is over, there are a lot of petty thieves, so don't crowd. , allowing those bad elements to take advantage of it."

When the crowd is no longer crowded, everyone is paying close attention to their belongings.

"Where did Feng Zhengming find such a hand-made noodle guy? How could he make hand-made noodles so delicious?"

Feng Zhengming and the others put the cart in their respective positions.

Moreover, Chen Anbang and Sun Hai were quick-sighted and caught several thieves in the crowd.

Lu Chongshan agreed while reaching out from under the wet cloth to roll out the noodles and put them into the iron bucket to cook.

Feng Zhengming, Yang Bin and Lu Chongshan were also very quick to reveal the items on their respective carts.

Fortunately, the vehicles on the road outside the train station obey the traffic rules.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Chaoxing turned to look at his son who had just returned from school.

Three carts were placed in a row, and the tables and chairs behind them were placed, creating the appearance of a street mat in an instant.

Next to the station square of the train station, some distance from the main road, it is in a relatively remote corner.

Across the road, Zhao Chaoxing stood on the road outside in front of Chaoxingxing Gate, looking at Feng Zhengming.

Everyone stopped crowding and quickly checked their belongings.

"I know, I want one and a half portions of noodles, right?"

Xiaopang nodded and agreed: "Yes, I want one and a half portions of noodles. My dad will eat them too."

Yang Bin took the opportunity to tease the little fat man.

"Little Fatty, don't you also have a shop selling meat? Don't you eat it at home?"

Xiaopang almost didn't even think about it and said: "My food is not delicious."

But after saying this, Xiaopang realized that he shouldn't have said that, and he quickly changed his mind: "No, no, my food tastes good. If I can't always eat my own food, I want to come here for a change."

Xiaopang's change of words made Feng Zhengming and the others amused.

Even some people nearby who were queuing up in front of the stall and knew that the fat boy was Zhao Chaoxing's son couldn't help laughing.

Xia Hui took the words and continued to tease Xiaopang: "Are you changing the flavors too frequently? You seem to be buying them every day these days."

Xiaopang quickly defended: "No, I didn't come yesterday."

Chen Anbang then said, "Your father came to buy it yesterday."

Moreover, Chen Anbang also exposed the truth: "Yesterday, your dad bought a pig's trotter, two meatballs, and a box of vegetables, but he went back without asking for rice."

Xiaopang was a little surprised when he heard this: "My dad came to buy pig trotters yesterday?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Zhengming and the others couldn't help laughing.

Yang Bin smiled and said, "That's it. Your dad secretly eats pig's trotters and won't let you eat them."

What Yang Bin said made Xiaopang even more angry.

"I, I'll go back to settle the accounts with him."

Saying this, the fat boy didn't even want noodles anymore and ran back immediately. Feng Zhengming stretched out his hand to stop him: "Brother Chen, you are joking with you. Your dad didn't buy pig's trotters yesterday. He actually wanted to ask you if you want to buy pig's trotters today? And your noodles haven't been cooked yet. ”

Xiaopang hesitated for a moment, looked at the pig's trotters in the pot on Feng Zhengming's cart, and finally nodded and said, "Uncle Feng, can you give me a pig's trotter? But I don't have that kind of money."

Feng Zhengming laughed: "It's okay, uncle and your father are friends. If you want to eat pig's trotters, take them and I'll give them to you."

As he said this, Feng Zhengming picked a pig's trotter for the fat boy and put it on it.

When the pig's trotters were put on, Xiaopang didn't forget to say: "Uncle, please add some soup for me. I can mix it with noodles when I get back."

Feng Zhengming said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll give you two spoons of soup."

After packing the noodles for the fat boy, Lu Zhongshan also packed the noodles for the fat boy.

When handing it to him, Lu Chongshan seriously reminded: "Is it okay for you to carry it like this? You must pay attention to it. The noodles are hot when they are cooked, and the soup in the bag is also hot. Go back more slowly."

Feng Zhengming said directly to Chen Anbang: "Anbang will send him off and send the child back safely."

Although the fat boy tried his best to say that he could go back, Feng Zhengming still insisted on letting Chen Anbang send the child back.

Although the fat boy asked Chen Anbang to send him off, he insisted on lifting the pig's trotters himself.

Chen Anbang sent the fat boy to Chao Xingxing's store.

When Zhao Chaoxing saw Chen Anbang sending his son back, he was a little embarrassed: "You are so busy, but you still sent it back to this kid. Thank you. Go back and help me say thank you to Brother Feng."

Chen Anbang nodded in agreement and handed the noodles and soup to Zhao Chaoxing.

After Chen Anbang left, the fat boy picked up the pig's trotters.

"Dad, look, I want another pig's trotter back. You can't snatch it from me."

When Zhao Chaoxing saw the pig's trotters on his son's hand, he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "Why are you still asking for pig's trotters to eat? I didn't give you money. Didn't you give me money?"

The fat boy said: "Uncle Feng said he would give me food."

Zhao Chaoxing was really helpless.

He first led his son into the store and poured the noodles out of the bag.

Let the son eat in the kitchen first.

"Don't eat all your pig's trotters, leave some for me."

Although the fat boy promised, he obviously had no intention of keeping it for his father.

Zhao Chaoxing didn't care. He hurried out the door and jogged all the way to Feng Zhengming's stall.

"You said that your child came to buy noodles. You cooked the noodles for him and sent him home. Why did you give him a pig's trotter? How much does it cost? I'll give it to you."

When Feng Zhengming heard this, he turned around and saw Zhao Chaoxing, and said with a smile: "It's nothing but a pig's trotter. If the child wants to eat it, just take it back and eat it. Why should I give you any money?"

Zhao Chaoxing took out the money and said, "That's no good. How can I just take your pig's trotters back and eat them? You don't need to pay for the materials?"

Zhao Chaoxing insisted on paying whatever he wanted, but in the end he just gave Feng Zhengming the cost of buying the pig's trotters.

Seeing Zhao Chaoxing running away, Feng Zhengming could only put the money away.

In the following time, Feng Zhengming and his "mobile street restaurant" had people coming and going almost all the time.

The meatballs, pork trotters, elbows and Sixi meatballs are always sold out first.

After that, Yang Bin's lunch boxes were sold out of all kinds of vegetables.

As for the last point, Feng Zhengming always refused to continue selling. Instead, he packed them all and sent them to the temporary relief office at the train station for those who were in trouble to pick up and eat.

Sometimes, Feng Zhengming would cook some of Lu Chongshan's leftover hand-made noodles and send them to the temporary relief center.

Today, Feng Zhengming and the others finished delivering the remaining meals and were packing up to go back.

I saw a group of people carrying large and small bags running from the other side of the square in front of the station to block Feng Zhengming and his companions.

Seeing such a group of people blocking the way, Feng Zhengming and others subconsciously wanted to fuck them.

Fortunately, before taking action, the other party put down the big bag on his shoulders.

"Hahaha, I heard someone say that, Master Xiao Feng, you were selling lunch boxes at the train station and resting there all the time at the shop. When we came to work after fifteen, it turned out to be true."

Only then did Feng Zhengming and the others see clearly that these people carrying large and small bags were people from Liujia Village.

The person who spoke was none other than Liu Yonggang, the captain of the decoration construction team.

Feng Zhengming saw the other party clearly and relaxed immediately.

"Brother Liu, are you back?"

Liu Yonggang said with a smile: "Yes, you came back early. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity to leave your shop lying around like this? Let's come here a few days in advance and start some work first."

Feng Zhengming said: "Actually, there is no need to worry, we have done quite well setting up a stall at the train station."

Yang Bin then said: "No, now we are the exclusive operator here at the train station, and it has almost become a street restaurant in this area at noon."

This made everyone happy. Sun Hai, Xia Hui, Chen Anbang and Shen Rongsen all liked the term "street restaurant".

Liu Yonggang said: "Uncle Jiasheng went back and told us not to wait until the fifteenth day, but to come over and start work early."

Feng Zhengming was also a little embarrassed when he heard that it was Liu Jiasheng who helped urge him again.

"It's really troublesome. Uncle Sheng has been thinking about decorating my shop."

Liu Yonggang said: "Hahaha, I definitely remember it, we all remember it."

Then a person from the decoration construction team said: "If you come back early to work, you can eat the dishes cooked by Master Xiao Feng."

Feng Zhengming immediately agreed: "Okay, we can definitely take care of your work and meals."

After chatting for a while, Feng Zhengming and the others led the decoration construction team back to the dry rice shop.

After returning to the shop, Feng Zhengming led them to take a closer look at several shops.

Now several shops nearby have been moved away, and the keys are in Feng Zhengming's hands.

Liu Yonggang and the others looked at several shops together and carefully checked the walls in the middle.

After listening to Feng Zhengming's plan to open a few shops and then overall decoration.

Liu Yonggang said: "It's not a big problem. In terms of decoration materials, I'm sure Uncle Youjia Sheng can have everything. However, it may still take a lot of time to complete the overall decoration."

Feng Zhengming nodded and said: "I know this, that's why I will take everyone to the train station to set up the stall first, so that during your renovation time, we will continue to sell meat and lunch boxes at the train station at noon, and in the evening We work as a food stall there, so we can manage the renovation period."

Liu Yonggang said: "That's okay. This way we can have more time. We'll come over and start work tomorrow."

Feng Zhengming quickly asked: "Do you have a place to live? If not, I will buy you some beds and bedding. Why don't you just live in this shop?"

Liu Yonggang pointed to the baggage carried by his group: "We have brought bedding and everything else. We just want to discuss with you whether you can let us live here in the shop, so that it is convenient to work."

Feng Zhengming immediately agreed: "Okay, we will take away all the tables and chairs in the afternoon, I will buy beds for you, and you will stay in my dormitory at night."

Liu Yonggang and others were very happy to agree, and everyone helped clean it up in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)