Ding Manrou had just arrived at the vegetable market and Ding Peng called and asked her to bring some mung bean sprouts and green onions.

Store.

Ding Peng prepared the rice noodles, then washed the scallions and cut them into chopped green onions with quick knife, washed the mung bean sprouts and placed them in a basket, placed ten plates of eggs on the left, and then turned on the fire. As a result, after thinking about it, he turned around and took out another three kilograms of beef from the refrigerator, cut them into shredded beef with quick knife, and then lit the fire and started making.

Fried pad is a food in eastern Guangdong. It is quick to stir-fry, easy to eat, and tastes good. Many people will give you a serving of fried pad with a cup of soy milk for breakfast.

Heat the pan and pour a spoonful of oil into the pan.

At this time, the fat man asked, "Master Ding, how much does it cost to stir-fry rice noodles?"

Ding Peng didn't raise his head and said, "Fifty."

"I...Uncle, they all cost four or five yuan. Isn't fifty too expensive?"

Ding Peng then looked up at the fat man and smiled, "Little fat man, do you think it's expensive for fifty dollars? You can go to a star-rated hotel to see how much their rice noodles cost, and then ask if mine is expensive, is it OK?"

The little fat man didn't say anything anymore.

Ding Peng knew that it was not expensive to buy foods like pad noodles for fifty yuan per serving. This thing is much more expensive than his own in some specific occasions, but what they make is definitely not as delicious as they make. The fifty yuan per serving is definitely a conscientious price.

The little fat man was speechless. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie behind him smiled and said, "Little brother, although Master Ding's 51 rice noodles are much more expensive than others', they are really much cheaper than many five-star hotels. I once ate 12/1 plate of rice noodles in a non-star hotel in Kyoto. To be honest, the taste is just that."

"That's right, let alone can the pho noodles cooked by Master Ding compare to those ordinary chefs? Fifty yuan is already affordable."

"Fatty, do you eat or not? Let the seat if you don't eat, and you're in a hurry."

The people behind began to urge.

The fat man shouted, "Who said I won't eat anymore? I'm just asking, Master Ding, give me one."

Ding Peng took out his mobile phone and opened his own QR code for collecting money and said, "Scan it yourself."

The little fat man took out his cell phone and paid fifty yuan.

The pho noodles are fried very quickly. Not long after, a portion of fried rice noodles was prepared. The fat man hurriedly took a seat and started eating it.

As soon as I put it in, I felt the pho was smooth and refreshing. Whether it was sprouts, eggs, or a little shredded beef inside, they were fried just right.

A full of fried rice noodles and a full of strong fragrance, the fat man was so happy.

Ding Cailin took care of Ding Li, and Ding Dang helped Ding Peng wash vegetables.

In fact, there are not many ingredients used for fried pad noodles, and they can be used for a long time after washing it, but Ding Dang is also a person who can't stay idle, let alone come here today to make breakfast with his father. She originally thought that his father wanted to make buns, steamed buns, porridge, etc., but she didn't expect to make fried pad noodles. This way, she wouldn't be very busy.

"Dad, what should I do?" Ding Dang asked after washing a little bean sprouts.

Ding Peng smiled and said, "You take a rest for a while. When anyone of them finishes eating, they will help collect the plates and wash them by the way."

"oh."

Ding Dang came out of the house first. After all, the space in the house is small, so you have to give it a seat for the guests.

Not long after, the little fat man finished eating, and then a few people who were a little earlier also finished eating. Ding Dang began to work hard to clean up the plates.

After a while, Ding Manrou came back, but she did not come back alone, but with a middle-aged man in his forties, who was riding an electric tricycle and not very fast.

"Dad, I bought the things." Ding Manrou said.

Ding Peng looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Old He, please leave your phone number later. From now on, before 135, the morning, you can send me 100 kilograms of pho noodles and 50 kilograms of rice noodles. In addition, I brought me 1,000 eggs, 60 kilograms of mung bean sprouts and 30 kilograms of beef. What do you think?"

Lao He, who was getting off the tricycle, almost fell down when he heard Ding Peng's words.

He waited until he stood firm on the ground and said, "I said, Master, are you sure you were not wrong?"

"No, did you remember?"

"I remember it, but can you use it?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Just send it to me as I said. The money will not be less than you. In addition, eggs, bean sprouts and beef can also allow you to make some extra money by the way. Do you do it? If you don't, I'll find someone else."

Ding Peng didn't have time to talk to Lao He, so he just explained it.

Lao He hurriedly said, "Do it! If you don't make money, you're a bastard, right? Don't have it?"

After Ding Peng put a fried portion of pho noodles on the plate, he said, "No, 246 must do other things. I can't always sell pho rice noodles."

A little girl who had just brought the plate asked curiously: "Master Ding, what breakfast is Ersiliu making?"

"I'll know then, in short, it's not pho rice noodles."

"It's great. I'll be tired of eating a breakfast every day. Master Ding's style is very good."

"Okay, hurry up and take your pho and the next one."

"Master Ding, I want rice noodles, don't fry it so dry."

Lao He put down the pho noodles, rice noodles, and egg bean sprouts and left with his phone number.

After putting these things in the house, the space seemed smaller, but fortunately it did not occupy the space for diners, and it was placed next to the stove. This place was cleaned up by Ding Dang, so there was no need to worry about hygiene.

After plates of fried rice noodles were prepared, diners ate and left. Ding Peng was very busy in the morning.

There were too many people, and Ding Dang was a little overwhelmed by himself. Ding Manrou asked Ding Cailin to look at Ding Li, and she helped Ding Dang clean up together.

Two hours later, Ding Peng called Lao He by phone and asked him to send him another 50 kilograms of pho and 20 kilograms of rice noodles.

Vegetable market, Lao He rice noodle shop.

After Lao He put the phone up, he was stunned and stood there motionless.

His wife touched him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lao He rubbed his face hard, looked at his wife for a long time before saying, "Wife, we seem to have found a big customer."

"Ah? Really? Which customer?"

“A big hotel.”

"...it's the small restaurant opposite Qiaofu Villa? When I passed there yesterday, I saw a lot of people queuing up for dinner, but no matter how good the business is, the store is small after all. How much pho rice noodles can I use in a day?"

Old He swallowed and said, "Do you still remember the little girl who came here to buy pho noodles just now?"

Old He's wife nodded and said, "I know, it's not long before. The pho noodles cost 80 kilograms and the rice noodles 50 kilograms, which is indeed a lot."

"That girl is the daughter of the owner of a big hotel. How long has it been? The boss just called me and asked me to send 50 kilograms of pho noodles and 20 kilograms of rice noodles. My wife, isn't this a big customer? His family has more than many other stores."

“…”

For the big customer Lao He, he did not dare to offend him, quickly packed the pho rice noodles and rode a tricycle and sent it over.

In his opinion, there should be no one at breakfast at this time. After all, those who should go to work have already gone to work at eight or nine o'clock, and the rest are some people who don't work, and those who don't work generally can't get up so early.

But when he arrived at the entrance of a big hotel, the guy was shocked because he found that the team at the entrance of a big hotel was longer than before, and there were a total of one or two hundred people waiting.

After getting off the tricycle, Lao He stood there and watched for a long time. If Ding Manrou hadn't called him, he wouldn't have come back.

At this time, this guy was full of heart. Why? He had never seen such a hot breakfast restaurant. Isn’t this too exaggerated?

"Uncle He, have the things been delivered?"

Lao He hurriedly moved the pho noodles and rice noodles down and said, "It's delivered."

"Can you help send it to the house? I'm a little busy now."

"OK."

After Lao He delivered the goods to the store, the guy was not in a hurry to go back. He sat on a tricycle not far from the door, staring at the crowds coming and going and growing diners at the entrance of a big hotel.

For a long time, Lao Hecai was woken up by the ringtone of his cell phone, so he hurriedly took out his cell phone and said, "Wife, what are you doing?"

"What did you say? Haven't you delivered the goods? How long has it been since it's been? I'm still worried if something happened to you."

"Nothing happened to me, I'm at the entrance of a big hotel."

"What are you doing there?"

"I...I'm counting sheep."
Chapter completed!