After some conscious guidance and indoctrination, Wang Bo basically successfully convinced his stepfather and mother. The family reached a consensus on the following key points that are related to "Sao Zeng Mi Fen" and "Life and Death":

1,

The number of bowls sold by the rice noodle shop every day is kept confidential, and no one can be disclosed to anyone except for the family of people.

2,

The three secret recipes for forming the special taste of "Zeng Sao Rice Noodles": spicy oil, broth and sauerkraut are kept confidential. No one should be disclosed to them, whether it is the raw materials or the production process.

Wang Bo told his parents that if they really couldn't help but be careless, push all the problems on themselves, and let them deal with these relatives and friends who want to "be rich first and then wealth later".

Wang Jichang is a selfish and extremely self-centered person by nature. Wang Bo proposed two key confidentiality principles. Wang Jichang agreed with both hands and feet. The kind mother has always been a little confused and seems to be a little sad. She had no choice but to emphasize the benefits and interests of this to stepfather while her mother was away, so that he must do the ideological work of his mother, so that she can "think through" and "think through".

"Don't worry, Bo'er, just leave your mother's job to me. Your mother is also a elm-headed person. She cares too much about the relationship between her brothers and sisters. She doesn't know if her brothers and sisters will scoop two bowls for us when we can't afford to eat, and if they will get two for you when they don't have clothes. Only if they have it is true, and the others are all fake." Wang Jichang patted his chest and promised Wang Bo, not forgetting to defame his wife's family.

Wang Bo automatically ignored Wang Jichang's previous words, and only one of the most agreed. His stepfather was useless in doing things, but when he spoke, he would occasionally show a few "true insights" that could reflect social reality.

Since all the sauce was sold out today, the whole family worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening, and prepared six more pots of fresh, spicy sauce. Considering that the rice noodle shops have experienced a "joining the fun and watching the strange" growth in recent times, Wang Bo expanded the amount of each sauce to 15 times yesterday, which is 150 bowls. If they can sell them all tomorrow, then their operating income will exceed the thousand yuan mark!

Wang Bo did not take the fried sauce and the old soup by himself, but became a teacher and guided his mother.

In the first operation, Zeng Fanyu was still relatively unfamiliar with the sauce, especially when stir-frying sauce. More than 20 kinds of seasonings and spices were involved. Some seasonings and spices had to be pretreated. During this period, the oil temperature was controlled with a temperature measuring gun. This was very different from Zeng Fanyu's previous cooking and stir-frying a pot of dishes with two or three kinds of seasonings. It made her fuss. She was either in the wrong order or the amount added was wrong, or the oil temperature was ignored.

Fortunately, Wang Bo mentioned it and corrected the mistakes. Although it was bumpy, it did not affect the taste of the sauce.

In order to celebrate today's opening and to reward the family who had been busy all day, after frying the sauce, Wang Bo specially proposed to go and order braised dishes to eat. Wang Jichang, who had a delicious mouth, immediately agreed and said that it would be best to bring two bottles of ice beer and come back to dizzy.

Zeng Fanyu had no objection in rare cases.

When the family returned home, it was already 11:30 in the evening. Wang Jichang and Zeng Fanyu, who had been working hard for a day, went to bed after washing up. Before going to bed, Zeng Fanyu still did not forget to cook three poached eggs for Wang Bo, which made Wang Jichang a little jealous.

Wang Bo was also exhausted, but thinking that this kind of day of going out early and returning late might become a normal situation in the near future, he would definitely not be able to take any time to read books. He still had to go to high school and to study for one or two years in college. Then his grades could not drop too much. This is not only a matter of face, but also a matter of whether he can get along with his parents. Wang Jichang and Wang Bo didn't care, but he was unwilling to let his mother down.

After barely watching the third year of junior high school mathematics for half an hour, Wang Bo couldn't stand the fight's eyelids, and threw the book and fell asleep.

The next morning, my aunt Zhong Xiaomin rode her bicycle to the rice noodle shop on time. As soon as she entered the shop, no one told me to pick up the mop and start mopping the floor. My mother began to wipe the oil and dust on the table with a rag. My stepfather went into the kitchen and started to make hot soup. The few of them performed their duties and were orderly, and they nodded secretly by Wang Bo, who was sitting at the door holding a physics book, pretending to behave.

"Dad, is the soup hot? After it is hot, it comes out with three bowls of rice noodles. By the way, aunt, what sauce do you eat?" Wang Bo observed it and saw that the lobby was cleaned and spotless by his aunt and mother. He was ready to pick up the customers, so he started to arrange breakfast for several people.

"Whoever eats sausage? You have to sell that sausage. Vegetarian rice noodles." Zhong Xiaomin also wanted to scoop the sausage and shook her head. Beef, fat intestines, and eels are all high-end ingredients for Zhong Xiaomin who lives in the countryside. She may not be able to eat it once a year. It is the vegetarian rice noodles that do not add any sausage. The frugal Zhong Xiaomin rarely buys them to eat.

"Hehe, I can sell it for a lot of money? My aunt, if you don't say it, I'll order it for you. Dad, then I'll give us whole beef and more sauce. Today we eat beef, tomorrow we eat fat intestines, and change the pattern a day." Wang Bo said with a smile at Zhong Xiaomin. He naturally understood the younger aunt's mentality. One was just embarrassed, and the other wanted to save money for her family.

"Xiaomin, you have to scoop the sauce, it tastes better with the sauce!" The mother enthusiastically advised her aunt. If she hadn't been there, her mother would definitely choose to eat vegetarian rice noodles. However, because of her aunt, she was hospitalized for life. "I would rather eat well than let my relatives and friends eat well" could only "enjoy happiness" with her.

After eating half of the rice noodles in the bowl of the three, guests came to the door.

"Boss, eat three liang of eel red soup in the store. After I finish eating, I will pack the fat intestines with two liang of Qinghong soup." A middle-aged man entered the rice noodle shop and started ordering the order without looking at it.

Wang Bo only heard the way and tone of this person speaking, and knew that this was a repeat customer who came to the store yesterday.

"Okay, uncle. Three liang of eels - red soup -! One liang of clear red soup - fat intestines - packed - and then let it come out after eating!" Wang Bo shouted loudly in the direction of the inner kitchen, and sang again.

Today is a completely replica of yesterday, and the business is better than yesterday, because there are a large number of second-time repeat customers.

The appearance of a large number of repeat customers finally made Wang Bo's heart completely calm. From then on, to putting a later saying that as long as he did not die, Zeng Sao Mi noodles would not die, and would only get better and more prosperous.

The hot business lasted from 7 a.m. to 2 p.m., and the crowded front hall slowly sparged. It was not until this time that Wang Bo, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, had time to consider the issue of lunch.

My parents and my aunties had the opinion that they went to the farmers' market to buy some vegetables and went back to the rice noodle shop to make their own. Anyway, the pots, pans and various seasonings were ready-made, so they were bought for two or three times.

Wang Bo felt that this was too troublesome, and the four of them were tired for most of the day, so he was unwilling to ask their parents to go to the kitchen to get food, so he said that he might as well go to the restaurant to order two dishes and ask them to deliver them.

"I think you have too much money! Go to the restaurant? How much money do you have to go to the restaurant?" Wang Jichang looked unhappy and shouted at Wang Bo. This morning, he invited Zhong Xiaomin to eat three liang and add more beef rice noodles, which made Wang Jichang feel very painful. He was not heartbroken by the three liang rice noodles, but when he thought about three liang this morning, another three liang tomorrow morning, and every day from now on, it will be three liang a month, and thirty liang a month. How much does thirty liang a day cost? Sixty yuan! God, a few years ago, he showed people the door a month's salary of only seventy or eighty yuan!

And this is still a meal! If three meals are combined, it wouldn’t it be that the food expenses of one or two hundred yuan per month? Wang Jichang felt that the salary of 450 yuan per month was high enough. If the food expenses of one or two hundred yuan, wouldn’t it cost six or seven hundred yuan? Is this still the salesperson of the rice noodle shop? It is better than the workers who have latte rice bowls in the factory.

"Boer, listen to your father. Let your father go to the farmers' market to cut two kilograms of meat. There is also a bundle of lettuce in the kitchen. We stir-fry the whole lettuce and cook lettuce leaf soup. It's enough." My mother also refuted Wang Bo's "extravagance". Having meat every day is a luxury life that Zeng Fanyu dared not think about, and he has to go to a restaurant? This is not an enjoyment for her life, but a crime!

"Boer, what restaurant is there? I heard from your old man, so I cooked my own food in the store! Sister, I said, don't buy any meat, just stir-fry the lettuce and cook a soup. Brother Wang, where is the lettuce? Is there a knife? I'll peel the lettuce!" My aunt also persuaded her, and after that, she walked to the kitchen and prepared to peel the lettuce.

"I just ate beef in the morning and have to eat meat at noon. Do I still have to eat meat at night? Mom, what kind of life is this? I'm afraid the landlords can't afford such a life!" Zhong Xiaomin muttered in surprise. Before working in the store, she, her uncle and grandmother had only cut meat for about ten days to make teeth sacrifices, and she only ate two or three times a month. Looking at this situation today, she might have meat for every meal, and she ate all the meat for the previous month in one day. She was completely scared and was a little worried that she would lose her life if she lived this kind of life.

His opinion was opposed by everyone. Wang Bo knew that he had committed "public anger", so he shut up and stopped talking about the restaurant. Eating meat every meal, or leaving a small restaurant was not a problem for him in his previous life. Even in the last two years when he was most difficult, he had never lacked meat. He just changed from going to a restaurant often to going to the supermarket to cut meat and go home to get it home.

However, he obviously forgot that it is not 2015, where living standards in cities and rural areas have generally improved, but 1999, where the per capita annual income of farmers is not more than 1,000 yuan. Looking at the background of his father riding a bicycle to the farmers' market, Wang Bo sighed helplessly:

It seems that there is still a long way to go to make parents, especially mothers, get used to eating and buying whatever they want!

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