Tian's little cook

Chapter 215 What I Like To Hear Every Day

"Miss Lin, why are you with Mr. Lin today?"

The one who spoke was an old customer of "Linlin Douhua", who was also the first person to eat Douhua at that time. His surname was Yang.

Lin Zhimo put down the bean curd and said with a smile, "Aunt Yuan is resting today."

Although the bean curd stalls open early, they usually close at noon, and there is still time to rest in the afternoon.On the contrary, the Yuan family had to go out of the village and walk back every day, which was harder than them.

Therefore, Lin Zhimo deliberately asked Yuan to take one day off every five days, and today happened to be Yuan's day to rest.

As usual, the business of the stall is still very good. It is morning and there are slightly fewer people.

This time, Chen Zhu was pushing a small cart, and came to pick up the bean curds on time, before he approached, he said loudly, "Zhimo, Linjiao."

When they arrived at the stall, Lin Zhimo went to pack the bean curd first, and Chen Zhu was not idle, helping to greet the guests and clear the table.

"Brother Zhuzi, let's go after eating a bowl of bean curd rice." Lin Zhimo said while pretending.

"No, the business of the restaurant is good recently, so go back early and make preparations."

So far, Lin Zhimo's tofu curd is only available in Jukefang, and customers who want to eat bean curd can only go there.Sometimes after Lin Zhimo closes the stall, those who can't eat bean curd rice simply go to Jukefang to eat.

In this way, the business of the restaurant will naturally improve.

After packing the tofu curds, Chen Zhu greeted them and left.Lin Zhimo continued to order another pot of bean curd. In order to meet the continuous supply of bean curd, there are now two pots of bean curd on the stall.

Just as she scooped up a bowl of bean curd and handed it to Lin Jiao, a familiar voice came from afar.Lin Zhimo leaned over to look outside, and it really was a caravan walking towards the gate of the city.

"I'm going to be busy again." Lin Zhimo said to Lin Jiao.

Not long after, the caravan arrived at the gate of the city. Sure enough, some people got off the car and came to the "Linlin Douhua" stand. For a while, Lin Jiao and Lin Zhimo were busy.

Lin Zhimo knew the leader of the caravan this time. It was Sun Ao, the leader of the caravan she and Lin Jiao took when they returned from Xicheng to Yunze City.

Sun Ao mainly ran back and forth between Xicheng and Yunze City. He had eaten bean curd rice once when he left Yunze City last time, and he kept thinking about it on the way back.

Sun Ao ordered three bowls of bean curd by himself, but he came late, and the tables in the stall were already full.

Lin Zhimo was helpless: "Brother Sun, if you are not hungry, how about waiting a while and drinking some pea soup?"

"Okay, then you have to leave me three bowls."

"no problem."

Sun Ao didn't leave either, just stood aside and watched Lin Zhimo scoop up the bean curd, and waited for a seat by the way: "I really didn't know you had this unique skill last time."

"The secret recipe left at home, let's eat it for dinner." Lin Zhimo said with a smile: "I haven't seen Brother Sun Ling for a long time, I don't know when I will meet him?"

"He, I guess he will have to wait for more than a month to come back. I just received his letter two days ago, and he is purchasing goods in the north." Sun Ao later told them that he and Sun Ling were indeed cousins.

After waiting for a stick of incense, the people eating bean curd at the stall gradually left, and Sun Ao hurried over to find a seat and began to feast on it.

Lin Zhimo continued to scoop the bean curd, and Lin Jiao came over to serve it: "The soybeans have all been ground, and there are still two buckets left."

"It's hard work, I can rest soon." What Lin Zhimo likes to hear most every day is Lin Jiao telling her that the soybeans have been ground, which means that they will be liberated soon.

Turning his head, Lin Zhimo was about to continue scooping the bean curd when he found a girl standing in front of the pot.

(End of this chapter)