Old Yang helped Qingxi quickly master the recipe of a hundred kinds of southern noodle noodles, helped Qingxi repair some old noodle shops, helped Qingxi come up with the best strategy for how to run a noodle shop, and even helped Qingxi cultivate Cuicui and Xiaolan two right-hand assistants. But just the day before the Qingxi noodle shop opened, Old Yang called his apprentice in front of him and said something.

"Master's bowl of immortals is well-known in Hangzhou. Master also has a group of old customers. If Master helps you promote it, you can help you attract a group of customers on the first day of opening. But Master doesn't want to do that. Qingxi, your life is hard, and Master feels sorry for you, but business is not smooth. Master has taught you everything you can teach you. In the next path, Master wants you to go on your own. Maybe your business is deserted a few days before opening, but only by experiencing the pain from zero to experiencing the pain can you exercise patience and perseverance. When you encounter setbacks in the future, it is easy to survive in the beginning."

Qingxi understands, at least she feels that she understands it.

Mr. Yang said again: "I don't know that there are not many people in our master-apprentice relationships, so you don't have to say it out loud. Just keep it in mind. Master shouldn't go to your noodle shop. If you encounter troubles that cannot be solved, just come to me and Master will help you with your advice in private."

"Thank you, Master, you are resting with peace of mind. I will come to see you as soon as I have time." Qingxi knelt down and kowtowed to the old man seriously.

Old Yang smiled and helped her up, pinch Qingxi's thin arm, and said, "Get up early and go to bed late to make noodles, which is more tiring than running several laps. You can stop running in the morning. You are still young and when you are growing up, don't spend time on business, pay attention to rest, don't get tired, Cuicui pipes to burn fire, Xiaolan cleans up the plate, you just need to make noodles."

Qingxi nodded and also reminded his master not to go to the kitchen secretly. The old man worked in front of the pot for a lifetime and made countless bowls of noodles, but his waist was exhausted.

"Okay, it seems that we will not meet again in the future." Mrs. Yang smiled and interrupted the "Yiyi farewell" between the master and the apprentice.

At noon the next day, Qingxi lit two big firecrackers with his own hands. With the crackling sound of explosions, she stepped on a stool and unveiled the plaque in front of the noodle restaurant.

On the pitch-black plaque are three golden characters written by an old scholar guest in Yang Laotuo: Xu Qingtang.

Today is a good weather, with sunshine shining brightly. Qingxi looked up and seemed to see that every year during the Chinese New Year, my father would step on the bench to take off the plaque of his restaurant and wipe it carefully. At that time, my father's expression was even more solemn than the Qingming Festival worship of his ancestors, as if the plaque of the restaurant was a priceless treasure handed down by his ancestors.

Qingxi kept looking at the plaque until the water in her eyes was completely taken back. Qingxi turned around and smiled at her mother and sisters and said, "Okay, this is our Xu family's noodle restaurant in the future. Mom, please take your sisters back first. The place inside is small, you all take it. What should you do if the guests have no place to sit?"

Lin Wanyin also knew that she could not help her daughter. She saw that there seemed to be passers-by in the distance and that her daughter was afraid that she would be busy. Lin Wanyin hurriedly took her two little daughters away.

Qingxi is also thin-skinned and can't do anything to attract customers on the street, so she goes to the kitchen first.

Xiaolan and Cuicui stood at the door. When a customer came over, the two explained enthusiastically: "Our noodle restaurant opened today. All noodles are half price on the first day. Do you come in and try it?"

A middle-aged man in a gray gown stood at the door and looked down at the wooden boards outside the noodle restaurant.

The black wooden board is about three feet wide, as high as a waist. There are several lines of delicate and upright small characters written in chalk: "

Today's menu

Crab roe noodles

Cat ears

Shrimp flake eel noodles

One corner of each bowl

Opening day

All are half price.”

The middle-aged man frowned and pointed to the wooden board and asked Xiaolan: "A bowl of five cents is another place, why is your family so expensive? It's half price, is it fooling people?"

Other guests who surrounded him agreed.

Xiaolan was originally a maid next to Gu Shiqin. She was at ease when treating people and things. She explained without changing her face: "Our store dares to sell this price, and the taste is naturally better than other stores. Crab roe and shrimp are also inclusive. You can enjoy it all the time."

"Why is that cat ears so expensive?" Someone immediately questioned. Someone bullied Xiaolan, Cuicui was a young maid, and asked half-comfortably, "Is it possible that your family uses real cat ears?"

Cuicui was angry. Xiaolan blocked Cuicui who was preparing for the theory and smiled: "You really want to know, why not go in and try it. What I said about the rotten ceiling may be self-proclaimed, and it is better to judge it yourself."

"The original price is one yuan, half price and five cents to eat the bowl of cat ears. I think I am a fool." The man with a bad tone left first.

One of them left, and the other people who watched the fun also ended one after another. In a blink of an eye, all the people left, and no customer was brought in.

Qingxi listened inside. When Xiaolan was teased for the third time, Qingxi couldn't help it and walked a few steps out, calling Xiaolan and Cuicui in.

"Miss, they all think it's expensive. Why don't we sell it cheaper?" Cuicui suggested in a low voice.

Qingxi shook her head. You get what you pay for. As the master said, what she wanted was to revive the name "Xu Qingtang", not just to make money. The price was because her noodles tasted good and worth the money. Maybe someone would leave because of the price at the beginning, but as long as she ate it alone, as long as the reputation slowly spreads, she would not be afraid of no business.

The lady had a big idea, Cuicui stopped talking, looked at the door, and secretly worried for the lady.

Qingxi was calm on the surface, but in fact she was worried. What the master said made sense, but whether it could work. After experiencing the expectations and disappointment just now, Qingxi's confidence became thinner. She returned to the kitchen, sat on a small stool, and looked out from time to time. The peak lunch time was only two hours, and today it opened at auspicious time, with only one hour left.

Qingxi lowered her head, and on her wrist was the watch given to her by her father. It had been fifteen minutes since it opened.

Could it be that there is no business in one order, right?

As soon as the thought arose, a smiley voice suddenly came from outside: "It's been open? I've been waiting for it for a month."

Could it be the Master’s former guest?

Qingxi walked out in surprise and stepped out of the kitchen. She saw a middle-aged man in a suit and a flat head standing at the door. His appearance was average. When he saw her, the man smiled and nodded, polite. Qingxi suddenly felt that the other party looked familiar. She had been thinking too much recently. She forgot, and Xiaolan suddenly thought about it and greeted Qingxi: "It turned out to be Manager Zhou from the Western Restaurant next door. In the future, we will do business on the same street. Please ask Manager Zhou to give more suggestions."

Qingxi finally remembered that she was in the noodle shop for the first time, and happened to be Manager Zhou coming over to persuade his master to rent the noodle shop to his boss.

"Is there anything wrong with Manager Zhou?" Qingxi asked politely.

As a chef, Qingxi specially made two clothes according to her father's dress when she was taking the spoon. She had black trousers underneath and white short shirts on top. It was clean and clean, but compared with the colorful dresses that girls like to wear, there was no beauty at all. But Manager Zhou felt that with the appearance of this young lady Qingxi, she was dressed like a beggar. As long as she showed her face, no one could resist her beauty, especially her snow-white and delicate face, which really made him want to pinch it.

"Ahem, neighbors, let me support you, let's give me a bowl of crab roe noodles." Manager Zhou smiled and picked up the table close to the kitchen to sit.

He clearly didn't come to eat noodles in sincerity. Qingxi didn't want this person to be the first guest of the noodle restaurant, but she was very kind and said nothing, so she couldn't tell the guests. She thanked her and tied her apron to go to the kitchen to make noodles. Cuicui followed in and burned the fire. Seeing that Manager Zhou stretched his neck and looked in, Xiaolan deliberately stood at the kitchen door and pretended to be curious about inquiring about the business of the Western restaurant.

Manager Zhou could not see the beauty anymore, which was quite disappointing, but Xiaolan was also beautiful, so she changed to chat with Xiaolan.

"Yeah, I didn't realize that Miss Qingxi actually has such good skills." After serving it, Manager Zhou praised immediately after tasting it.

Unfortunately, Qingxi's master and servant were three, and no one wanted his praise.

Manager Zhou ate a bowl of noodles and drank the soup cleanly. Then, taking advantage of the reason for the review, he walked to the kitchen door to talk to Qingxi. Qingxi was reluctant to do so, and Xiaolan tried to urge the guests as politely as possible. Manager Zhou didn't listen and just refused to leave. In the end, Cuicui couldn't stand it anymore and said loudly to the outsider: "If Manager Zhou thinks it tastes delicious, then hurry up and go out to help us shout. Others say we are selling high prices to cheat money."

Now that Manager Zhou didn't leave, he just didn't help. He looked at Qingxi reluctantly. He turned around and left, went out and went straight back to the Western restaurant next door, but he didn't help starting a business.

Cuicui spat hard.

Xiaolan looked at her lady’s face, and suddenly came up with an idea: “When I get home, I will make a mask for the lady, just like the ones worn by the nurses in the hospital, cover her face and see which one can still look around.”

This is a good idea, Qingxi is in a better mood.

After a while, a guest from the neighboring "Shanjuke" restaurant sent a friend over and held a flower basket to Qingxi: "Our shopkeeper asked me to send gifts, congratulations to the lady for opening the noodle restaurant, I wish you a prosperous business."

There were fresh flowers such as lilies, yellow chrysanthemums, carnations and other fresh flowers in the flower basket. It was obvious that they had just bought them from the flower shop. Qingxi took the flower basket with his own hands and asked the guy to express his gratitude to her. The guy was a young man. As soon as Qingxi approached, his face turned red, but he knew the rules very well and didn't look at it at all. He went back to report his life.

"This is really a congratulation." Cuicui happily admired the flower basket.

Xiaolan popularized Shanjuke’s news to Qingxi: “Shanjuke is a time-honored brand in Hangzhou. The shopkeeper just now mentioned is the fifth young master of the Chen family, and the only name is Yi Yao. The Chen family is also a big family, but other young masters either do business, study medicine or study abroad. Only the fifth young master likes to eat since childhood and takes over the restaurant.”

Qingxi silently recorded it.

This afternoon, not counting the ulterior motives of Manager Zhou, Qingxi only received three guests, but fortunately, the guests praised the taste.

There were no guests on the entire Yuqiao Street in the afternoon. After a while, the number of pedestrians finally increased.

The evening rush hour was slightly better. From four to six half past Qingxi sold a total of eight bowls.

"It will be closed in another hour. Guess how many bowls can I sell?" Cuicui was bored and wanted to make a bet with Xiaolan.

Xiaolan hopes to have four bowls and make up an integer of fifteen bowls a day.

"Then I guess nine bowls, get twenty!" Cuicui's goal was relatively big.

Qingxi settled the accounts in his mind. According to the original price, he sold a dime for one penny, and made a profit of about six cents. He only made one or two yuan in twenty bowls. He worked all over thirty days a month, and only more than thirty yuan, which was not enough for the master's rent. Of course, Qingxi believed that business would be better and better in the future, and it was impossible to sell only twenty bowls a day.

"Hey, no one came to such a good noodle restaurant?"

A familiar voice came into the kitchen, and Qingxi smiled. Lu Duo, just listening to the sound, gave people a very sunny feeling.

She walked out of the kitchen, and then unexpectedly, she found that behind Lu Duo a man in black wearing sunglasses was there. Last month, whenever he ran to meet, Mr. Gu San didn't wear sunglasses. When he saw him in this outfit again tonight, Qingxi was a little uncomfortable.

"Miss Qingxi, how much did you earn today?" Lu Duo picked a table casually and asked Qingxi naturally.

There was not a single customer at the noodle restaurant. As long as you were not blind, you could guess that Qingxi's business must be bleak, but when it came out of Lu Duo's mouth, no one would think he was sarcastic, just simple curiosity.

Lu Duo treated her as a friend. His familiar tone made Qingxi, who had been forcing her for a day, unable to help but show a hint of helplessness, and said self-deprecatingly: "It's enough to treat you a bowl of noodles."

Lu Duo laughed and realized that Qingxi also had a funny side.

Qingxi was ridiculous and glared at Lu Duo and greeted another guest: "Does Sanye want something to eat?"

Gu Huaixiu, regardless of his nephew, had already picked up the table, walked straight to the position opposite the kitchen he sat last time, and said lightly: "Cat Ears."

Qingxi nodded and looked at Lu Duo who was moving over.

Lu Duo originally wanted to eat some meat, but his uncle ordered it. He remembered the failed cat ears of the last bowl of Qingxi, and said happily: "Like my uncle, I will check the results of Miss Qingxi's hard practice for one month."

Qingxi turned around and entered the kitchen.

Lu Duo didn't recognize the baby at all, so he went to the kitchen to see Qingxi making noodles.
Chapter completed!