Chapter 231 The Breakfast Shop Owner and the Man He Picked Up (5)
The Breakfast Shop Owner and the Man He Picked Up (V)
"Xiao Song, pay the bill!"
"Lance, I want a bowl of pork bone noodles, and a soft-fried egg."
"coming."
Song Ning came over to collect the money and clear the dishes on the table, then turned into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of pork bone noodles. The noodles were solid and came with three large pieces of bones with meat that was obviously boneless. The soft-fried egg on top was dotted with chopped green onions, which made people's appetite increase greatly just by looking at it.
"Hey, Xiao Song, I can do it myself. Just let go and sit down to rest. Didn't your Lance tell you that the doctor told you to rest for a while?"
The regular customer was a working father in his forties. He couldn't wait to take a sip of the soup while muttering.
"Oh wow! This soup is really hot, but it tastes amazing!"
As he spoke, he couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a big mouthful of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth. The soup was delicious and the noodles were chewy. He couldn't help but praise it after one bite.
"I'm not saying anything, Xiao Song, but your Lance's skill in making breakfast is much better than yours. This is the best breakfast I've ever had."
He slurped and gave a thumbs-up.
Lance doesn't belong to him.
Song Ning has given up explaining.
It’s only been three days, and he has no idea how Lance brainwashed everyone during these three days.
Not only did his family members start to think about it, but the whole world seemed to think that there was something seriously wrong with his health and that he needed to rest regularly. Some regular customers even wanted to help him clean the table when they saw him.
Song Ning had mixed feelings but still tried his best to do something, and occasionally helped Lance thank the neighbors for their compliments.
At nine o'clock in the morning, no one came. Song Ning cleaned up the last table and turned into the kitchen.
Lance just came out wiping the sweat off his face.
"Why are you sweating so much?"
Song Ning asked with concern.
"It's been getting hotter in the morning these past two days, and it was hot in the kitchen to begin with."
Lance grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped it casually. His abdominal muscles were covered with fine beads of sweat, and two or three drops slid down along the shark line.
Song Ning looked at it for two seconds and then looked away. "Or maybe buy a fan and put it in there to blow the air."
"The fan can't blow, which affects the fire on the stove, and it's stuffy inside anyway."
And he doesn't plan to continue doing this for a long time, but this is not suitable to be told to Song Ning for the time being.
"Then you should buy a smaller one and put it on the counter so it blows towards you instead of the stove."
Song Ning disagreed.
"Why not buy a watermelon tonight to cool off? I remember checking yesterday and watermelons are cheap now."
Lance was talking about the time when he followed Song Ning to the vegetable market to shop.
Song Ning thought about it and didn't refuse.
After the break, Song Ning made lunch. Lance wanted to help Song Ning but he had a poker face.
"Am I some kind of useless piece of shit that can't move? You worked so hard this morning and I still want you to make lunch for me? If you don't let me do anything, I don't think I'll be able to eat for the next few days."
Threatened, but useful.
Lance didn't dare to joke about Song Ning's body, so he could only give in.
Song Ning was advised by his doctor to eat light food, but that didn't stop him from making delicious food for Lance.
There is a lamb chop in the refrigerator that was given to him by someone else. It was sent by an uncle that Song Ning's parents had helped during the Chinese New Year. Song Ning originally wanted to keep it for the wedding banquet when Er Gouzi was admitted to university, but now he thinks it is better to make it for Lance so that he can replenish his body and not get too tired.
The quality of the lamb chops was very good. After thawing, Song Ning chopped them into pieces, blanched them in water, and then put them into the pot to stew lamb soup.
He usually only makes breakfast until nine in the morning, and after cleaning up there are still two hours before lunch. Song Ning thought about it and felt that this was just right.
Song Ning used half of the lamb chops to stew soup, and marinated the other half in advance and kept it in the refrigerator for an hour and a half. When the lamb soup was bubbling with thick white soup, he began to slowly fry the lamb chops with oil.
A large pot of rice was cooked directly in the pot using mutton soup. The aroma of rice and mutton gradually drifted out of the store, and it was so fragrant that the children next door started crying with greed.
Song Ning poured himself a small bowl of mutton soup and two lamb chops, and then poured Lance a large bowl of mutton soup sprinkled with the purest pepper, with seven or eight lamb chops neatly placed in it.
He thought about it and shouted.
"Lance, go pick two stalks of coriander."
"it is good."
Lance got up from the cramped stool and walked to the door of the small breakfast shop - there were three square troughs filled with coriander in the corner.
After picking up two stalks of coriander and washing and chopping them, Lance saw a large plate of mutton soup that Song Ning had prepared for him.
"That's great. Just put your bowl in there. I don't eat cilantro."
Song Ning pushed the big bowl towards Lance.
He turned around and walked out with his own small bowl, fried lamb chops and a garlic lettuce.
"Have a simple lunch. I'll go buy some watermelon this afternoon."
"I'll go with you. I'll carry the vegetables."
Lance did not refuse Song Ning's offer and immediately returned the favor.
Song Ning wanted to say no, but when he saw Lance's determined look as if he wanted to join the party, he gave up struggling.
Forget it, I can’t win anyway.
There are very few people in the market in the afternoon, and most of them are catering people like Song Ning who come here to purchase.
"The big bones are actually selling quite well today. How about adding a little more?"
Lance suggested.
"Okay, then Sister Yang, give me more big bones."
"Okay, this is Lance, right? I also heard from them that the food in your house has been smelling better lately. One day when I have a day off, I will definitely go to your house for breakfast."
"Okay, then I'll give you two more pieces of bone meat."
"Then I would like to thank you both in advance."
Turning a corner, Lance said that there was less noodles.
Song Ning also asked the person making the hand-rolled noodles to add a bag of noodles.
After a round, Song Ning had prepared a lot more goods than usual but came back empty-handed.
"Or you can give me half, I can raise it."
"No, don't we still need to buy watermelon?"
Lance was holding two large bags in each hand, but he was steady. "You can hold the watermelon later."
After leaving the fruit shop, Song Ning held the watermelon and walked slowly home with Lance.
Occasionally he met some acquaintances on the road, and they all looked at the watermelon in his arms with a little surprise.
Song Ning was puzzled until his next-door neighbor, Grandma Zhang, looked at him and said something.
"No wonder they all say Lance is much better than Ergouzi, it seems to be true. I haven't seen you willing to buy fruit for yourself in a long time. In the past, you always let Ergouzi take you to school."
Song Ning looked stunned.
Is that right?
Grandma Zhang looked at Lance's hands which were full of things, and came over and patted his strong arms with a satisfied look on her face.
"Look, this boy is much more sensible and knows how to help Xiao Song carry things. I couldn't stand that Er Gou before, he looked so delicate and meticulous when he wanted to learn. Xiao Song is so tired on weekdays, so what's wrong with him helping to carry things when he goes home during the holidays. Boy, your name is Lance, right? You are a good boy, you must live a good life with Xiao Song in the future."
"Okay grandma."
Lance complied.
Song Ning was a little dazed on the way back.
Lance saw it and didn't ask any more questions.
Back at the shop, Song Ning suddenly looked at him.
"Tomorrow, I'll help with some light work, too."
Lance was about to refuse, but Song Ning spoke again, "The kitchen is still too hot. If I can make more money, I want to install an air conditioner next month."
Lance's eyes immediately lit up.