Chapter 689 Blind Man's Fried Noodles

12 o'clock at night, the streets of northern Beijing.

Zhou Rui walked aimlessly with his car.

Wherever it was dark, chaotic, and narrow, he would go there.

Until a certain alley, Zhou Rui finally found the target of this trip.

A lonely fried noodle stall under the street light.

In professional terms, this is called integrated movable design, which is integrated with the electric tricycle, with a stove, a cabinet, a light, a sign, and more than a dozen raw materials spread on the stainless steel table.

You can fry when you stop, and you can run when you get on. It is a special vehicle for urban management.

The wisdom of the working people is endless. Zhou Rui has to say that this level of integration is high, and no piece of iron sheet is wasted.

There is an advertising cloth hanging on it, which says "fried rice, fried noodles, fried vermicelli, fried pancake shreds".

Zhou Rui walked closer and took a look. It was quite clean. Although it was not spotless, it did not look like it would cause diarrhea.

The stall owner was a 50-year-old aunt. Seeing Zhou Rui wearing sunglasses, she was stunned. Did she think that she had been living a life of hiding during the day and working at night?

Isn't it late at night?

Zhou Rui said: "Boss, fry some noodles."

"Okay, do you want it spicy?"

"Slightly spicy."

The aunt's hands were very fast. Whether it was noodles, vegetables, oil, or eggs, she was accurate in every scoop.

People in this industry have to be quick and standardized, and every action is honed.

Including the deformed iron pot.

Zhou Rui carefully observed the other party's operation.

Yes, he just had a flash of inspiration and found a way to gain [Cooking] experience in Jingbei.

And it is much more efficient than the normal method.

In just three minutes, a bowl of egg and ham fried noodles with an attractive aroma and dark brown color came out of the pot, and Che Gan next to him drooled.

Zhou Rui handed the fried noodles to Che Gan and said: "Boss, fry some rice and add ham sausage."

Another three minutes, the fried rice came out of the pot.

The aunt's hand speed is definitely not bad for screwing screws.

Of course, doing this, you can earn much more than screwing screws.

Zhou Rui's eyes lit up. At this pace, his [cooking skills] experience will skyrocket in one night.

He asked the boss to make fried noodles and fried pancake shreds. Zhou Rui observed carefully and remembered them in his mind.

He had learned 70% of it. He spent 1,000 yuan to purchase all the raw materials of this roadside stall and obtained the right to use this high-tech vehicle for one night.

This was his second acquisition. The first time was the "Dajiang" in the initial stage.

The aunt confirmed it several times. You can make money without working. Is there such a good thing?

However, she was worried that Zhou Rui would ride away with the car, so she said she would stay and keep an eye on Zhou Rui.

Zhou Rui said it didn't matter and started to take over the stall.

However, the idea was full, and the reality was very skinny.

Zhou's fried noodle stall encountered a business crisis just after it opened.

No customers

"Auntie, how many customers do you usually have?"

"It depends on luck. Sometimes I can sell some when I meet a girl who just got off work. If there is no one, I will change places."

Zhou Rui knocked on the wok, making a crisp sound, and decided to wait and see.

But he couldn't waste time. He could still cook without customers, to gain experience.

He ate one bowl, the dried vegetables ate one bowl, the aunt ate one bowl, the dried vegetables ate one bowl, the aunt stopped eating, and the dried vegetables ate one bowl.

While cooking, he got two points of experience.

It was about the same as he expected, about two and a half servings of fried noodles, equivalent to one point of experience.

With the ingredients on this stall, it is more than enough to cook forty or fifty servings, which means that he will get 20 points of experience tonight.

Get rich!

"Yue~ The boss can't eat anymore"

"No, you have to believe in yourself, put more in, maybe there is still room?"

"It can't be put in, there is no room for anything."

Zhou Rui was a little helpless.

Although throwing the fried noodles into the trash can would not affect his experience, he had been following the elders and learned for a while, so he could not do such a wasteful behavior.

Just as he was about to try to change places to find the young lady who had just got off work, a few drunken young men came in the alley.

If it were in the past, Zhou Rui would only think that these guys were annoying, but tonight they were all valuable customers.

A fat young man with a big dog chain and hip-hop style stopped when he smelled the fragrance. He was about to call out, but he was stunned when he saw Zhou Rui.

Is this a blind man?

Massage is not easy these days, and blind people come out to make fried noodles?

"Boss, can you make fried noodles?"

Zhou Rui weighed the frying pan casually: "Yes, what to eat? There is a 20% discount today."

The hip-hop young man thought to himself that there is a 20% discount on fried noodles for six yuan?

"Then let's have fried rice, guys, would you like it?"

"I want fried shredded pancakes with ham."

"I want fried noodles, not spicy."

In twos and threes, they ordered six things.

Che Gan, who couldn't eat any more, consciously acted as an assistant and took up a small notebook to help the boss record what he ordered.

He didn't really understand what the boss was doing, but he thought it was quite interesting.

Zhou Rui knocked on the wok and prepared to start.

He actually relied on his memory to forcefully remember all the procedures and quantities of the aunt.

The taste may be slightly different after the stir-fry, but it's a roadside stall, so don't ask for too much if you don't have diarrhea.

What's more, he gave a discount.

Several young people thought that my great Beijing is really full of hidden talents, and this blind man is so skillful!

It took almost 20 minutes to copy six things, which was a bit slow, but another 3 experience points were added to the account.

Zhou Rui felt that he was simply a genius and thought of this way to gain experience.

The few young men who had been drinking for a long time did not leave, so they just stood around eating, chatting and spanking.

It seemed that because there were people around, a few more customers gradually walked into the alley. Blind man's fried noodles, bah, it was Zhou's fried noodles that completely opened up the situation.

The driver was busy recording the order information. Zhou Rui's frying spoon was about to have an afterimage. He couldn't take care of it for a while and looked at the aunt who had been watching the fun.

"Auntie, can you help me?"

The aunt smiled shyly: "That's another price."

Zhou Rui: "100!"

The aunt took good care of herself and started to help.

Zhou Rui just speculated and gained experience. In a short time, he had more than ten points in his account, turning into a ruthless experience machine.

Catering really pays attention to the gathering effect. The more people there are, the more people there will be.

He said to Che Gan: "Go to the surrounding streets to see if there are any other fried rice and noodles stalls, and buy back their raw materials."

I'm lucky tonight, I'll get the entry directly.

Che Gan took the order and left.

"Boss, please make some fried noodles. Add eggs and make them less spicy."

"okay."

Zhou Rui was halfway through the job when he looked up inadvertently and saw that it was a familiar customer.

Hong Anran.

That's right, it's only a few blocks away from the space agency, so there's a chance of encountering it.

Fortunately, I have a disguise.

Hong Anran stared at Zhou Ruimeng.

Can a blind person cook noodles? Is this a medical miracle?

As a scientific researcher, she thinks more than other diners. Is it to identify the location by listening to the sound? Or does practice make perfect?

Compensation mechanism?

Until she noticed that Zhou Rui's eyeballs behind his sunglasses seemed to be moving!

In terms of body coordination, it also relies entirely on vision. He asked doubtfully: "Boss, you are not blind, are you? Can you see clearly with sunglasses?"

Zhou Rui kept moving his hands and said calmly: "I once had a first love. She thought I was poor, so she broke up with me."

Hong Anran:?

"Later she made a little money, but she came to me to get back together with someone else's child."

Hong Anran:? ?

"That kid was a naughty kid. He used hairspray to wet my eyes. My eyes were scarred and they were always red. In order not to scare people, I always wore sunglasses."

Zhou Rui was very calm and stole Che Gan's story.

It's not easy to see through your own disguise, let alone unfamiliar people, just deal with it casually.

Just as he was about to pack Hong Anran's noodles, several people in black uniforms came over at the entrance of the alley.

Zhou Rui thought that the security guard somewhere had gone off duty, and thought that he would be alive again, but he saw the aunt turned off the stove at lightning speed and got on the tricycle.

Ran

The movement was too fluid and it didn't even last five seconds.

Zhou Rui grabbed a frying spoon and ran after him.

This is the hope to gain experience tonight!

"No, aunt, why are you running away!"

"That's the city management! I have a conditioned reflex!"

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A few urban management officials couldn't catch up, and since they couldn't drive in this small alley, they couldn't run three-wheeled.

I looked around at the diners, but I couldn't confiscate their noodles, so I could only tell them, "Don't throw away garbage," and then I shook my head and left.

Hong Anran stood there in a daze.

"Hey~ Where's my face?"

In the end, I could only admit that I was unlucky and turn around and leave.

I always felt that the blind boss just now was a bit strange.

At the entrance of the alley, I looked around reluctantly, but unfortunately I didn't see the food stall again.

She really wanted that bowl of noodles after working overtime so late.

So he really got back together with his ex-girlfriend? What a strange man

The diners dispersed one after another, and the alley, which had been lively for a short time, quickly returned to calm.

A few minutes later.

The driver was carrying several big bags, including noodles, rice, bean sprouts, and ham sausages.

Standing at the entrance of the alley in a daze.

"Hey~ Where is my boss?"

"Did I go wrong?"