Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

Just as Zhou Yu was about to scan the QR code to pay, Sun Zhigang held down the QR code tightly, preventing Zhou Yu from making the payment.

Sun Zhigang: "Brother Yu, you didn't charge me when you taught me how to make wonton noodles. You're just helping me out with breakfast. How can I let you pay?"

Seeing Sun Zhigang's resolute expression, Zhou Yu didn't insist any further.

However, Chen Mingyuan became curious and asked, "Oh? Zhou Yu, so you're also in the catering business?"

Yang Jingda polished the shoes quickly and said, "Yu-ge's wonton noodles are delicious. At least in the whole of G City, there are no better wonton noodles than Yu-ge's."

"No, I just sell things at a stall in the evenings, I wouldn't call myself a real food vendor," Zhou Yu said modestly.

"Sure, where do you set up your stall? I'll give it a try when I have time." Hearing that Zhou Yu was also just setting up a stall, Chen Mingyuan became less interested.

It wasn't that he looked down on Zhou Yu, but rather that he had a phobia of wonton noodles.

Chen Mingyuan is from the north and loves noodles. So when he first came to Lingnan, he specifically went looking for wonton noodles.

I thought that since the food in Lingnan was so delicious, the wonton noodles must be good too, but I didn't expect to be disappointed.

First, he couldn't taste the wheat flavor, and the alkaline taste was very strong, which made him, who was used to northern-style noodles without alkaline water, very uncomfortable.

Although when I mentioned it to my friend later, he said that the restaurant he ate at was a popular online restaurant and not authentic, so he took me to He Ji, which he claimed was the most authentic in the area.

But seeing the long queue at the store entrance, Chen Mingyuan ultimately left without eating.

Seeing Yang Jingda's exaggerated expression, he began to doubt the truthfulness of his words.

"At the entrance of Ocean University," Yang Jingda said before Zhou Yu could speak.

"Oh, okay, I'll check it out next time I'm passing by," Chen Mingyuan replied dismissively.

Seeing Chen Mingyuan's skeptical look, Yang Jingda didn't press the matter further. Instead, he asked Zhou Yu, "Brother Yu, are you still setting up your stall tonight?"

Sun Zhigang stepped on Yang Jingda's foot, but he also secretly pricked up his ears to listen to Zhou Yu's reply.

"If the rain isn't too heavy tonight, we'll still set up our stall." Zhou Yu didn't pay much attention to Yang Jingda's little scheme.

Hearing Zhou Yu's reply, Sun Zhigang was slightly disappointed.

However, he immediately started berating himself.

Sun Zhigang, Sun Zhigang, how can you be as shameless as your cousin, actually hoping that Brother Yu won't set up his stall?

He felt ashamed of the disappointment he had just experienced.

......

When Zhou Yu returned home, the clouds in the sky were still thick, and the sun had not yet peeked out.

But the sky was noticeably brighter, and the clouds weren't the kind that foreshadowed rain.

He decided to set up his stall as usual tonight.

After preparing all the necessary ingredients for the day, Zhou Yu contacted a real estate agency to help him find a suitable shop.

However, a light drizzle started to fall again in the afternoon, making Zhou Yu hesitate a bit.

He remembered that Sun Zhigang had set up his stall this morning, and it was obvious that he had also set up his stall last night.

How could I be lazier than that "oh dear apprentice"?

(Aiya XX, a Cantonese slang term meaning informal or informal; "Aiya apprentice" means informal apprentice.)

With that in mind, he hardened his heart and stopped caring about the rainfall.

After buying a huge outdoor sun umbrella, I headed straight to my stall.

But when Zhou Yu saw Gao Jing'an pull out the retractable awning at the entrance, he felt a bit like a clown.

I bought this parasol for nothing!

Gao Jing'an smiled and said, "Actually, I wanted to tell you yesterday that my awning can still keep out the rain, but it rained so hard yesterday that I didn't mention it."

With Sun Zhigang's help, Zhou Yu reluctantly began preparing to open his stall.

However, after Zhou Yu set up his stall, although it was still drizzling, the people who came to buy noodles one after another gave Zhou Yu some comfort.

"Boss, you didn't come yesterday because of the rain, I was worried you wouldn't be setting up shop today either."

A girl who looked somewhat familiar to Zhou Yu complained to him—she was a regular customer who often came to buy noodles.

Upon hearing this, another regular customer chimed in, "Yeah! Boss, why don't you create a group chat? Next time you're off, just let us know in the group."

"I'm really sorry, but I don't want to start a group yet," Zhou Yu said.

He wouldn't even answer his own nephew's calls, let alone create a group chat for someone to harass him.

However, it would be quite troublesome if something like this happened again.

However, he immediately realized that he would only be setting up his stall for a month, and there wouldn't be many times when he wouldn't be setting up his stall, so he stopped paying attention to the customers' complaints.

There's no way around it, my cooking is just too delicious, so I can be this capricious.

"Bro, I think having a group chat is great, why don't you want to create one?"

Once the commotion subsided, He Xiaoli, who had come over for noodles that evening, secretly inquired about Zhou Yu.

When He Xiaoli returned home this week, her father did not cook for himself anymore. Instead, he bought cooked food, which surprised and delighted He Xiaoli.

This also gave He Xiaoli a glimmer of anticipation for her birthday, something Zhou Yu had mentioned.

Of course, He Xiaoli can go to KFC, McDonald's, or Haidilao to celebrate her birthday.

However, going secretly by oneself is different from having one's father personally take one there.

He Xiaoli doesn't dislike her father; it's just that the older she gets, the less she can accept his controlling nature when it comes to her diet.

Therefore, He Xiaoli is now becoming increasingly close to Zhou Yu, who has changed He Jiafu's mind.

He genuinely wanted to treat Zhou Yu like a brother, and seeing that Zhou Yu was in some trouble, he couldn't help but show concern.

"Yes, Brother Yu, your cooking is so delicious, you should create a group to promote your food," Han Yuanyuan, who was enjoying her meal, chimed in.

After Zhou Yu expressed his thoughts, He Xiaoli slapped her thigh and said, "Brother! If you just don't want to manage the group yourself, I can manage it for you!"

However, as if she had thought of something, she continued, "If I don't have time to come sometimes, Yuanyuan can help you manage it!"

"Huh?" Han Yuanyuan was a little confused when she realized that she had been brought up.

"Well, brother, it's not that I don't want to come and eat here every day, but I'm afraid I'll get tired of it someday," He Xiaoli said somewhat awkwardly.

After her experience with Ho Ka-fu, she is now traumatized by the promise of eating the same food from the same person every day.

Zhou Yu: "It's alright. You come every day, and I'm even annoyed by you. But your dad will tell you that you only started complaining about him because you ate my noodles."

He Xiaoli chuckled a few times before shaking Han Yuanyuan's hand: "So, Yuanyuan, you have to help me! Besides, don't you really like my brother's cooking? It's just a matter of helping with the announcements, and if my brother has any new dishes, could you please introduce them to me?"

Han Yuanyuan actually had no interest in management or anything like that. When she was little, her parents had tried to get her to run for class officer or something, but she regretted it after she was elected.

But when she heard He Xiaoli talk about food, she suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement about managing a food group.

Han Yuanyuan mustered her courage and said, "Then? I'll give it a try?"