Besides Chen Shuyun and the three middle-aged women she brought, there were another seven or eight strangers standing at the door.
"What's going on here..." Su Zhu wondered. Could it be they were lining up so early?
"Boss, you finally opened! We've been waiting for almost an hour. When will you start serving?"
"Yeah, I ate your Hand-pulled Noodles for lunch yesterday and felt like I couldn't eat anything else after that. After finishing work at nine last night, I rushed here, but you'd already closed. I've been thinking about it all night. As soon as I got up, I came straight here!"
"Boss, look, I even brought this big lunchbox. I'm going to eat a bowl now and pack one to take to work for lunch!"
"Hurry up, boss! My stomach's growling again!"
"Come on in, come on in, we're about to start serving!"
After ushering the customers inside and taking their orders, Su Zhu led Chen Shuyun and the three women into the kitchen to discuss salary and work requirements. All three agreed.
"Sister Zhou, Sister Wang, you both have restaurant experience and know the process. You'll be in charge of the front hall. Sister Wang, you'll work with Chen Shufen in the kitchen."
"Any objections?"
"No objections."
"Good. Everyone get to work. I'll finish cooking the customers' noodles, then we'll all have breakfast."
Just as Su Zhu finished assigning tasks, two young men walked in — the two chefs she hired yesterday. One was Zhao Bing, the other Wu Xianming. The conditions had been agreed over the phone, so they started trial work immediately.
Both were masters of Hand-pulled Noodles. Once Zhao Bing touched the dough, he made a surprised sound and exclaimed,
"Boss, your dough fermentation is absolutely perfect!"
"Wow, this texture is unmatched!"
Excited, he started stretching and pulling the dough. As his hands moved, the dough quickly turned into noodles — from thick to thin, and increasing in number...
"I'll try too!" Wu Xianming grabbed a piece of dough next to him.
After forty minutes, the two finished their second bowls of noodles. They glanced at each other, then walked over to Su Zhu, who was busy cooking noodles.
"Boss, we want to apprentice under you. We don't want a salary, just a bowl of noodles a day will do. Can we?"
"We've been making Hand-pulled Noodles for five or six years but never thought noodles could taste this good. We want to learn from you!"
"Will you take us as your apprentices? We don't want money, just noodles to eat!"
Su Zhu put down the long chopsticks and looked at them,
"You really want to learn?"
"Yes!" they said in unison.
"One year trial period. You'll get whatever salary you deserve. After a year, if I think you're good, I'll teach you how to knead the dough."
"Thank you, Master!" They bowed happily.
At 7:30, Su Zhu brought Chenchen, who was reading at home, over to eat breakfast. After finishing the noodles, Chenchen didn't go back but dove straight into playing the restaurant game at the bar counter again, clearly enjoying herself.
"Hello everyone, our noodle shop is now open. I'm Chenchen, the noodle shop manager. Welcome…"
Chenchen's sweet and adorable performance made everyone eating laugh heartily.
"Hahaha, Chenchen is too cute!"
"Yeah, this Chenchen is a natural actress. It'd be a shame if she didn't go to film school!"
"What luck to have such an adorable daughter!"
Just as Chenchen was playing manager at the bar, a black Mercedes G-Class slowly drove in from the east end of Xiangyang Road. The car exuded a strong masculine aura, but the driver was a handsome young man.
The young man had neat short hair, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. He wore an army-green T-shirt, camouflage cargo pants, and combat boots. A pair of sunglasses hung from his collar, and his every gesture showed ease and confidence.
His name was Meng Yu, from the capital , a graduate of a prestigious medical university. Meng Yu dreamed of becoming a doctor for Doctors Without Borders, going to war-torn regions in Africa to save lives. Since their work often involved battlefields and gunfire, besides medical skills, he also had to be proficient in firearms and battlefield survival.
Meng Yu was currently training with his family at a training base on the northern outskirts of Zhonghai, preparing for his mission to Africa in a month. After a night of survival training, he drove back to his downtown residence. As he turned onto Xiangyang Road, he suddenly felt hungry.
Slowing the car, he looked for a breakfast place. Suddenly, he spotted a Hand-Pulled Noodle House open on the roadside.
"One bowl of noodles?"
"You're it."
Meng Yu turned the steering wheel and parked. He jumped out of the car and walked toward the noodle shop. Although it was just after seven, there were almost no empty seats inside. He found a spot in a corner.
Just as he was about to call a waiter to order, a soft and sweet voice came from the bar.
"Big brother, hello! What would you like to eat?"
Meng Yu was stunned and then realized a little girl was sitting inside the bar. Because her head was level with the counter, he hadn't noticed her when he first entered. Just one look, and Meng Yu couldn't help but exclaim,
"Wow, such a cute little girl!"
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