I Open a Restaurant in another World

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Cold Noodles

After lunch, Zhang Beiting took a short nap as usual.

While he was resting, Song Yanqing quietly went to the kitchen and started kneading the dough.

Five pounds of flour is not too much, but not too little either. The noodles need to be kneaded hard, and it is not easy to knead without strength.

He did the work, so Zhang Beiting didn't have to do it.

The summer afternoon was extremely hot, and even the cicadas seemed to have lost their vitality and stopped chirping.

Zhang Beiting was awakened by the heat after sleeping for only a while.

He looked around the main room and didn't see Song Yanqing.

The door of the room where Song Yanqing slept on the left was open, and no one was inside.

He thought of something, poured a glass of cold water, took a fan, and found someone in the kitchen.

"Why don't you wait for me?" Zhang Beiting fanned Song Yanqing, whose face was full of sweat.

Song Yanqing had already kneaded the dough, and the dough in the basin was smooth and beautiful.

He washed his hands and smiled, "I can't sleep, so I'll knead the dough first."

Zhang Beiting discovered these days that Song Yanqing was particularly insecure, probably because of his upbringing.

The most direct manifestation is that he wants to do all the housework.

Every morning, when he got up, he was still practicing Ba Duan Jin, and Song Yanqing cleaned the house inside and out, and then made breakfast, boiled water for the two of them to drink and for making ice jelly.

Cooking, washing dishes, washing clothes, nothing is left out.

Zhang Beiting sighed in his heart. He could only take it slowly because he had no sense of security.

Before that, if working can make Song Yanqing feel more secure, let him do it, anyway, the housework is not too heavy.

Zhang Beiting handed over the cold water in his hand and said, "When you roll the noodles later, move the chopping board to the entrance of the main hall. It's cooler there."

Song Yanqing took it and drank a big sip, then nodded obediently, "Okay."

"I fried the snails." Zhang Beiting said.

A few days ago, Shitou and his mother sent snails as an apology. Zhang Beiting was afraid that they would not be enough to eat, so he bought a few more pounds later. He raised them together for a few days. The mud and sand have been spit out. Now they are fried. Soak them in the soup for a while to make them taste good. You can eat them when you come back in the evening.

When setting up the stall, Zhang Beiting specially filled a bowl with it.

"Is this for the He family?" Song Yanqing asked.

Zhang Beiting said, "The He family will be sent to them when we come back to close the stall in the evening. This is for the shopkeeper Qian."

Song Yanqing quickly found a corner in the bucket for bowls and spoons and put them away.

Today, there are more cold noodles to sell, so Zhang Beiting rented an extra table from the inn.

The stall was set up, and the first person in line was the familiar Qian Liangcai.

"Why is Shopkeeper Qian so early today?" Zhang Beiting asked with a smile.

Although Qian Liangcai loves to eat, he is fat and afraid of heat. After figuring out the approximate time when Zhang Beiting opens and closes the stall every day, he no longer rushes to come early.