Amid Wu Daguang's out-of-tune singing, he returned home...

When he got home, Wu Daguang went to the village next door to collect loose flour, which looked like dozens of kilograms, and all of them were made into buns.

After boiling the broth in the afternoon, steaming the buns in the evening.

The first royal diner must be apricot blossoms, but the things that apricot blossoms make to my father are not anything but delicious.

Yes, I can count the number of times I have eaten meat from childhood to adulthood. When faced with so many meat, I don’t add oil and salt, which is delicious.

After one night, Wu Daguang continued to set up a stall in the market. At ten o'clock, he went to the market early and went to the gate of the iron factory.

The first day of the meal delivered by the iron factory...

On the first day, the workers were used to bringing their own meals, and the workers passing by occasionally took a look.

When he was just a first-timer, Wu Daguang expected that there were not many workers to buy food, but he did not have the expectation that even a worker who came to buy food did not have.

It's deserted, it's too deserted.

Even so, Wu Daguang still caught fire and heated Dagu Tang again.

As the big bone soup boiled, the fragrance flowed around the stall, step by step, breaking through the taste buds that smelled it.

The big bone soup really attracted the attention of the workers who were hiding together, but only noticed that compared with the leaves of vegetable leaves without a little meat star in their bowl, the big bone soup is indeed tempting, and the money in the pocket is not allowed to open their mouths and ask for the price.

Wu Daguang put the boiled bone soup aside, put another big pot specially brought on the stove, ran into the factory to pick up half a pot of water, and put it on the steaming partition.

The big spoon hit the side of the pot and made a move, raising his voice and shouting: "It's free hot meal."

With a shout, the workers who were picking up cold rice stopped their chopsticks, looked at Wu Daguang's unwelcome stall, and looked at each other's workers.

"Free hot meal? No money?" asked the worker squatting on the ground to eat in the factory.

"That's right, it's just a free hot meal." Wu Daguang responded readily.

The talking worker stood up, took his own iron rice jar and walked out of the factory with a skeptical look, came to Wu Daguang's stall, and delivered his own iron rice jar.

"Then you give me a warmth." The tone and eyes showed full of disbelief.

Wu Daguang smiled, took the rice jar delivered, put it into the pot, and shouted to the factory: "Is there anyone else who wants to warm up the rice?"

Some of the other workers in the factory wanted to see the situation, and some came out.

“Give me heat.”

"Give me a warmth."

A pot of two or three layers was stacked, with about twenty iron rice jars. They covered the lid of the big pot and added more firewood under the stove. In the summer, Wu Daguang was sweating profusely.

In less than ten minutes, Wu Daguang uncovered the lid of the pot and without waiting for hello, the workers didn't bother to take their rice jar back.

After one wave of heat, the second wave came to squeeze.

It took an hour and a half to complete the hot and cold rice. The workers who finished the meal in the early stage were really embarrassed that Wu Daguangbai helped and took the initiative to help. When the pot was at most, they squeezed more than 30 rice jars. Wu Daguang was glad that he brought a pot.

After the workers had dinner, it took only two hours, and Wu Daguang asked the workers to get bone soup for free.

The workers had three hours of lunch break and spent two hours eating. The workers who had eaten were lying on the spot in the shade to rest. During this period, Wu Daguang also became familiar with the workers.

"Brother, you will be unable to die if you do this." Finally, someone felt that Wu Daguang was stupid and asked.

"What's the point of losing this? I'll go to the market in the morning and come here to warm up your food. There's only a few firewood. There are not many firewood in rural areas." Wu Daguang said.

"I think you are honest and have a solid foundation. You can't sell food here. We are not rich people and can't stand buying food every day." Another worker persuaded.

"You didn't ask me the price, but how could you know I couldn't stand it? My price was fair. One dollar, four buns, a bowl of big bone soup, and labor was full. If you calculate it monthly, it would be cheaper. It should be 30 yuan a month. If you pay it together, you will charge twenty-eight yuan and buy some meat for your family to eat." Wu Daguang revealed the price.

"You're too expensive, you'll have twenty-eight in a month."

"Brother, you can't say that. You can give four buns one dollar, and only three at the market. The small one is not enough for you to stuff your teeth. My buns are all big buns, and there are meat stars in it, plus dishes, and a free bowl of soup. You can cook at home and have to spend 70 cents a day." Wu Daguang calculated the bill.

"You can talk, but you eat buns every day and it's disgusting."

"Look at what you said, how can you eat buns, dumplings, noodles, and pancakes every day? You can ensure that you don't have to increase the price when you have enough food." Wu Daguang said.

The worker who first asked Wu Daguang to warm up the rice asked other workers: "Who wants to eat buns? Let's make up a dollar and try his buns. You can't let the rice warm up, and it's a waste of time."

At first, some people gathered money, got one dollar, bought four buns, and shared them with them.

The buns are mainly filled with vegetarian fillings, mixed with tiny meat stars. They bite them and wrapped in them with soup. Although there is very little meat, the soup is full of meat fragrance, which makes people who have been eating vegetarian dishes for a long time satisfy their cravings.

"You can't say that the buns are much better than the ones sold at the market. What kind of stuff do you put in here? Let my wife try it when you go back." The buns received the first positive review.

"There is also the aroma of meat. I'll give you 50 cents. You can give me two and go back to satisfy my cravings."

"I can do it. Did you work as a chef before?" someone asked.

Wu Daguang's mouth raised slightly: "This is an exclusive secret recipe, it's not a story. After eating buns, the taste is better than the food made by your wife."

"No, no."

Can you be dependent? For the 1996 years when food is lacking, it is mostly about eating. Such buns are delicious food in 1996. In the future, past customers may not even look at them. It is not that the buns are bad, but that people are picky in their tastes.

"You can give me two too." Some workers couldn't help but buy two to taste when they see others eating. If it tastes delicious, they took them home for their children to taste. Anyway, the price is not expensive.

In this way, two workers came, and two workers came, and a pot of buns was found.

Before leaving, some workers asked if they would come tomorrow. Of course, Wu Daguang said that as long as money opens the way, nothing can stop it.

Wu Daguang asked about the situation of the old man. People need to know many people in their life. Some people have only one side of fate with you. Just like the old man, his hometown is not local. After a hurry yesterday, he is destined not to see you again.

With a little disappointment, he kept talking about the workers going to work. Then Wu Daguang pulled Xinghua home.

As soon as he got home, Wu Daguang sat cross-legged on the kang, counting 150 cents of cash tickets, and the money he earned at the market was as much as fifty yuan.

Apart from the cost of about ten yuan, it is not impossible to make a profit of about forty yuan and pay off the debt in a month.
Chapter completed!