txolops Chapter 92 The Promise of the Big Windmill
Chapter 92 The Promise of the Big Windmill
In front of the folded small square table.
Su Qingxue put down her disposable chopsticks, picked up the small bowl next to her, and drank the last bit of clear soup at the bottom of the bowl.
She ate the meal cleanly, leaving nothing behind, not even the fried rice, side dishes, or soup.
For Su Qingxue, who suffers from anorexia, this is an extremely rare case.
The feeling of fullness and warmth in my stomach was completely relieved, without any lingering pain.
Su Qingxue took out a tissue and wiped her mouth.
"Pretty auntie, you ate it all!"
Tangtang, who had been sitting quietly beside her watching, saw the empty plates and bowls and her big eyes sparkled with happiness.
The little girl knew that the greatest compliment to her father was for the guests to finish all the food he had cooked.
"Yes, we ate it all."
Su Qingxue looked at Tangtang and said, "It's because Tangtang's dad's fried rice is delicious, and the radishes Tangtang washed are especially crisp."
"hey-hey!"
Tangtang was a little embarrassed by the praise and clutched the hem of her clothes with her little hand.
Then, she took a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to Su Qingxue, "Pretty auntie, wipe your hands."
"Thank you, Tangtang."
Su Qingxue took the tissue and wiped her fingers.
Then, she stood up and gently smoothed out the slight wrinkles in her sun-protective jacket that had gotten a little creased from sitting down.
She bent down and pushed the brown paper bag containing picture books and paintbrushes into Tangtang's arms.
"It's getting late. Auntie has finished eating and should go home to rest."
Su Qingxue said.
"Is Auntie leaving?"
Tangtang, clutching the brown paper bag, stood up from her little stool, looked up at her with a hint of reluctance in her big eyes.
"Yeah, I have to go to work tomorrow."
Su Qingxue reached out and gently straightened the little girl's collar. "When Tangtang gets home, remember to draw a big windmill with your new paintbrush."
"I've got it!"
Tangtang nodded vigorously, "Once I finish drawing it, I'll give the windmill to the pretty auntie next time she comes over for fried rice!"
"Okay, Auntie will remember. I'll come pick it up next time."
Su Qingxue smiled slightly and straightened up.
She turned her head and looked at Lin Chen and Wang Hai, who were busy not far away.
Just then, Lin Chen finished dividing the three portions of freshly cooked fried rice into plates.
Su Qingxue walked to the tricycle.
"Boss Lin."
Su Qingxue spoke up.
Hearing the sound, Lin Chen put down the iron spoon in his hand and turned around.
"Have you finished eating?"
Lin Chen asked.
"Mmm, I'm done eating."
Su Qingxue nodded, "Your skills are as good as ever."
The chilled radish I added today really helped cut through the richness.
"It's hot and humid in the summer, so I just make some refreshing side dishes to go with it."
Lin Chen responded.
"Then I'll head back now."
Su Qingxue looked at him but didn't exchange any more pleasantries.
"Mr. Su, are you leaving already?"
Hearing the commotion, Wang Hai, who was serving dishes nearby, quickly looked up and greeted them, "I apologize for making you sit outside and eat like everyone else today."
Next time you come, I'll reserve the shadiest spot for you!
"No need for trouble, just queue up like everyone else. The food tastes even better when you sit outside and eat freshly cooked food."
Su Qingxue nodded slightly to Wang Hai.
"Alright! Mr. Su, please take care on your journey!"
Wang Hai waved enthusiastically.
"Goodbye, Mr. Lin."
Su Qingxue looked at Lin Chen again.
Take care.
Lin Chen nodded slightly.
"Goodbye, pretty auntie!"
Tangtang stood beside Lin Chen's legs, holding a brown paper bag, waving her free little hand.
Goodbye, Candy.
Su Qingxue waved to the little girl, then turned around and walked along the edge of the square towards the underground parking lot of Yintai Building.
A breeze blew in the early summer evening.
After leaving the stall, her figure gradually blended into the hurried crowd of people leaving work, regaining her aloof and distant demeanor.
Tangtang only stopped waving her little hand after Su Qingxue's figure disappeared.
The little girl looked down at the brown paper bag in her arms, put it back next to her own little stool like a treasure, and then picked up the bag containing a disposable spoon and tissues again.
"Daddy, I'm going to go hand out the spoons now!"
Tangtang said with great enthusiasm.
"Go ahead, watch your step, don't bump into anyone."
Lin Chen gave a word of advice.
Even after Su Qingxue left, the busyness at Boss Lin's fried rice stall did not stop at all.
The battle during the evening rush hour has only just begun to reach its most intense phase.
"Brother Wang Hai, that table is now empty, right?"
"Hurry up, let's eat here!"
The two young men at the front of the line couldn't wait to shout as they looked at the folding table that Su Qingxue had vacated.
"Here it comes!"
Wang Hai ran over with a clean, damp rag in his hand.
He took away the empty lunchbox and bowl that Su Qingxue had used, then wiped the folding table twice with a rag, and only straightened up after confirming that there were no oil stains.
"Please have a seat, gentlemen! Your food will be served shortly!"
Wang Hai greeted them.
The two young men immediately plopped down on the small stools, their faces full of anticipation.
Wang Hai turned around, walked quickly back to the tricycle, and picked up the payment QR code sign hanging around his neck.
"Next! How many servings? To eat here or to go?"
"Two portions, eat them both here!"
"I scanned the QR code with WeChat, it's 198, right?"
The customer paid.
"Yes! One hundred and ninety-eight, received!"
Next!
The sounds of ordering and electronic notifications of payment receipts began to intertwine continuously.
Lin Chen stood in front of the stove, his expression focused and calm.
For him, Su Qingxue's arrival and departure were just a minor incident during his evening cooking session, and did not disrupt his cooking rhythm.
Under the stove, blue flames continued to roar.
"Two portions to go, two portions to eat here."
Lin Chen said.
In less than two minutes, four servings of fried rice were quickly cooked and evenly distributed into disposable lunch boxes.
"Okay, Brother Chen!"
Wang Hai immediately stepped forward.
He first handed two containers full of fried rice to the two young men who had just sat down, and then quickly covered the other two takeout fried rice containers.
Then, Wang Hai walked to the large stainless steel barrel placed in the shade next to him.
He unscrewed the lid, used a slotted spoon to scoop out two plates of chilled radishes and handed them to the guests at the table. Then he took out two small, transparent, sealed round boxes, filled them with radish chunks, tightened the lids, and placed them together with the takeout fried rice.
"Your two servings of fried rice, soup, and chilled radish are all included. Take them and go!"
Wang Hai handed the bag to the customers in line.
"Thank you, boss!"
The guests left, carrying their bags, completely satisfied.
"Uncle, here are your spoons!"
Tangtang, carrying a small plastic basket, walked over to the two young men who were eating and handed them their utensils.
"Thank you, Tangtang!"
The entire stall operated smoothly, like a precisely meshing gear machine.
Lin Chen was in charge of controlling the heat and quality, Wang Hai was in charge of cashiering, packaging and distributing side dishes, while the well-behaved Tangtang was like a hardworking little bee, responsible for handing spoons and napkins to the dine-in customers.
As the early summer night gradually falls, the streetlights in the square light up one by one.
The queue next to the flower bed not only did not decrease, but instead grew longer and longer.
Lin Chen didn't stop; he started the fire again and poured in the oil.
The firelight illuminated his face.