Chapter 3

"Just this dish, I'll trouble uncle Mo to do it." Jiang Chan pulled at the corners of her mouth, barely showing a smile. If Uncle Mo and aunt Mo didn't know her, they wouldn't think it was a smile.

Uncle Mo smiled: "that's natural. Girl Jiang, you can say that uncle Mo has nothing else, but cooking is still good."

Aunt Mo looked at the big one and the small one and whispered there, and a smile came from the corners of her mouth. If only Jiang Chan were their daughter? If she had children with Lao Mo, she would be about the same age as Jiang Chan.

It's just a pity that Jiang Chan, a girl, has to work and study at a young age. Alas, aunt Mo sighed and help if you can.

Mo Shu and Jiang Chan said that there was a rise. They ordered six dishes, four meat and two vegetables, and took them to the construction site first for the workers to try. As for the follow-up list, Jiang Chan didn't believe that they would not be excited after tasting Mo Shu's craft.

At about 10:30 a.m., Jiang Chan rode on the electric three wheels purchased by Uncle Mo and groped to the construction site in the scorching sun. The scorching sun and glittering sweat flowed down Jiang Chan's forehead, but she didn't care at all.

Although the plan is very good, Jiang Chan is only a 14-year-old girl after all. Now whether she can make the first pot of gold depends on her next performance.

Fortunately, Jiang Chan's natural facial expression is few. Although she thinks a lot in her heart, her face is still cold and very carrying. Jiang Chan was organizing language all the way, thinking about what to say when she went to the construction site later.

At eleven o'clock, the construction site was gradually closed. On this hot day, we didn't have much appetite to eat a big pot of rice. A simple and honest young man poked the rice in the lunch box: "Alas, he chengtiandi is tired of eating these dishes every day."

A man in his forties beside him tried to swallow a stewed yellow bean: "I'd better bear it. There are no shops in the front and back of the village, not even food sellers."

"Even if there is, I can't eat it on this hot day."

"Yes, I want to eat some cold dishes at this time, which is comfortable enough."

The simple and honest young man closed the lunch box angrily: "forget it, don't eat, I really have no appetite."

Lao he kindly advised him, "you'd better eat a little, or you won't have the strength to work in the afternoon."

"Alas, it's getting hotter and hotter."

Jiang Chan arrived at the construction site when everyone said something to me. At noon, there was no person in charge on the construction site. She saw more than a dozen people sitting together in the shade on one side, looking at them with sad faces and unable to eat.

Jiang Chan encouraged herself, touched the jade cicada on her chest, and drove the tricycle to the place where these people sat.

The dispirited simple and honest boy suddenly sucked his nose and looked around. His eyes completely stopped when he saw Jiang Chan.

Looking at Jiang Chan's sight, he suddenly got up, opened his long legs and ran to Jiang Chan's tricycle. His eyes were green and looked like a wolf saw meat.

Also stopped in front of Jiang Chan's tricycle and sniffed: "little girl, what delicious food did you bring?"

It's good to have someone ask. Jiang Chan opened the dishes she brought. They were well packed in large pots and exuded steaming heat.

"I... I'm from a small restaurant near here," said Jiang Chan more and more fluently in the front sentence. "Our restaurant has new fast food. I want to come to the construction site to see if you have any demand."

The simple and honest man didn't care what Jiang Chan said. He stared at the meals brought by Jiang Chan. Suddenly, he shouted to the crowd over there, "there's a meal. Do you want to eat?"

As soon as he shouted at this voice, the ten or so people immediately surrounded him. Look at the meals brought by Jiang Chan. They look really good.

"Little girl, how much is one? Give me one first?" the honest man looked at the saliva and wanted to eat it, especially when he saw the pot of cucumber.

Driven by the simple and honest man, the meals brought by Jiang Chan were all wrapped in less than 20 minutes, not to mention the man called and called more than 30 people.

When Jiang Chan returned, he carried money in his pocket, plus an order for 50 local dinners. Calculating how much money she could earn from the meal, Jiang Chan went back to Uncle Mo's restaurant with satisfaction.

Uncle Mo and aunt mo were busy. There were many guests in the store. Jiang Chan put down her bag and went into the kitchen. It was not until a little more that Jiang Chan stopped.

Aunt Mo wiped the table: "little cicada, it's lunch."

Uncle Mo Langsheng laughed: "girl, how was the harvest?"

Ginger cicada pulled at the corner of her mouth: "they've all been sold, and there's still 50 copies in the evening."

Aunt Mo opened her eyes slightly and smiled happily: "that's good. Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Jiang Chan was calm: "you were busy at that time."

Uncle Mo is also happy, not only because he makes money, but also because he can help Jiang Chan. They all know Jiang Chan very well. If they tell Jiang Chan directly to help her study, according to the girl's self-esteem, she will never accept it.

Now Jiang Chan has found a way. They can still make money. In a word, they don't lose.

"Well, I'll go with you in the evening and decide with others how many boxed meals to send every day in the future." aunt Mo works neatly and can talk.

With aunt Mo's company, the fast food list on the construction site can be easily determined. Jiang Chan needs to send 100 fast food to the construction site every day, and the meal expenses are settled every day.

When the list was settled, aunt Mo neatly stuffed two hundred to Jiang Chan: "this is your salary today."

Jiang Chan refused: "too much."

Aunt Mo raised her eyebrows and said, "here you are. In the future, you have to run to the construction site every day. It's very hard. It's hard money."

Jiang Chan was helpless. She just thought that uncle Mo and aunt Mo would take care of her so much. She must repay them in the future.

When she went back, aunt Mo packed several meals for her: "go back slowly, pay attention to safety, and tell me when it's time."

Two large plastic bags hung on the faucet of Jiang Chan's car, and the 28 bars staggered forward. The cold ground pressed against a raised stone, and Jiang Chan's center of gravity was unstable and immediately fell down.

Summer clothes are very thin. Jiang Chan's elbows and knees are all skinned and burning. If someone was a little more delicate, he would have cried. Jiang Chan just wiped her face, looked at the food and didn't spill it, picked up the car and went on.