nycdaug Chapter 216 This should be considered a work-related injury, right?
Chapter 216 This should be considered a work-related injury, right?
[My second brother practiced every day, and only then did his acting skills gradually improve.]
[You know, when Second Brother first started making jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), they were always rotten here and there, with bits and pieces everywhere. Even his teammates couldn't help but frown after seeing his jianbing guozi, let alone the customers.]
[But this isn't entirely my second brother's fault, since his recipes didn't include anything like jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).]
Don't you have jianbing guozi? I feel like I have a memory of it. My second brother... I think he used to make jianbing guozi?
Lu Yunjie pursed his lips and pondered, searching his memory. After a while, he remembered that it was indeed not a jianbing guozi, but a hand-pulled pancake.
But the taste was terrible, extremely unpalatable.
My second brother spent a whole night practicing making jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). The next day, when he set up his stall again, the jianbing guozi he made looked significantly better.
His teammates, seeing how appetizing it looked, thought it looked delicious and clamored for one to try. However, after the first bite, one of his teammates almost spat it out.
Everyone couldn't help but frown and ponder, just how bad could it be to make someone spit it out after only the first bite?
It's incomprehensible, really incomprehensible, I just can't understand it...
[My second brother's face turned green, but he was still so stubborn! He spent another night researching how to make jianbing guozi! The next day, he made another one for that teammate, boasting, "This one will definitely taste better!"]
Seeing how confident the second brother was, the teammate readily believed him and took another big bite, only to almost throw up again...
Lu Yunjie: Hmm... this should be considered a work injury, right? I wonder if their superiors will reimburse me? Hmm... something seems off? Their superior seems to be his second older brother...
He's telling the truth, but his second brother is quite stingy... It seems he probably won't get reimbursed.
On the third day, the second brother remained stubborn; he still planned to make a jianbing (Chinese crepe) for his teammate.
But that teammate had matured. Realizing that sharing joy is worse than enjoying it alone, he decided to ask his second brother if he could make a jianbing (Chinese crepe) for the other teammates as well. He wanted to take all the jianbing back to them so they could enjoy the "deliciousness" together.
Seeing their enthusiasm, the second brother, a passionate cook, readily agreed. The result was... everyone experienced just how terrible his cooking skills were. Some even declared they'd rather eat pig swill than eat his food!
Fortunately, after two days of research, my second brother's jianbing (Chinese crepe) improved significantly; at least it was edible, not to the point of making him want to throw up. However, it was still far from being as delicious as the really good ones.
But I think it's already very good. After all, judging by my second brother's skill level, he probably won't be able to cook anything delicious in his entire life...
My requirements for other people are: it has to taste good, and the flavor has to be strong! But my requirements for my second brother are: as long as he doesn't get a stomachache and doesn't end up in the hospital.
Lu Yunjie nodded repeatedly from the side: Brilliant!
That's right! That's what he thought too. As long as he doesn't have to go to the hospital or have his stomach pumped, everything is fine...
Lu Shiwen: !!! This is truly a case of reputation being ruined! Ningning, how can you think of your second brother like that!
He'll definitely make steamed eggs for Ningning another day! He'll let her taste just how delicious his steamed eggs are!
Back in the day, his steamed eggs were a hit with the whole family!
Just then, his jianbing guozi was ready and he was about to put it into a paper bag when someone walked up to the stall.
A deep male voice suddenly rang out: "Boss, one jianbing guozi, and some ham and chicken strips in. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Lu Shiwen remained calm, his eyes unchanged, and he casually replied, "Okay."
The next second, he started working with a shovel.
Zhao Yunlin picked up her phone to make a payment, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find the QR code, which made her feel a little strange.
Don't most food stalls print QR codes on the top or bottom of their stalls? Why didn't this stall owner print one?
"Boss, where is your QR code?"
"Here, come and scan this." Lu Shiwen took a QR code out of a bag and handed it to Zhao Yunlin: "It'll cost six yuan in total."
"Okay," Zhao Yunlin replied. "Of all the jianbing guozi I've tried, yours is the cheapest. All the jianbing guozi I bought before started at twelve yuan, some even cost fourteen or fifteen yuan. But yours is only six yuan, which is really cheap!"
While scanning the QR code with her phone, Zhao Yunlin continued, "If I didn't live so far away, I would come here every day to buy a jianbing guozi to take home and eat."
Lu Shiwen laughed and said, "My house was demolished and I have some money to fall back on, so I don't need to work. But I'm bored staying at home all day with nothing to do, so I set up a stall to sell some things. I don't care if I make money or not, I just want to be able to interact with people more and not feel so bored."
The man standing to Zhao Yunlin's left also became interested after hearing this: "Brother, how much money did you get from the demolition of your house?"
“This number.” Lu Shiwen raised his hand and held up five fingers to the man.
The man leaned forward slightly, his eyes widening in surprise: "Five million?"
Lu Shiwen seemed surprised that he could guess so accurately, but in an instant, he waved his hand and refused to admit it: "No, no, there is no such thing as five million. It's not true."
The man, however, had an air of "I've seen through it all," with a glint of greed in his eyes. He tapped his finger absently and said, "Brother, you've got a lot of money."
Zhao Yunlin was still standing there when she heard what the man said. She looked in his direction and took in the greedy look in his eyes.
Frowning, Zhao Yunlin looked over at Lu Shiwen. Could it be that she had gotten into trouble with the stall owner?
Five million is indeed a lot of money. Some people with ulterior motives might easily have some inappropriate thoughts upon hearing it.
When Lu Shiwen lowered his eyes, a glint of light flashed in them. When he looked up again, his expression returned to normal. He said modestly, "It's alright, it's alright. It's not much. It was just luck that we were caught in the demolition. If it weren't for the demolition, I wouldn't have received this much money."