"Life is like a cup of tea, it will not be bitter for a lifetime, but it will always be bitter for a while. "In the old street of Wutong Town, which is filled with the fragrance of acacia flowers, if you listen carefully, you can always capture such an earthy philosophy.
Yang Shuhui, an old resident of Wutong Town, is fifty years old and has a popular small restaurant. What this chubby uncle always likes to talk about is the seemingly unpretentious words, but it is also his portrayal of life.
Lao Yang, why has the price of your roast chicken risen again today? Lao Wang, a regular customer, asked dissatisfiedly while chewing on the chicken legs.
Ouch, Uncle Wang, you also know that now the price of everything is rising, and I can't help it. Yang Shuhui explained with a smile while wiping the table.
The restaurant is full of smoke and all kinds of people chatting, which is the most vivid picture in the town of Wutong. But behind this bustling small restaurant, Yang Shuhui's family life has an unknown bitterness.
His wife, Li Hongmei, is a middle school Chinese teacher in the village, who is quiet and introverted, in stark contrast to Yang Shuhui's bold personality. The sweetness after marriage has long been consumed by the trivialities of day after day, and the relationship between the two has become more and more delicate.
Shuhui, let me tell you, our daughter's tuition has to be made up again, isn't it...It's going to be handed over soon. Li Hongmei said worriedly, holding a bunch of bills in her hand.
I know this, so I'm going to figure it out. Yang Shuhui's brows were tightly knit, and his heart was anxious.
Daughter Yang Qianqian is the pride of the family, with excellent grades, and is preparing to take the university entrance exam. But the high tuition fee has become Yang Shuhui's biggest heart problem this month.
And before this heart disease has subsided, another bigger trouble has come knocking on the door. The newly opened fast-food restaurant opposite the restaurant is so hot that it almost attracts Yang Shuhui's old customers.
Dad, we have to think of a way, we can't just watch our business being robbed! "My son Yang Qiang, a college student with an impatient personality, went home to help during the holidays, but he also added to the problems in the family.
Yang Shuhui looked at the empty tables in the restaurant, and his heart was mixed. He knew that if he lost this battle, so many years of hard work would be in vain. But he also knows that life will never be smooth sailing, just like his favorite tea theory, when it is bitter and astringent, there will always be a sweet time. What he needs is to survive this most difficult period.
Yang Shuhui decided to hold a family meeting, took his wife Li Hongmei and son Yang Qiang, and the family of three sat around the small table in the back kitchen.
Dad, do we have to have some new tricks, such as what to buy one get one free? Yang Qiang proposed, with a childish face, he also carried the marketing concept he learned in college.
Li Hongmei glanced at her son: "Your idea won't work, if you send too much, we will have to drink the northwest wind ourselves." ”
Yang Shuhui sighed: "It's not that I poured cold water on you, your mother is right." We've got to find a long-term solution. ”
At this moment, the oldest waitress in the small restaurant, Granny Ah Fen, walked in, she was a well-informed old man, looked at their family's sad face, and said with a smile: "Boss, what are you plotting here?" ”
Granny Ah Fen, the business of fast food restaurants is so good now that we can't support it anymore. Yang Shuhui said helplessly.
What's so hard about this, Lao Yang, have you forgotten your own craft? Granny Ah Fen's eyes lit up, "Your signature dish 'Shuhui Secret Roast Chicken' is famous far and wide, we can hold a tasting meeting, so that old customers can bring new customers to experience the real taste of hometown." ”
Yang Shuhui's eyes lit up, and Li Hongmei and Yang Qiang also showed knowing smiles. They knew that this might be the silver lining they needed.
In the following days, Yang Shuhui's family began to get busy. Yang Qiang was in charge of publicity, put up posters everywhere, and launched a small social ** activity on the Internet; Li Hongmei is responsible for contacting old customers and mobilizing them to bring their relatives and friends to the tasting; Yang Shuhui himself prepares the ingredients day and night, and he has to make sure that each roast chicken is perfectly presented.
On the day of the tasting, Yang Shuhui got up early. Before it was quite dawn, he was already busy. He watched the golden roast chickens come out of his hands, and his heart was full of anticipation.
Under the sky of Wutong Town, a crowd slowly gathered. Lao Wang, Granny Ah Fen and many familiar faces were among them, and they were waiting with curiosity and antiquation to taste the legendary "Shuhui Secret Roast Chicken".
Just when Yang Shuhui was busy, his mobile phone rang, it was his daughter Yang Qianqian's **. At the other end, his daughter excitedly told him that she had been admitted to the ideal university. At this moment, tears welled up in Yang Shuhui's eyes, and he deeply knew that this small restaurant carried not only business, but also the hopes and dreams of his whole family.
As the atmosphere of the tasting gradually warmed up, the whole street was enveloped in the aroma of roast chicken. People sit around a small table at Yang Shuhui's restaurant, nibbling on chicken legs, all with satisfied smiles on their faces. Lao Wang first opened his mouth: "Lao Yang, I have to say, your roast chicken is still the same, no matter what new things you have, it still tastes authentic!" ”
Mother-in-law Ah Fen on the side also answered: "Uncle Wang is right, these days, it is getting more and more difficult to eat the hometown taste of our Wutong Town." As soon as he finished speaking, a round of applause rang out in the restaurant.
Yang Shuhui stood quietly to the side, looking at everything in front of him, the pride and gratitude in his heart were beyond words. He knew that without the support of every customer, his restaurant would not be where it is today. Just as he was deep in thought, his wife, Li Hongmei, walked up to him and whispered, "Look at you, this is your credit." ”
Suddenly, a lady with an unfamiliar face stood up and interrupted their conversation: "Boss, I'm the proprietress of the fast food restaurant opposite. Today, I came to try your signature dish, I really didn't expect it, it reminds me of my mother's cooking when I was a child. Let's all forget what it means to be home. Hearing this, the corners of Yang Shuhui's eyes moistened slightly.
Yang Qiang and a group of young people were discussing in the corner: "Dad, I said that we can also open a chain store or something in the future to sell this roast chicken further." ”
Li Hongmei smiled and waved her hand: "Don't think so much about it first, let's take it one step at a time." The most important thing now is that our restaurants can be sustained. ”
And on this warm night, they didn't notice that outside Yang Shuhui's small restaurant, more diners gathered, and they were attracted by the atmosphere and deliciousness here, and walked in one after another. Whether it's a fast food restaurant or a small restaurant, the people of Sycamore Town know that food is not high or low, and it has the power to connect people's hearts.
Just as the tasting was about to end, Yang Shuhui stood up and said to all the customers: "Thank you for your support today, our small restaurant will continue to insist on providing the most authentic taste of Wutong Town in the future." Today, it is not only our victory, but also our common memory. ”
That night, Yang Shuhui's small restaurant did not close until late at night, and the people reluctantly left, knowing that it was not only a delicious roast chicken, but also a reassuring taste of home. And Yang Shuhui and his family, from this day, have strengthened their belief: no matter the wind and rain, as long as there is a home in their hearts, they are a warm harbor.