"Brother, no need, it’s just a bit busy at noon, I can handle it. Once the store’s business really picks up, it won’t be too late to hire soone. Besides, aren’t you about to have a holiday?" So of the patients or their families at the hospital bring als out in tiffins.
Even the doctors and nurses at the hospital occasionally opt not to eat in the canteen, choosing instead to run out for a better al. In hot weather, most don’t want to eat outside; the hospital has fans, so they all buy als in tiffins and return to eat.
"Now that it’s hot, not many eat outside; most eat in the canteen. Although we’ve had more custors these days, they’re mostly coming for the special dishes. The hospital canteen’s lunch too is fifty cents each, with two vegetables and one at. However, the taste isn’t as good as ours," Liang Hongi said to her son as she ate, having picked up so business skills from her daughter.
"Brother, don’t worry. If it gets too busy, Mom and I won’t try to save those few pennies," Lin Wan quickly interrupted as her brother was about to speak.
In the afternoon, things were relatively straightforward. After cooking several types of porridge, today’s porridge was made a bit more than usual. Liang Hongi was able to take advantage of this gap to rest for a while.
Lin Yinghui took a few sheets of white paper and wrote more copies of his sister’s promotional flyers, then ran off to the hospital’s inpatient departnt.
Lin Wan didn’t pay much attention to Lin Yinghui, and went about washing the cucumbers bought in the morning, slicing them into strips, making a bowl of cold cucumber salad, and placed it beside the high stool at the front desk, with several small plates next to it.
After finishing, Lin Wan saw her mom was still resting in the storage room, decided not to wake her, checked the porridge in the kitchen, sat down on the floor, and gently fanned her mom.
The storage room was small, filled with scattered vegetables and odds and ends. Liang Hongi had brought an old mat from ho, laying it down for a bit of rest at that mont.
"Little sis, I just ran around the inpatient departnt, and there are over a dozen people ordering porridge, and two ordered casserole," Lin Yinghui returned joyfully in no ti, holding a net bag filled to the brim with tiffins, not minding his sweaty head, pulling Lin Wan over.
"Really?" Lin Wan stopped her fanning hurriedly, her voice sowhat loud, waking Liang Hongi sleeping on the ground.
Lin Yinghui nodded, "However, they request to deliver the food to them. Look, I’ve brought back the tiffins."
"Deliver it then, it’s no big deal. Later on, as things developed, the takeout industry beca a huge hit."
It’s not free, just a couple of cents more expensive, yet they’re willing to pay.
At al ti, Lin Wan and Liang Hongi followed Lin Yinghui’s notes for al pairing.
Luckily, the brother was smart, not forgetting to note the style of each tiffin. Otherwise, mistakes would definitely happen.
A total of thirteen portions, carrying the filled tiffins was no easy task.
Liang Hongi took the leftover foam boxes from the storage room, scrubbed them inside and out, though so stains couldn’t be removed, they had to suffice for now.
"Today’s special, we’ll see where they sell them another day and buy two for backup."
"Mom, you first prepare the two ordered casseroles, little sis and I will go deliver first."
"Okay, be careful, you two."
Lin Wan and Lin Yinghui carefully lifted the foam boxes and went to the inpatient departnt, delivering each portion according to the addresses noted.
As for the cold dishes, Lin Wan purposely used two casseroles to contain them.
While delivering the als, they also provided so cold dishes to them.
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