roccoschili Chapter 36 There are villains
Chapter 36 There are villains
More than thirty bags of fine flour, each weighing over 100 pounds, were placed at the entrance of the noodle shop. The customers had all finished their last bite and stood outside to watch the spectacle.
"Boss, all thirty bags of flour are here. Would you like to go to the warehouse to take a look?"
If you're still worried, I'll bring the eggs out again.
Fan Qiusheng, sweating profusely, shook the towel off his shoulder outside the door and took a big gulp of tea.
The young employee was surprised that this guy would bring a bag of flour to the door. Could it be that this place really has absolutely no problems?
If I had just looked at them one by one in the warehouse, I might have been able to afford to go to a dance hall tonight.
But now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and get checked.
The diners at the door didn't come in; they only heard from others that the two men were there to inspect the food safety of the noodle shop.
Most importantly, the problem should have been identified!
"That can't be right. I've been eating at Boss Zhang's for seven or eight years, which is about the same amount of time I've been laid off."
If there had been a problem, I would have noticed it long ago.
"How can that be the same? With your physique, you wouldn't even notice if you ate gutter oil. I've heard that the Second Hospital has treated several patients with chronic food poisoning."
They're all long-time neighbors from the neighborhood. If it's not a problem with the noodle shop across the street, could it be a problem with Hongmei Fast Food?
That company changes their oil every day, and the price isn't this low; they must use high-quality products!
A few shifty-eyed guys kept weaving through the crowd, seemingly preparing to expose the darkest corner of the noodle shop to everyone.
But most of the diners present were longtime customers who had come here for years and considered it their own canteen.
The trademark on the noodle bag was recognized by the former station loader; it was not cheap Xijiang noodles, and even they themselves would not be willing to buy it.
"Go ahead and check it yourself. If there are no problems, you can move it back yourself."
Qin Ye had already sat down to the side, given the shopkeeper 50 cents, and took out a bottle of soda from the refrigerator.
He was truly speechless and didn't even dare to look Zhang Yuanchao in the eye.
But this young man was already full of energy. He hadn't looked carefully enough before, but now that he had something on him, he was going to investigate thoroughly!
He stood on the small sofa without taking off his shoes, leaving white footprints on the leather.
The top bag of flour was produced in March of this year, and considering railway transportation, it should arrive in Jinchuan City at the beginning of this month.
Unable to discern anything from the exterior, he simply took out the key and prepared to make a small incision with the small knife attached to it.
"I'm warning you, the stitching on all of these is original. If we take them all apart, we won't be able to use them all in a few days."
"But we need to check for problems!"
"What if there are no problems?"
One sentence left him speechless. Fan Qiusheng had only said it casually, but with all the guests watching at the door, it naturally added a lot of pressure to him.
The knife in my hand trembled slightly. The bag in front of me emitted a strong aroma of flour; if it were moldy, it would have been pungent by now.
Qin Ye, who was sitting in the back, also finished his soda. Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, he had to come out and do something.
"Do you have any expired ones?"
"Brother Qin, you can't tell unless you open it!"
"I'm asking you, do you have any expired ones?"
The young man standing on the chair blushed instantly, and the sense of security he initially felt from having someone to rely on vanished in an instant.
His head drooped involuntarily, and his voice was weak and feeble.
"No..."
"Go ahead and move it back yourself. Don't disrupt their normal business operations."
The guests outside the door nodded to each other as they watched the inspector pick up the sack of flour and walk towards the back.
Over the years, reputation has been built up slowly and steadily.
However, some of them gradually turned pale.
"Dongzi, what should we do?"
"Let's go. The matter is done. Whether it succeeds or not is not our concern."
"The money definitely needs to be in our hands, otherwise we'll have to go back to our old ways tomorrow."
After saying that, the two walked in the opposite direction, unaware that Zhang Yuanchao, who had just come out to keep watch, was squatting behind them.
The flour bags inside the house had been almost all moved away, and Fan Qiusheng was certainly not the kind of person who would have the heart to kick someone when they're down.
He draped the towel back over his shoulder and helped continue carrying things, hoping to finish sooner so he could take a nap earlier.
"I'm sorry, boss, I've interrupted your business."
"It's nothing, you two are just concerned about food safety on the street."
When these words reached the warehouse door, the young man covered his face in shame, but Fan Qiusheng behind him still urged him to get back to work.
The inspection certificate is already on the table, and the names of the two procuratorates have been signed. All that's needed is for Zhang Yuanchao, the legal representative, to sign it as well.
"You two have worked hard. How about we have a bowl of noodles? It's on me."
After handing the examination form back, Qin Ye tore off the receipt and prepared to leave.
"No, no, I ate in the cafeteria before coming."
Are you done moving? Hurry up!
"Brother Qin is here!"
The last bag of flour was neatly placed in the warehouse. Under Fan Qiusheng's watchful eye, the guy also tucked his tail between his legs and ran out the door, leaving only scattered bits of flour on the ground in the noodle shop.
Normally, this kind of cleaning work is done by the master and apprentice together.
But today, Zhang Yuanchao sat in his chair with a serious expression, forgetting to even drink the tea in his cup.
"Master, I sense something's fishy. Anyone should know that noodle shops shouldn't use stale noodles, right?"
"That's hard to say, after all, some people have never cooked before."
The main problem is that those two, the red-coat and white-coat actors, are too iconic; that guy surnamed Qin always seems to have something going on.
"Huh? Master, how did you figure that out?"
After taking a sip of tea, Zhang Yuanchao spat the tea leaves back into the cup.
"intuition."
"Then you might as well say that it was instigated by bad guys."
"Hey, you never know!"
On National Day in 07, the Face to Face noodle shop installed a new color TV, which was many times thinner than the old CRT TV.
For the next month, patients waiting for their test results would come to this restaurant for a bowl of noodles. Seeing Xu Sanduo struggling with his stomach, they even had the strength to eat noodles.
It's unclear whether Zhang Yuanchao was stricter with Zhang Cheng in this life than in the previous one, but Zhang Cheng, who was supposed to go to work after the college entrance examination, actually studied law at a university in Jinchuan.
He started dating someone and doesn't come home often, so Zhang Yuanchao has a lot more peace and quiet now.
"Master, the phone!"
"They're here!"
The TV was showing an exciting scene, and Zhang Yuanchao kept turning back to look at it, even pulling the telephone cord all the way to the end so he could stand in front of the TV.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Uncle Zhang, it's me, Weimin!"
It's that kid from the grain and oil shop. His dad retired a long time ago, but he still has the same osteoarthritis as before.
"Get to the point, I'm watching TV!"
"My father is going to Shengjing for surgery in the next couple of days. Do you have enough flour and oil to last him for a few days?"
I'll be back in a week!
"That's enough, that's enough. Tell your dad to take care of his health."
After putting the landline back in its place, Zhang Yuanchao sat back down on the sofa. He had never been so free to watch TV in his previous life.
In this life, Qiu Sheng can handle most of the work in the kitchen, which makes him much more relaxed.
About twenty minutes later, the TV screen crackled to life, and the diners sitting on the sofa realized that the noodles in their bowls had all clumped together. They had no choice but to finish their food and prepare to leave.
Zhang Yuanchao also took off his apron, rolled it up, and put it under his head in preparation for sleeping.
But Fan Qiusheng walked over carrying an oil drum, the tin drum rattling as he walked.
"Master, we're out of oil. Did you tell Weimin to send over a few barrels of oil?"
"There are still two barrels left in the warehouse. His father went for surgery, so it should be enough until they come back."
I turned over so my face was facing inwards, and sleepiness was quickly creeping in.
But the footsteps grew closer and closer, like thunder, and Fan Qiusheng shook his shoulders frantically.
"Wait a minute, Master, those two buckets aren't oil, they're liquor!"
"What the hell?!"