The next day.

4 PM.

At a noodle stall on a food street near Eastern Hospital.

At this time, everyone setting up their stalls was busy preparing; from five o'clock until evening, it's the busiest time for foot traffic.

Zhao's dad's noodle stall was naturally no exception. Zhao's mom was busy setting up tables and chairs while Zhao Heng and Zhao's dad prepared the ingredients needed for the stall.

During this period, Zhao Heng felt like an unstoppable spinning top, barely pausing for a minute at the hospital, with all kinds of things occupying all his time.

And now, during his break, accompanying his parents to set up the stall was considered a form of relaxation for Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng's busy figure at the noodle stall quickly attracted many glances, mostly from young ladies.

After all, Zhao Heng was quite the handsome guy, and now his demeanor was more refined than before.

"Dr. Zhao?"

Zhao Heng was busy when suddenly someone stood in front of the stall, looking at him with surprise.

Zhao Heng turned his head and realized it was Tian Zhen.

"Want some noodles?"

Seeing Tian Zhen's surprised expression, Zhao Heng casually smiled and said.

"Yes."

Tian Zhen nodded and sat down.

"We only have beef noodles now, it will be ready soon."

Zhao Heng said to Tian Zhen.

"Dad, one bowl of beef noodles."

Zhao Heng turned and said to Zhao's dad.

"Sure thing."

Zhao's dad replied with a joyful smile.

Before even officially setting up, they had a customer, Zhao's dad was naturally happy.

Before long, a steaming, fragrant, and delicious bowl of beef noodles was ready.

Wearing an apron, Zhao Heng carried the noodles to the stall and placed them on the table where Tian Zhen was sitting.

"The noodles are ready, enjoy."

Zhao Heng smiled and said to Tian Zhen.

After speaking, he wiped his hands with the apron and sat nearby, embodying a small stall owner's demeanor.

"Dr. Zhao, I didn't know you had this skill."

Looking at the fragrant and appealing beef noodles in front of her, Tian Zhen was surprised and said, glancing at Zhao Heng.

Besides being fragrant and tasty with al dente noodles and a rich broth, the beef was tender and flavorful, breaking the spell that a certain nationwide beef noodle chain couldn't exhaust three cows all year.

"This is actually my dad's skill; I'm just an assistant."

Zhao Heng said.

Hearing this, Tian Zhen looked at the calm and smiling Zhao Heng, as if discovering another side of him.

Thinking of this, Tian Zhen felt a slight, inexplicable thrill in her heart.

Soon after, several colleagues from the hospital discovered Zhao Heng setting up a stall here, and before long, the seats in front of the stall were occupied.

The hospital staff attracted more passersby, who noticed the crowded stall and assumed the food must be good.

This resulted in the stall being packed even before dinner time.

Seeing the crowded stall, smiles never left Zhao's dad and mom's faces.

"I told you, someone would appreciate my skill."

Zhao's dad finished making the required noodles, wiped his hands on his apron, and said to Zhao Heng and Zhao's mom with pride.

"Yes, Dad, as long as we maintain quality, it should be quite successful."

Zhao Heng nodded and said.

In catering, the key is reputation and quality, but most importantly, it's about being a good person.

Especially with this kind of small stall, success largely depends on whether the owner knows how to interact well with others.

Seeing his parents so happy, Zhao Heng too felt very content.

His parents had worked hard all their lives, and if they were to stop completely, life might not be as satisfying for them.

Having something to do while making money is the best for parents who have worked hard all their lives.

Without financial pressure, this gradual striving and earning through one's own efforts is quite addictive.

Perhaps that is the essence of hardworking people.

Subsequently, perhaps the news of Zhao Heng setting up a stall spread, as many people from the hospital came specifically to see him after work and have a bowl of beef noodles.

And so, they stayed busy until 7 PM.

"Dad, mom, we've sold enough for today, we can pack up now."

Zhao Heng checked the time and realized it was already 7 PM.

After this point, people out for a walk look for snacks and keep space for various bites, making it unlikely anyone would have a big bowl of beef noodles.

"Well, that's about enough."

Seeing the stall almost empty, Zhao's dad nodded and said.

"Old man, how much did we sell today?"

Zhao's mom asked.

"I only make noodles, didn't really count, ask our son."

Zhao's dad said.

He was a bit tired today since he had been busy since the afternoon.

"Son, how much did we sell today?"

Zhao's mom eagerly asked Zhao Heng.

"Hmm, let me see."

Zhao Heng opened his WeChat and checked the transaction history.

The older folks didn't use WeChat payments, so the receipt QR code belonged to Zhao Heng's WeChat.

Zhao Heng carefully counted, there were a total of 75 transactions, selling the beef noodles for 15 yuan a bowl, with added beef it was 25 yuan, totaling 1250 yuan in earnings.

Since this was a small stall Zhao Heng rented, the rent wasn't very high, so the profit could be at least 50%.

Meaning, they earned about 600 yuan that day.

"We sold 75 bowls today, made a total of 1250 yuan, earning about 600 yuan."

Zhao Heng said.

"600 yuan? Not bad."

Zhao's dad nodded with satisfaction after hearing Zhao Heng.

600 a day amounts to over ten thousand a month; two people setting up the stall would mean an average of five to six thousand per person each month.

It may not be a lot, but working for themselves rather than someone else meant comfort and freedom.

"Surprising that business was this good on the first day, son, you really have a good eye."

Zhao's mom smiled widely, overjoyed.

"Well, it's because I make tasty noodles."

Hearing his wife's words, Zhao's dad muttered.

"Listen to yourself, if it weren't for so many of our son's colleagues coming today, how many people would eat at a newly opened stall?"

Zhao's mom understood it well; though her husband's skills were commendable,

in North City, a big city, people have tasted many good things. The decent business today was thanks to their son's colleagues supporting them, which drew the crowd.

"As long as we maintain quality, we'll get a lot of repeat customers, and besides, Dad's noodles are indeed tasty."

Zhao Heng smiled and said.

"See, our son has a good eye."

Hearing Zhao Heng's words, Zhao's dad immediately smiled with a relaxed expression.

He was extremely happy; aside from when his son got into a top university, today was the happiest he had been in decades.

Having spent a lifetime mastering his skills, making money in a big city like North City was the greatest affirmation for Zhao's dad.

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