"Brother, no need, itâs just a bit busy at noon, I can handle it. Once the storeâs business really picks up, it wonât be too late to hire someone. Besides, arenât you about to have a holiday?" Some of the patients or their families at the hospital bring meals 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 meal. In hot weather, most donât want to eat outside; the hospital has fans, so they all buy meals in tiffins and return to eat.
"Now that itâs hot, not many eat outside; most eat in the canteen. Although weâve had more customers these days, theyâre mostly coming for the special dishes. The hospital canteenâs lunch too is fifty cents each, with two vegetables and one meat. However, the taste isnât as good as ours," Liang Hongmei said to her son as she ate, having picked up some business skills from her daughter.
"Brother, donât worry. If it gets too busy, Mom and I wonât 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, todayâs porridge was made a bit more than usual. Liang Hongmei 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 sisterâs promotional flyers, then ran off to the hospitalâs inpatient department.
Lin Wan didnât 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 Hongmei had brought an old mat from home, laying it down for a bit of rest at that moment.
"Little sis, I just ran around the inpatient department, and there are over a dozen people ordering porridge, and two ordered casserole," Lin Yinghui returned joyfully in no time, 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 somewhat loud, waking Liang Hongmei sleeping on the ground.
Lin Yinghui nodded, "However, they request to deliver the food to them. Look, Iâve brought back the tiffins."
"Deliver it then, itâs no big deal. Later on, as things developed, the takeout industry became a huge hit."
Itâs not free, just a couple of cents more expensive, yet theyâre willing to pay.
At meal time, Lin Wan and Liang Hongmei followed Lin Yinghuiâs notes for meal 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 Hongmei took the leftover foam boxes from the storage room, scrubbed them inside and out, though some stains couldnât be removed, they had to suffice for now.
"Todayâs special, weâll 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 department, 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 meals, they also provided some cold dishes to them.