Started Selling Rice Rolls in the 1990S

In 1992, Lin Chen returned to Lingnan with his father. My father was busy looking at samples and meeting with merchants. He hung up a small wooden sign under the arcade: Zhai intestines, minced pork intestines. The thin rice skin comes out, moistened with peanut oil, and cooked soy sauce drips along the white folds. Those on the morning shift picked up their lunch boxes, those on the night shift finally sat down, and even those passing by carrying burdens stopped to ask the price. Starting with a plate of rice rolls, Lin Chen gradually became familiar with the street. Some people introduced him to shops, some pointed out his faults, and some didn't say anything after eating, and brought someone else over the next day. Su Wan in the yard next door always has something new to tell. After visiting the market, she sat by the stall and opened her sketchbook, waiting for him to finish washing the last dish. The business on the street is getting busier day by day. Lin Chen remembered the tastes of the customers and the address of the oil factory. How to move the stall forward, he is doing it one by one.