"Tang Yue didn't hide her thoughts, saying, 'My dad is very good at cooking, and his fried rice noodles are delicious.'"
"The family is poor, but Tang Zhengde would still make fried rice noodles a few times each year, only adding green zucchini, a few dried shiitake mushrooms, and some green pepper strips. Even though she initially disliked Tang Zhengde, she had to admit that his skills in making fried rice noodles were exceptionally good."
"Is that a breakfast shop?"
Zhang Tingyu thought for a bit before saying, "Xiao Yue, actually, we have an old flat house next to the station. The front can be used as a shop, and there are two rooms in the back where people can live."
"Next to the station?" Tang Yue's eyes immediately lit up and asked, "Tingyu, did your mom mention how much she wants for rent?"
The large flow of people near the station, a tasty breakfast, plus serving fast food for lunch and dinner, would definitely make money.
