I'm afraid of poverty. How did I get on the road of catering?

Our living conditions are getting better and better, but the employment situation is getting more and more tense. At the same time, a new group of young people, after 91, have come out to start an early business, and after 11, they are still immersed in the happiness of life.

I was born in the most difficult time at that time. At the most difficult time at home when I was at school, I couldn't even pay a dollar for my tuition. There is no money left at home except to eat enough. Work-study program every summer vacation, rich people pay, we can only pick up garbage everywhere to sell.

My mother worked as a farmer, plowing an acre of land by herself like a man. At that time, because she had no money, she didn't dare to ask a mule to plow the land, let alone a tractor. Because of the high cost, she had to call an old ox, or the younger one dug it by himself. Get up at 6 o'clock every morning and go home at 8 o'clock in the evening. I will only come back at noon to cook a meal for us.

My father was working as a carpenter outside, but he couldn't get a job as a carpenter for just a few years, so he had to work as a bricklayer again. He could only go home several times a year, and every time he came back, he was just busy with farming. Leave when you're done.

The most profound memory is that when I was at school, I ate my steamed bread with yellow flour quietly, and then I looked at the dishes and some snacks that others bought outside the school, swallowed my saliva and pretended not to care. I don't know when my father stood in front of me. He asked me how I was at school, and then took out four crumpled dollars from his clothes covered with cement for a long time, which should have been saved for a long time. At that time, it was simply too much. He gave it to me, but I didn't want it. Finally gave it to me. The money has been repeatedly touched by him for many times, as well as his sweat. My father gave me money and left without saying a word. I saw him wiping away his tears. When I was at school, the most upscale meal was instant noodles that he picked up from the construction site and could not bear to eat. I have eaten three packs a month.

at that time, the family was nervous, and people often came to the house to ask for debts, but they sat there for a long time. My father did not hide from debts, but he could only say good things.

At that time, in order to make up for our tuition, my father had to pull his face down and go to the door to borrow money every year. Some people hid when they saw his father coming from a distance, some shouted that they had no money before they could speak, and some directly scolded him, making his father feel ashamed. But what can we do?

I'm really afraid of poverty. I seem to be inferior to my friends in the same village, and I'll be looked down upon by many people. However, I will also blame my parents for not being able to support us. At that time, every holiday, the only thing I could play was the spark in my hand, so I didn't have the money to buy it, so I saved some fun.

At that time, some people in the village had televisions, and they would shut us out if they wanted to watch TV. The children of the rich played with the rich, but the children of the poor didn't necessarily play with the poor, because most of them were trying to curry favor with the rich, hoping to get some snacks and a good book.

I didn't realize too much when I was in primary school. My only hobby is to lead a group of friends to cook and eat. This is the only way I can let them play with me. At that time, it was simple. Dig a hole in the wild, make a pot, make your own seasoning, and then cook something to eat. It is the prototype of a small hot pot!

by junior high school, I had seriously realized the terrible poverty. In order to pull us, my mother can pull bundles of corn from the big ravine and go to the construction site to pull sand and cement after busy farming. I don't want to go to school, which not only drags me down at home, but also makes me feel uneasy. At that time, I especially liked carving and cooking all kinds of food, so my family decided to let me go to cooking school to study catering carving. But the tuition fee for one year is not cheap. This is to add insult to injury. Although my family wanted me to go to school again and again, I decided to work.

at a young age, I followed a fellow villager to a restaurant and started my real dining process. From killing fish, step by step to kitchen management. Simple fish killing should be a compulsory course in the kitchen. Everyone starts from here, but the fish I kill is better than others, because I am diligent, clean and quick, and I work overtime voluntarily. Got the boss's full trust.

In order to learn from others, I try my best to curry favor with them. Although I am tall and everyone likes to make fun of me, no one wants to teach you anything for free, so I have to buy a pack of cigarettes for others at intervals, and then I am allowed to watch while others are working. I read my notes again and again, and I remember a book full. At night, I go back to my residence and open it alone, thinking while watching. Later, my kitchen partners disliked our poor food, so I tried to cook for them, and they all liked it. In this way, I learn and ponder step by step. I have been doing research on hot pot while learning various dishes. After a few years, it slowly accumulated.

I remember the happy expression of my family when I sent my salary home for the first time. I know my mother cried many times behind her back, worrying about us being outside. She wanted to come to see me several times, but she couldn't read or know the way by herself, so she gave up.

during the period of working, I have accumulated too much, but the salary is far from solving our current problems. The family burden is still very heavy, and my parents are getting older. They can no longer work so recklessly to earn money, so I have to change the status quo, so I decided to start a business, and the required funds are a problem. If I have no money, I will go to Tianjin and Xinjiang to work as a road repairman and a mold worker.

The repeated difficulties in accumulating funds have made me even more aware of the need to start a business. So I began my tortuous entrepreneurial experience. Now, Cheng Da's hotpot is made by me step by step.

I'm really afraid of poverty, so I understand these peers who are from rural areas, or have poor family conditions, or are very independent and want to work hard by themselves. Have a natural affection for them. I am willing to help them. So I started to join a small hot pot, because everyone should have taken the same road. I hope that we can all change our own destiny, so that our parents can hold their heads high in the village and they can be respected and even envied by others. This is what we should do.