After the divorce, the farming dad’s aggressive life

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"Boss, come and fry fritters."

Chen Feng parked the car and walked to the store.

I found that the guests each had 1 bowl of soy milk and drank it slowly.

There was anticipation in my eyes.

"Boss Chen, you're finally back."

Liu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The money is all settled, if you have fritters, you will collect the money yourself."

"Thank you Brother Liu."

Chen Feng handed over the car keys and was very grateful.

He walked to the stall, tied his kitchen towel, and said with a smile: "Sorry, let's start ordering fritters now." "

Boss, I'll get 3 fritters."

"Boss Xiao Chen, 2 fritters, 3 ghee fritters, waiting to pack."

"Hurry up, finally wait for Boss Xiao Chen, let's be mine first, I'm going to be late for work, just to wait for this stutter, soy milk has drunk 3 bowls."

"There is a treasure of 20 yuan!"

"5 churros."

The voices of the uncles and aunts sounded one after another.

There is also no lack of eager voices than the workers of the Zhongdi factory.

Chen Feng smiled, skillfully raised his face, and then began to pull fritters in front of the desk.

Place the fried fritters one by one in the oil pan.

It immediately boiled, and then became fluffy.

This scene was pleasantly presented in front of everyone's eyes, accompanied by the handsome face of Boss Xiao Chen.

Simply as delicious as the food.

"Who are the guests who want crispy sugar?"

Chen Feng took the fritters one by one, packed them up, and got busy.

Sometimes in order to fry fritters, even the money is too late to find for the guests.

This made Chen Feng sigh.

When his daughter was in the store, she helped him a lot.

"Delicious, so delicious."

"Soy milk with fritters, it's unpalatable and delicious in this life, just like the taste I ate when I was a child, and it's even better!"

"If I can eat such delicious food every day, this life will be my blessing."

"What a delicacy of childhood!"

"Boss, does the store only sell soy milk fritters?"

"New varieties will be added in the future, and they are still under consideration." Chen Feng said.

Liu Zhi and Liu Zhi's wife were also satisfied again eating soy milk fritters.

They were genuinely happy for Chen Feng.

Originally, I thought that Boss Chen was a rich man, and he opened a shop and threw money into the water to make money ring.

I didn't expect him to have some skills.

The fritters made soy milk are so delicious.

The two of them ate so much in the morning, they didn't feel tired at all.

According to Liu Zhi's observation, in the hour from 7:30 to 8:30, the turnover is not less than 1,000 yuan.

Half a day's turnover exploded his Xiaoxiang restaurant!

Liu Zhi wants to change careers!

Is making breakfast really that profitable?

Time passes little by little.

"Boss, come 1 bowl of plain soy milk, and 1 egg fried stick."

Shouting is a new guest.

Chen Feng went to hold the original soy milk, opened the soy milk bucket, and said with a bitter smile: "The bottom is out, the original soy milk is gone."

"Then a bowl of peanut soy milk."

"It's gone!"

"What about the red date lotus seed pulp?"

"And 1 bowl." Chen Feng said.

"I want it, another bowl of black bean sesame pulp."

"Okay, wait a minute."

After another ten minutes, the fried dough flour on the board was all clean.

Although there are still some in the refrigerator.

But all four barrels of soy milk were sold out!

"Boss, go get some soy milk again."

"Yes, and fried 3 fritters."

"Business is so hot here, let's try it?"

"Boss, come 2 bowls of plain soy milk."

"Sorry, it's gone, it's all gone."

Chen Feng had to smile bitterly again, "If you want to eat, you can buy it at noon, but now it's really gone."

"Now get it, boss, don't ink." The guest urged.

"If you get soy milk again, it will take more than an hour, can you wait?"

"Okay, I'll eat it at noon, I have to taste this soy milk fritters, my mother praised it to the sky."

"Such a coincidence, my old man said the same."

"Noon, boss, you must see soy milk fritters at noon, otherwise you will smash your store."

The guests smiled and joked away.

It's only 9:48 a.m.!

Then, Chen Feng closed the glass door, locked it, hung up the sign that was temporarily open, and wrote the next business opening time at 11:20.

He returned to the back kitchen.

Take the money collection bucket and count it carefully.

Each barrel of soy milk has about 125 bowls, with an average price of 5 yuan a bowl.

The turnover here is about 2500.

In the morning, he picked up about 200 guests.

1 and a half fritters per capita, the turnover is about 1200.

Then, Chen Feng counted the amount of money treasure, the amount of even letters, and the amount of money in the bucket.

That's 4148 yuan!

Send it!

This homophony is so apt.

Chen Feng was a little excited.

The first day was a big starter.

Soy milk fritters, you can still sell some at noon, isn't it about to break 5,000 in a day's turnover!!

There are still some raw materials left in the kitchen, and the real raw material price is only 600 yuan, including the store's water and electricity labor expenses, a net profit of 4,000, and a net profit of 120,000 in January.

Soy milk fritters alone can make millions a year!

Although Chen Feng was busy from yesterday to now, he was very tired and tired.

But the spirit is very uplifting.

Chen Feng excitedly thought of the mysterious space in his mind.

That mysterious space gave him the old craft of soy milk fritters, as well as those mysterious paddy fields and ponds, wouldn't there be infinite possibilities in the future!!

There was a short break.

Chen Feng cooked the remaining soy milk again.

This time he only cooked a bucket of plain soy milk.

Then near 11:20, Chen Feng continued to open the door.

He didn't have to pick up the group, and the lunch was eaten at school.

Sure enough, there was no shortage of repeat customers in the morning at noon, and they wanted to taste the soy milk fritters from the snack bar of life.

"The taste is amazing."

"Boss, I'll come early tomorrow morning, other soy milk must be cooked."

Some customers who could not taste peanut soy milk and black bean sesame pulp regretfully left.

By 12 o'clock, there were fewer and fewer guests.

There's no way around it.

Churros and soy milk are originally breakfast, even if they are delicious, they cannot be eaten as meals.

However, when noon passed, Chen Feng counted the turnover again, and it really broke a thousand.

"That's the end of opening today."

"Do I want to add some dumplings and other snacks for lunch and dinner?"

Chen Feng thought about it.

"But my own craftsmanship is simply not comparable to the old craftsmanship that the mysterious space gave me..."

Chen Feng was a little embarrassed.

It's okay to make money, but you can't fool guests.

Otherwise, Chen Feng would not have named the small shop Life Snack Bar.

Just as he was about to throw away the unsold plain soy milk and the frozen dough dough.

"Bring me 1 bowl of plain soy milk and 2 fried fried fried fritters."

Right at this moment.

A pleasant voice of a female suddenly sounded in Chen Feng's mind.

"Who?"

"In 5 minutes, I'm going to see."

The pleasant voice is full of unquestionable.

Like a cold tsundere.

Could it be the creatures in that mysterious space?

Chen Feng thought in shock, but he still did it immediately.

When the fried fritters are ready, carry the original soy milk in one hand.

Yikes.

Chen Feng disappeared into the snack bar of life.

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