Build a doomsday base, starting from the infinite supermarket

Because Guo Xiong was very impressed by that person, he quickly found him.

As soon as the man heard that Song Zhi was looking for him, he followed him with a happy face.

Wang Xiang had a bit of joy on his face, his heart was pounding, and his face was a bit flushed. He was excited and nervous now.

When he stayed in the hotel before, he found out that all the ingredients used in Sister Shi's cooking were provided by Boss Song.

Now Boss Song wants to call him over, maybe, maybe, probably, to ask him to cook.

Plus he filled out the questionnaire the day before yesterday.

Wang Xiang felt very happy, and the corners of his mouth were obviously raised.

Guo Xiong looked at the worthless look on his face and couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.

Looking at the worthless look on your face, are you really so happy if you don't have to cook?

Guo Xiong didn't understand.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the supermarket. Guo Xiong brought Wang Xiang to Song Zhi and turned back to work.

A few customers came to the supermarket and he had to check them out.

"Hello, what do you call me?"

Song Zhi had a slight smile on her face. She sat on the chair and glanced at Wang Xiang with raised eyebrows.

"I...that..." Wang Xiang's inner nervousness reached its peak now. He stuttered and barely managed to get a few words out of his mouth.

Song Zhi also noticed his nervousness and waved his hand at him.

"Don't be nervous. I'm just asking. Sit down and let's talk slowly."

"Okay, thank you, Boss Song." Wang Xiang sat down opposite Song Zhi.

Maybe it was because he had support behind him that Wang Xiang temporarily felt relieved.

"I called you here today because I saw the form you filled out. You said your wish was to cook again?"

Song Zhi held the watch in her hand and felt very happy.

If she wants to cook well, then she can taste it for free.

"Yes, yes. My name is Wang Xiang. To be honest, before the end of the world, I was actually a gourmet. My biggest hobby in life was cooking."

"But when the end of the world comes, a large amount of land is polluted. Not to mention the vegetables that people can eat, not even a little green plants grow in the ground. Without the ingredients, I have no room to perform at all. Fortunately, I just came to the end of the world. In the beginning, I accidentally awakened the fire power, and I am lucky enough to survive until now.”

Wang Xiang was serious, and he didn't hide anything from Song Zhi.

When he said he had fire powers, Song Zhiliang even took a look at him.

Song Zhi sighed secretly.

I am indeed lucky to be alive now. I don't have any precautions when dealing with strangers. I just hand over the few trump cards I have.

"You said you were a gourmet before. What types of dishes did you know how to cook?"

Song Zhi perfectly grasped the key points. This is what she should care about and pay attention to.

What kind of dishes can you cook and whether they are delicious?

She likes spicy food, but she likes soup and the original taste of food. It would be great if she can cook this type of food.

As soon as the food was mentioned, Wang Xiang's eyes lit up, and his tone of voice seemed like a different person, much more confident.

“I can cook Chinese and Western food, and I can cook all eight major Chinese cuisines. The recipes are all imprinted in my mind. Some of them have precious ingredients and I have never copied them. The rest are based on experience.

I have studied Western food at Le Cordon Bleu in France before, so rest assured, it is absolutely the best. Whatever food you want to eat, as long as I have the ingredients, I can make it! "

Wang Xiang said seriously and stood up from his chair when he reached the back.

He really wanted to experience the feeling of cooking again, even if he was asked to work for Boss Song for free.

"Boss Song, when you ask this, do you want to..." Wang Xiang looked expectant.

Song Zhi didn't hang on to him, nodded and expressed her thoughts.

"Yes, I want to try your skills first. If it's good, I hope to open a restaurant and hire you as the chef."

With such a large farm, it would be a bit wasteful to just use the water source in the middle.

I heard from the system that planting crops on farm land also has an acceleration effect.

Song Zhi decided to open a restaurant at the entrance of the farm for people passing by and guests in the hotel to eat.

The ingredients are picked fresh from the farm and cooked by the chef.

There is a limit of ten dishes per day. Let’s sell it for a few days to see the effect. If business is booming, pre-sales will be increased, but the number of dishes will not be increased.

After getting the name of the restaurant out, the daily dishes will be auctioned, and the highest bidder will win.

In the apocalypse, there are many people who are obsessed with fresh vegetables.

Fresh vegetables are not just food, they also represent vitality and represent the end of the world. Not everything is polluted, at least these vegetables are not.

Let them have the courage and persistence to continue living and fight against zombies.

In a short period of time, Song Zhi had already thought of a marketing strategy without even realizing it.

While the system was listening, it couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Host, how did you come up with these things? But...the daily limit of ten is too little?"

It costs 100,000 wealth points to unlock a restaurant.

After spending so much wealth, only selling ten dishes every day is too little. In the end, won't you even be able to make back the capital?

"Of course not, this is called hunger marketing." Song Zhi shook his head.

"There is probably only one chef here, and he can't cook too many dishes. Ten dishes a day is enough. Ten dishes will not all be sold at the same price. These vegetables are rare in the end times, and they will definitely attract many rich people. When the auction is held, the highest bidder will win, and the return on investment will be fast."

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Song Zhi talked fluently.

The system was stunned.

After a long time, it uttered a word: "6."

This is simply capital, a capitalist, a restaurant can be played by her.

System: Limited quantity! Auction! Why don't you draw it by lottery!

Song Zhi was shocked: Huh? How do you know I thought about this? For every 1,000 Chinese yuan spent on the lottery, there is a 0.05% probability of directly drawing a dish. If you draw 80 times, you will get a random dish once. If you draw 160 times, you can choose a dish by yourself.

System: Are you really not afraid of being beaten for coming up with such a rule?

Song Zhi: I am afraid, so I didn't mention the lottery just now.

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After a series of conversations, Wang Xiang finally got a chance to try, which is equivalent to an interview.

If the dishes he cooked meet Song Zhi's requirements, then Song Zhi will hire Wang Xiang as the head chef of the restaurant to satisfy his desire to cook many dishes.

"Boss Song, I really...thank you so much, I will definitely not let you down, really..."

Wang Xiang said excitedly, and while speaking, he kept bowing to Song Zhi to express his gratitude.

"Okay, I'll wait and see. You can use the kitchen in the hotel, and you can write me a list of the ingredients you need, and I will prepare them for you."

"Okay, then I'll go now."

Wang Xiang couldn't wait to write the list.

He didn't doubt what Song Zhi said, that he would prepare whatever he needed.

After all, he secretly watched the meals that Shi Jie ate every day, and he knew very well how fresh the ingredients were.