Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

"Boss, our port is better than last year, but the flow of people is all attracted by the Maimi restaurant, and those guests are eating and shopping with the things they bought from them, and they just skip our house. This is not the way to go on." In the bar opposite the bar of Maimi's restaurant, the boy said with a sad face.

The middle-aged boss with a greasy belly feels bald when he touches his head.

Last year, with a fried crispy cake, Sima won the siege. With its cheap price and good taste, Sima became a popular food at the food conference.

And relying on the fame brought by the food conference, it opened ten branches from a street stall in chaos city in just one year, which can be called the legend of chaos city food industry.

They got a better position in this year's food conference. Close to the entrance, Sima is ready to do a big job, transfer the excellent staff of each branch here, and prepare a lot of food materials, hoping to create a legend again.

In the past year, many branches have been opened. Behind the seemingly brilliant, only Sima understands that the continuity of fried crisps is not enough. After the popularity of the food conference, the efficiency of the branches is decreasing day by day, and even several branches have fallen into a loss.

So, this year's food conference, he must make the famous of Sima crisp again, and his ultimate goal is naturally the food ranking of the food conference.

As long as you are in the top five of that list, you won't have to worry about Sima's business in the next year, and you can even open ten more branches. Anyway, it doesn't take a brain to copy a store. He is skilled in this job.

But now this wonderful idea has been sniped by the Maimi restaurant.

The wonderful queuing rules and the bald live screen were supposed to be a means of catching up customers, but they attracted waves of customers.

From the morning till now, there are at least 2000 guests queuing up in front of the stalls of the Maimi restaurant, and tens of thousands of people waiting around for a long time to leave.

And their family... From the morning till now, they've sold less than a thousand crisps and all kinds of crisps.

This is not a thousand octopus balls with 40 copper coins, but a thousand crisps with 3 copper coins.

More than a dozen employees have started watching the live broadcast.

If it goes on like this, not only will this year's food conference lose all its money, but it is hopeless to be on the list. The goal of revitalizing Sima crisp cake and making it bigger and stronger has also become an extravagant hope.

"That's not good. We have to find a way to boost our popularity! Even if it's crap, as long as it looks like more people are eating it, it can jump to the top of the list. " Sima's thinking is very happy. At last year's food conference, he used a lot of small means to make fried crisps popular.

Hard power is a kind of thing, but skill is also important.

Fried crisps taste a little better than the sweet crisps in the streets, but the cost is almost the same. After frying in the oil pan, they are golden one by one. They look more than one grade higher than the sweet crisps. It's very cheap to pack a paper bag and sell three copper coins.

This big pot of oil doesn't cost money, and it won't be a problem for more than half a year. Filter it every night, and then throw some bleached stones into it. "Has the world changed? These guys would rather spend money on good food than three coppers of fritters? " Sima's brow is wrinkled. It's really delicious, but it's cheap, chewable and full.

"How about a big one this time?" Sima's eyes suddenly lit up, and soon he clenched his fist, turned and looked at the man who had talked before, "go to the shop we often cooperate with, and get a sign of" free fried crisps ". It should be big enough and conspicuous enough."

"Ah?" The guys and the guys who are in a daze at the back are stunned.

"You mean... Free?" The boy asked with some uncertainty.

"Yes, it's free. These guys are too stingy. Even if they watch, they don't come to eat our family's three copper coin fried crisps. If they can't earn money, they can't even yell. Why don't they come to this food conference in vain? " Sima waved his hand, and then said: "then we will directly free, lose money to earn shouting, first open the market!"

"After that, do we need money to sell cakes in our shop? Do we... Still have wages? " He asked in a low voice.

Other shop assistants are also looking at Sima.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Just do as I say. In the future, even if the fritters don't make money, we can sell other things together. For example, the bag containing the fritters sells three copper coins for one bag, and the fritters sell three copper coins for another." Sima said with a smile.

"But we didn't make the bags." Another clerk muttered.

"What's the matter..." Sima frowned and said calmly, "hurry to work, where can I get so much bullshit!"

All of them were silent.

Soon, the temporary signboard was in place.

"Come on, have a look, have a look, the treasure of Sima's Crispy pancakes town shop, fried crispy pancakes are free to eat. Everyone is limited to one, first come first served!" Sima stood on the high stool and yelled with a loudspeaker.

"Free?"

All eyes looked in the direction of the smoky biscuit.

A little hesitation, immediately a group of people rushed up, many of them were originally standing at the entrance of the Maimi restaurant to watch.

Free food at the food conference, which is