Taking my daughter to open a breakfast shop and making millions of people cry

The co-worker nodded.

He is also a big fan of meat buns, the kind that leaves no room as long as he eats them.

"Then again, I remember that your son graduated from a prestigious university, where did you learn this craft?"

"I heard that I learned it from a master for money, and then I made it up from the Internet."

Although Ye Ji'an also felt ridiculous, his son said so.

The

two people next to them were speechless for a while.

Cooking for a few years has no effect, which Yu knows best.

The three chatted a little more, and seeing that Master Yu refused to go with them, the two walked towards the other side of the road.

As they stood in the doorway and looked inside, a pair of eyes fell on them in unison.

Ye Ji'an walked in.

"Uncle, you need to queue up if you want to eat buns.

"That is, you see that you are so old, if you want to set an example for our juniors, you can't cut the queue."

"Boss Ye, there are people cutting in line here. "

..."For

a while, he spat Xingzi, almost drowning the two of them.

Ye Cheng was busy dizzy, heard a noisy voice at the door, looked up to see a familiar face, and quickly ran over, "Dad, why are you here?"

Everyone's faces were stunned.

"It turned out to be an uncle, uncle is good, uncle looks so young, I didn't expect to have such a big son as Boss Ye.

"Yes, uncle is so rich, he is a good person at first glance."

"Brother, does your son have a girlfriend, did my daughter introduce your son?"

For everyone's enthusiasm, Ye Ji'an was really a little overwhelmed, waved his hand, and followed his son into the back kitchen.

No matter what Ye Ji'an said, the workers insisted on queuing up and didn't say anything more.

In the kitchen, I saw my son holding beef bone soup again, taking tea and eggs, and packing buns.

Ye Ji'an looked shocked.

Looking at his son's skillful movements, without a few years of kung fu, I am afraid that he will not be able to learn.

If you can learn the recipes from the master, there are some things that you can't learn by learning.

Ye Ji'an thought about it, didn't his son learn computers in college, could it be that computers are still accompanied by teaching cooking?"

"This tea and eggs are really delicious, Boss Ye, bring me three more, and five meat buns to eat here." As

soon as the words fell, he only felt that a pair of eyes around him fell on him, and he couldn't wait to swallow him alive.

The person who spoke touched his nose and smiled ruefully, "Then I'll take it away, don't eat here, go home and eat the same, you can use it as a night snack." "

I paid and carried my things as if nothing had happened, and hurried out of the shop.

Ye

Ji'an found that there were four or five tea eggs on each table, which looked no different from ordinary tea eggs.

But the expression on the faces of the guests every time they take a bite of tea and eggs is a kind of enjoyment, the enjoyment of delicacy, and the enjoyment of life.

Is it really that delicious?"

"Grandpa!"

On the stool in the corner, a small figure rushed over, hugged Ye Ji'an's thighs with both hands, and raised his chubby little face.

Ye Ji'an picked up the little guy

, "Did Tuantuan miss grandpa?" Ye Tuantuan shook his head, staring at the plate in his father's hand, and Badaba clicked his mouth, "Compared with grandpa, Tuantuan wants the buns made by his father more." "

..."

Ye Ji'an felt a pang of heartache.

It's better to co-author him than a bun.

Looking at the tea egg in the little guy's hand, Ye Ji'an had a smile on his face, "Egg, can you give it to grandpa?" Ye

Tuantuan looked at the tea egg in his hand, and then looked at his grandfather, hesitated, and held the tea egg behind his back.

Two combos.

The big and small figures drew bursts of laughter.

Ye Ji'an looked embarrassed.

Ye Cheng served the soup to the guests, filled a few tea eggs and handed them over, "Dad, if it's okay, you will take the group back first, I'm afraid I'll be busy until late."

"Hmm.

Ye Ji'an carried the tea egg and looked at the small shop full of customers, never thought that his son could be so productive.

Before leaving, the guests would put away their used bowls and chopsticks and put them on the countertop, which would bring convenience to the next wave of guests, and also make Ye Cheng a lot easier.

There are still many people in the front queue, and the bowls and chopsticks used by the guests are stacked in the back kitchen, and it takes a lot of time to wash these dishes and bowls.

Seeing that he was busy like this, Dad put down the group, helped brush the dishes and chopsticks on the side, and helped him clean up the table from time to time.

It was already eight o'clock at night, and the long line at the door of the small shop finally disappeared, fortunately there were enough things prepared today, otherwise it would really not be available.

I worked until half past eight, seeing off the last guest.

The kitchen was already empty, with five hundred eggs, a thousand meat buns, and nearly four hundred bowls of beef bone soup.

Anyway, these things are counted, those who come early can eat more, and those who come late can only eat something.

Taking stock of the ingredients he had now, Ye Cheng took out a pen and paper to write down the number of ingredients he needed tomorrow.

Looking at today's turnover, Ye Cheng was not only a little surprised.

On this night, 370 bowls of beef bone soup, 500 tea eggs, plus 1,000 meat buns, the turnover was as high as 6,900 yuan.

Of course, the meat buns are calculated according to 2 pieces and 5 pieces, and the actual turnover is more than this.

"What's wrong, something is wrong?"

Ye Ji'an looked at his son's expression and quickly ran over.

"Dad, guess how much you make tonight

?" "1500?"

"6900

!" "So much!!"

Dad's eyes widened in shock, from six o'clock to now it was at most three hours, and the turnover was as high as 7000 yuan.

It's terrifying.

"Then what is your guess about the gross profit?" "

3000?"

Dad was confused.

Ye Cheng shook his head and stretched out his hand to gesture down, "5000."

Dad hadn't reacted from the shock just now and was shocked again, "I remember you said before that there were only 1,000 sauce meat buns tonight, is it because the egg profit is so big?"

Ye Cheng patted the soup pot with only beef bones left.

"Is the profit so high?" "

I'll do the math for you." Ye

Cheng put his arm around his father's shoulders, the beef bones were selected the best, the cost price was 500 yuan, a pot of soup was sold for 370 bowls, 2960 yuan, throwing away the cost, and making a net profit of 2460 yuan.

That's half of today's profits.

If it weren't for Ye Cheng's craft, he would have been able to make crazy just by joining.

"Dad, let's go, buy you good wine."

"What good wine to buy, the second pot head is very good, drinking habits."

Ye Cheng packed up the shop and closed the door.

Ye Tuantuan yawned sleepily, his little hand tugged at his father's sleeve, "What to buy

for Tuantuan?" "Buy a workbook for

Tuantuan, okay?" Ye Cheng picked up the little guy, originally wanted to let his father take Tuantuan back, and his father also got busy, so he forgot the little one.

Hum.

Ye Tuantuan's small hands behind his back hummed.