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

If you press five dollars, two buns are 1250 yuan, and the new customers in the middle are all three yuan attempts, and the final income is 1350 yuan.

Throw away the cost, the profit is about 500 yuan.

"Five hundred a day, a month is fifteen thousand, no, no, no, tomorrow is fifteen, a month is forty-five."

A monthly income of 36,000 is definitely a high income in third-tier cities.

Ye Cheng instantly raised his fighting spirit.

On the second day of opening, daily income exceeded his expectations.

I wanted to tell my parents about opening the store immediately and let them know that my son had the ability, but in the end, I suppressed this idea.

The daily harvest has not yet broken through a thousand, the battle has not yet reached the final victory, and when the breakfast shop is really on the right track, it is not too late to talk to them.

When there is money, parents do not have to be so tired, directly change the family house into a villa, work as long as they want, after all, parents will retire in a few years and receive pensions.

Yes, you also have to take care of the group to go to school, and you have to choose a place close to junior high school and high school.

Then there are cars, although those out-of-print models cannot afford to buy, at least seven or eight hundred thousand is absolutely no problem.

Thinking about his future life, Ye Cheng packed up his shop and went straight to the farmer's market.

Yesterday, he specially told the owner of the butcher stall that he might ask for a large amount of rib meat, and it was for a long time.

Maybe the boss didn't expect him to ask for so much, yesterday sixty pounds, today it will become one hundred and eighty pounds, if the whole pig wants it, it's good to say, but he only needs five flowers.

No way, the butcher stall owner recommended him an old friend who also sold meat nearby.

Gathering enough ingredients to need, Ye Chengcai took a taxi back, and when he just got off the bus, he saw the boss of the supermarket opposite running over, "Boss Ye, I'm going to buy ingredients at this point?"

Xu Fangshan looked at the three big bags full of pork, very fresh.

"Yes, the taste of this bun is pure handmade, not early, the meat filling cannot be chopped."

Ye Cheng pushed open the door, picked up two bags of ribbed meat with both hands and walked in with difficulty.

"I'll help you."

Xu Fangshan helped pick up the last bag of meat.

After a while, the two of them were all sent to the kitchen.

"Thanks."

Ye Cheng washed his hands, picked up the bag with the buns in the kitchen, and handed it over, "It may be a little cold, go back to the microwave for a little bit, the taste will be better."

"Good."

Xu Fangshan looked at the buns, wanted to eat and think for several days, smelled this fragrance for the first time, and he can't forget it until now.

Back in the store, he couldn't wait to take it out, and the buns were not completely released and there was still some residual temperature.

With just one bite, you can't stop and immerse yourself in this delicacy.

Oh, my God.

It turns out that there are such delicious buns!

Even if there is only a little residual temperature left, the taste is already beautiful, if this is just out of the pot, it must not be fatal!?

One hundred and eighty pounds of meat is all chopped into minced meat, the workload is very large, and there is not even any free time, I ate two bites casually at noon, and the rest of the time was chopping minced meat.

The sound of kitchen knives colliding with cutting boards recalls the whole shop.

Since it was busy early today, there was no spare time, so just before the group finished school, all the fillings were prepared, stuffed into the refrigerator, and the live white noodles were put away.

It seems that tomorrow I have to go out early, and these fifteen hundred buns are afraid that it will take a long time.

Thinking of promising Tuan Tuan to get her buns, she warmed up the two specially made in the microwave in the morning, closed the door and left.

At the entrance of the kindergarten, there are not many parents who come to pick up their children.

Ye Tuantuan saw a figure walking in far through the gap, his small hands raised above his head, waving happily, "Dad!" Seeing

him approaching, the little guy quickly pounced, snatched the bun in his hand, hugged it tightly in his arms, the little nose sniffed hard, the chubby little face was full of expectation, and he couldn't wait to take it out and take a bite now.

Fang Tian was stunned when he looked at this scene, remembering that Tuantuan did not eat meat filling, and every time he made buns in kindergarten, he would ask the master in the kitchen to pack two vegetarian fillings.

Judging from the soup squeezed out of the bag, it is a minced meat bun.

"Teacher Fang, let's go back."

Ye Cheng picked up the tuan tuan with buns in his eyes, smiled faintly, and turned to leave.

"Dad, can I eat buns now?"

Ye Cheng took the bag in the little guy's hand and carried it in his hand, now the wind is so strong, it is uncomfortable to choke the wind.

Looking at the snatched buns, the big watery eyes were aggrieved, like the favorite doll was taken away, "Dad is bad, don't give Tuan Tuan to eat buns, I will go back to find grandma to complain, let grandma spank you."

"Then you have to let grandma spank me, and there will be no buns to eat in the future."

Hearing his father's words, he thought about it and pulled his little head, "I don't tell grandma, will there be buns to eat tomorrow?"

"Of course, to keep you fed."

When he returned home, the buns that were hot once became cold again, and Ye Cheng warmed them up in the microwave, and when he took them out, his father just came back from work.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the smell of sauce meat all over the room, and when I saw the two sauce meat buns that had just been served, my eyes lit up and I subconsciously swallowed, "It's buns again."

"Otherwise, zongzi?"

Ye Cheng looked at the small figure that smelled and ran closer, and before he could speak, his chubby little hand grabbed it, "Hot."

Ye Cheng smiled helplessly, took some cold water and put the hot red little hand inside, "Is it urgent next time?" The

little one shook his head aggrievedly.

Ye Cheng picked up the bun and broke it in half, the little guy held it in one hand, his small mouth was full, and the corners of his mouth were all sauce.

Dad's saliva watching from the side was about to come out.

Ye Chengguang thought about the little guy, forgot the old one, and looked at the meat bun on the plate, "Tuan Tuan, let's give the last bun to grandpa to eat, okay?"

The little guy still had half in his hand, raised his head, looked at the last bun on the plate, and then looked at his grandfather, muttering, "Then tomorrow Dad will compensate me for one."

"Good."

Ye Chengdao rubbed the little guy's head.

Hearing the little guy's words, Dad couldn't wait to pick up the bun and stuff it into his mouth in two mouthfuls, with a feeling of unfulfilled intentions.

His gaze fell on the half of the bun on Tuan Tuan's little hand, and his eyes lit up.

Ye Tuantuan's small hand tightly grasped the remaining half of the buns, "Grandpa is bad, he ate one, and he still wants to rob Tuantuan." "

Ahem."

Dad coughed awkwardly.

Although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't really grab it.

That night, Tuan Tuan and his father had little appetite for dinner, and they kept chanting meat buns in their mouths.

Even if you give him bear paw abalone, he is not rare, and he just wants to eat buns.

The next day, Ye Cheng got up nearly two hours earlier than every day, and at two o'clock in the morning, it can be said that he felt that he had woken up without sleeping for long.

Maybe the movement is too big, the mother came out of the room with an itch, saw the figure in the living room, and looked at the time, "It's only two o'clock in the morning, what are you going to do?" "