When night fell, it was already half past six in the evening.

The bright lights on the pedestrian street illuminate Kyoto as bright as day.

At the door of Aunt Zhong's snack bar, there were hundreds of customers shaking their heads and sighing, with expressions of mourning.

These people looked at the locked door with intently eyes, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

Because......

They all queued for hours, and the farthest was to drive from a hundred miles away, just to try Aunt Zhong's snacks.

Now the whole of Kyoto already knows that the founder of Zhong Da Niang Snacks, who was once famous, has reopened the store, and this time, it is a handmade snack bar......

Therefore, the people who rushed to hear the news made the flow of people in the front hall pedestrian street double that of usual.

It's a pity that there are too many people, you have to queue up, and whether you are the top rich second generation, ***, or a pawn of a peddler, as long as you come to buy snacks, you must queue up honestly.

A rich second generation who happened to come to Kyoto from other places to travel once wanted to cut the line, and was beaten up in an instant by more than a dozen real Kyoto's top rich second generations who often came out of the team.

And when this guy learned that in the crowd in line, there were more than 100 of Kyoto's top rich second generations, and even many relatives and friends of the four major families were also honestly queuing up......

This rich second generation of local buns from other places was almost frightened and incontinent, and was carried away by several casual relatives and friends!

And these more than 100 top rich second generations are the young men and women who had carnival in the store yesterday and drank with Nianchen in Prince Mountain.

It's a pity that after the actual opening today, not only are they not free, but they also have to queue up honestly like other customers!

Because, this is the rule set by the year.

Even the behind-the-scenes controllers of the entire Qiantang Pedestrian Street, Li Mingyang and Li Youyou, brothers and sisters, are no exception, and they still line up honestly.

Of course, there are differences.

For example, at this time, Li Mingyang's brother and sister returned to the 26th floor of the Emgrand Building with Nianchen's family.

And the other more than 100 top rich second generations can only stare at the yearning twenty-sixth floor with endless expectations and regrets, and then go home separately, and secretly swear in their hearts that they must come early tomorrow and be the first in line......

Twenty-six floors of the Emgrand Building.

The white-collar workers of seven or eight companies have already left work one after another.

Only the door of the "shell company" is still open, and at the end of the passage, the kitchen converted from a storage room is full of people.

Nian Chen Zhong Xiulan and a large family, plus Li Mingyang's brothers and sisters, were sitting around the table eating.

Nian Chen looked at his mother and three wives with a heartache on his face, as well as Chaotian Jiao and the twins.

This day has exhausted them.

From the opening in the morning until 6 o'clock in the evening, it has not stopped, and even for lunch, I take turns to eat some fruit salad and snacks casually, and then continue to work.

No way, there are just too many customers at the party!

Even Li Xiaoya, Liu Min, Xia Yang, and Longxiang, after returning from school at half past four, were also dragged to follow the small fruit peels, choose wild celery, wash chickens, and other chores......

According to my mother's meaning, I originally planned to use ordinary vegetables bought in the market to make half of the snacks, and then use the fruits and mountain goods produced in Daming Mountain to make the other half of the fruit salad snacks to meet the needs of middle- and lower-class and wealthy customers.

Even the price has been designed.

Snacks made of ordinary vegetables, fifty yuan a serving, are used to satisfy those working class people who work on the pedestrian street.

The price may sound a little expensive, but after all, it is a snack of Aunt Zhong, and it is purely handmade, which can already be regarded as a conscience price.

And the mountain fruits produced in Daming Mountain are expensive to make snacks!

1,000 yuan a piece, half price three days before opening - 500 yuan.

As it sounds, it sounds outrageous.

But people who really understand the rarity and preciousness of Daming Mountain fruits and mountain goods will not think so.

Even if it is not made into a snack, the amount of mountain goods of this snack can be sold for at least 500 yuan, plus the loud signboard of Zhong Damiang and the handmade snack technology, the price is 1,000 yuan, and it is even more conscientious than ordinary snacks.

According to my mother's idea, this sky-high snack should only be sold in a small part, and it has to rely on ordinary snacks to maintain the business of the small shop.

However, the development of events was completely unexpected!

At the end of the day, not a single customer needs snacks made from ordinary vegetables, even those who are working-class, and all of them buy top-quality snacks!

A group of people worked hard all day, and now made 2,000 servings, plus 1,000 servings that had been pickled a long time ago, and sold 3,000 servings of snacks......

And it was still six o'clock, and Nianchen stopped her mother with a strong attitude, and then announced the closure of the store even more forcefully, much to the disappointment of hundreds of customers who had worked hard to queue for hours.

If you continue to do this, you will be able to sell 5,000 snacks.

It's just that Nian Chen is willing to let his mother work so hard.

At six o'clock, the doors were closed mandatory, and another rule was announced - from tomorrow, from 12:30 to 1:30 p.m., there will be no customers.

Doing business is just to fulfill my mother's wishes.

But I will never allow my mother to overdraw her body for this!

I glanced at the big snakeskin pocket at the door full of large bags of money, all of which were hundred-dollar bills, and they were neatly folded.

Nian Chen couldn't help but be a little funny.

For a whole day, Yuan Xilun, who was in charge of the cashier, really counted the money and had cramps in his hands, and there was no spare time at all.

That's 1.5 million!

Because I haven't had time to open online banking payment, all snacks are paid in cash.

One day's turnover is 1.5 million, and this is the result of half-price sales, and after three days, it is 3 million.

Judging from this posture, my mother's idea of making ordinary vegetable snacks will definitely fall through.

All the customers came for Daming Mountain fruit salad and mountain snacks, and no one bought snacks made of ordinary vegetables at all.

Although my mother's craftsmanship has reached the realm of turning decay into magic, she still can't hide the charm of Daming Mountain's top fruits......

I have asked my fiancée Wei to call back, and a large number of fruits and mountain goods will be delivered tomorrow, otherwise the inventory in the kitchen will be urgent.

After a day of verification, the future business will definitely become a combination of Daming Mountain game and Zhong Damiang's craftsmanship, and the signboard of this top snack will undoubtedly resound throughout China and even to the world.

And this money will be taken down tomorrow when the door opens, and when the door closes at six o'clock in the evening, someone from the bank will come to serve and deposit it into his card.