Taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant had no customers, Mu Fan first entered the fried river tip dishes into the menu in his mind. Then he turned around and went to the kitchen and started kneading the dough. In order to make up for the profit delayed yesterday, Mu Fan has already sent a message to Cui Fatzi that he will provide him with 2,000 steamed buns today. The increase in the number of steamers has increased the speed of steaming steamed buns, and more than 2,000 steamed buns before nine o'clock should not be a problem.

Just when Mu Fan had just made the first cage of raw steamed buns, Shen Xiaoya walked into the restaurant.

"Brother Mu, are you still happy to drink wine?" Shen Xiaoya came to the kitchen, looked at Mu Fan, who was busy with work, and asked with a smile.

"Happy, happy to die. Mu Fan turned around and smiled against his will.

"Huh?" Shen Xiaoya squinted her eyes slightly, and stepped in front of Mu Fan, "What's going on on your face?"

Although he applied a patch to his face, because the effect of the medicine was too small, Mu Fan's right face was still a little bruised. I didn't expect Shen Xiaoya's observation power to be so strong, and she could see it at a glance.

"Hey, don't mention it, I accidentally touched it when I was in the cave room. Mu Fan found that his current skills in making up lies were becoming more and more smooth, and he almost came with his mouth open, and he admired himself a little.

"Are you flirting with other bridesmaids?" Shen Xiaoya looked at Mu Fan with some disdain.

"How can it, you Brother Mu is like that kind of person. Mu Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"It's not like, you just are. Shen Xiaoya said with a smile.

"Ready, ready, customers will be here in no time. Mu Fan didn't discuss this issue more, and sent Shen Xiaoya out.

As soon as the first steamed buns came out of the cage, the first customers came to the restaurant. Before several white-collar workers sat down, they raised their hands and shouted, "Boss, let's fry Hejian vegetables." ”

"I'm sorry, I've already said before, breakfast is only available for steamed buns for the time being. Mu Fan in the kitchen replied, "If you want to eat Hejian vegetables, come back at noon." ”

"That's right. Several customers couldn't help but feel a little lost, but they had no choice, so they asked for a few steamed buns and ate them.

Maybe it was because they thought the door was closed yesterday, there were a lot of customers this morning, and Mu Fan and Shen Xiaoya were busy. At 8:50, Cui Fatzi came to the restaurant in advance with the worker. Like many customers, he first complained about Mu Fan's sudden closure before loading the steamed buns into the car.

As soon as Cui Fatzi left, Cheng Meng walked into the restaurant. At this time, he may have been thinking about his image, and the bandage on his head had disappeared. However, the scars on his face are still noticeable, and he looks slightly funny.

"Brother Meng, what's wrong with you?" Shen Xiaoya looked at Cheng Meng, who had turned into a pig's head, and asked with concern.

"Don't mention it, I went to drink wine yesterday and touched it in the cave room. Cheng Meng said casually.

"You're also going to the cave room?" Shen Xiaoya turned her head to look at Mu Fan, "The wedding wine you two drink can't be a family, right?" Last night, she noticed that Cheng Meng's shop had also closed early.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right. Mu Fan said, "Brother Meng drilled the bride's skirt yesterday and was beaten by the bridesmaids. ”

"Nonsense, it's obviously you who drilled the skirt. After Cheng Meng finished speaking, he looked at Mu Fan and was slightly stunned, "Hey, how did the injury on your kid's face heal so quickly." ”

"It's about character. In order to prevent Shen Xiaoya from questioning, Mu Fan waved his hand to change the topic, "Brother Meng, how many steamed buns do you want?"

"Let's start with two. Cheng Meng spoke, came to the very back of the restaurant and sat down.

Mu Fan personally took two steamed buns for Cheng Meng, and asked quietly, "Have you completed the discharge procedures?"

"Well, Qi lived. Cheng Meng took a bite of the steamed bun and whispered back, "Xiaofan, Dr. Xu is eyeing you, after knowing that you were discharged from the hospital in the morning, I was very disappointed, and asked me about your home address." ”

"You're not going to tell her, are you? Mu Fan asked with squinted eyes.

"That's right, what do you think of your brother? Cheng Meng replied: "I rejected her without the slightest hesitation. ”

"Really?" Mu Fan was skeptical of Cheng Meng's words.

"Of course it's true. Cheng Meng paused, and said with a smile: "But I gave her your mobile phone number." ”

"I knew it. Mu Fan glared at Cheng Meng, "There is no discount for today's steamed buns, and not a penny less." ”

"Okay, look at your stinginess. Cheng Meng said indifferently, "However, if Xu Yan calls you back, you have to give me her mobile phone number." During Cheng Meng's time in the hospital, he couldn't get Xu Yan's mobile phone number for a long time. In fact, if it weren't for Mu Fan's reason, I'm afraid Xu Yan wouldn't have had the kung fu to deal with Cheng Meng at all.

Mu Fan glanced at Cheng Meng, turned around and went into the kitchen, too lazy to pay attention to him.

After preparing more than 200 steamed buns, Mu Fan began to process Hejian vegetables. The news of the resumption of business in restaurants in the morning has spread. So around ten o'clock, people started queuing. Mu Fan noticed that in this team, the main occupation is no longer white-collar, and it can be said that people from all walks of life use it.

Most of them are white-collar family members or friends, and after hearing the name of the Ding family's chef, they came in advance. Many of them still own cars, and their consumption level is much higher than that of small white-collar workers. In today's society, information travels in a variety of ways, and at a rapid pace. Today's situation is expected by Mu Fan.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had not yet started selling stir-fried vegetables, Mu Fan specially asked Shen Xiaoya to write the dining rules on the notice board and hang them next to the door. Customers who wish to dine must read the rules before entering the restaurant.

Although the regulations introduced by Mu Fan are a bit harsh, and even have the flavor of overlord clauses. However, in order to eat delicious food, customers can accept even the most unreasonable requests. Under the requirements of the rules and regulations and the maintenance of Shen Xiaoya, the entire dining team moved forward in an orderly manner. I worked until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when the supply was suspended. After a short break, the two of them started working again.

Today's Mu Fan can be said to be a super long standby. It started at four o'clock in the morning and worked until nearly eleven o'clock in the evening. Tired, he didn't even need to wash, and lay down on the bed directly.

Of course, the income from hard work is also very considerable. For lunch, dinner and supper, a total of more than 600 fried river tips were sold, and the net profit was about 30,000 yuan, and Cui Fatzi also earned 30,000 yuan, and bought about 1,000 steamed buns, with a profit of nearly 20,000 yuan. In this way, Mu Fan's net profit in one day actually reached about 80,000 yuan.

It's not that I don't know, but it scared Mu Fan. However, the state of desperate Saburo like today naturally cannot be continued every day.

"I finally remedied the profit that was delayed yesterday. Mu Fan said secretly.

Just when Mu Fan was about to undress and turn off the lights to drill the quilt, the system prompt sounded, and the new stage task was issued again.