"Yo, the collective rebellion has an attack?" Qin Feng put down his phone and glanced into the school.

Su Tang's class sent more than 20 text messages ordering food at once, which convinced him that it was indeed time to change his mobile phone number.

Leaving aside half of the topic for the time being, Qin Feng walked downstairs and beckoned Dong Jianshan and Wang Hao, who had nothing to do and were lazy, and asked them to take out the temporary tent that had just been taken back to the small warehouse next to the stairs not long ago - now the ingredients in the store are all delivered to the door, Wang Yanmei's electric small three-wheeler has been gloriously discounted not long ago, and the vacant space in the room can just be used to stack the folded temporary tent.

Wang Hao was very dissatisfied with Qin Feng's move of going downstairs to interrupt him watching TV, and complained to Lian Tiandao: "Moving in and moving out, isn't this a blind toss, and it's really not easy to earn your salary......

Qin Feng didn't even want to waste his expression, and said indifferently: "In these years, it is not easy for you to earn anyone's salary, I am here to let you fully experience the cruelty of society." They all came out to work for people, and it was useless to be called around for consciousness, and when it was the turn of the economy to be sluggish, the first batch of layoffs were unenlightened employees. When the time comes, you just want to earn these few wages, and you can't ask for them. ”

Wang Hao was aroused by his self-esteem, and shouted loudly: "Don't look down on people, in another two years, I will open a store myself, who will work for you!"

"Okay, have ambition, work hard. Qin Feng nodded very perfunctorily, while moving the things out of the house and handing them over to Dong Jianshan, who was standing outside the house. The height of this room is just 2 meters, and Dong Jianshan just can't get in.

Dong Jianshan took the tent with a light weight, and asked Qin Fengdao curiously: "Has anyone booked a box at noon today?"

"Nope. Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. "It's so hot now, what stupid guy would sit in the box outside! I'm worried that there will be more people who want fried noodles and fried noodles at noon today. The trouble of getting in and out of the kitchen, simply build a shed outside. Cooking fried noodles in the open air, Master Dong, the big stove that makes glutinous rice in the morning, it's no problem to use fried noodles, right?"

Dong Jianshan said: "No problem. ”

"No problem, after selling the glutinous rice in the morning, let's leave a shed and take it back later, and then collect it when you get off work, and then at noon, we will work in the open air!" Qin Feng commanded.

Dong Jianshan listened. I sighed secretly in my heart.

thinks that the chef who came out of his dignified star hotel, for the salary of 5,000 yuan, his face can be regarded as throwing away. Wang Hao, this kid, is usually brain-dead, but what he said today is really true, it is indeed not easy to earn Qin Feng's salary. Now that most of September has passed, it is the critical moment for the probationary period to become a regular, although he doesn't believe that Qin Feng really has the courage to open him. But after all, he is begging for food under Qin Feng's hands, so he is not afraid of 10,000, just in case, at this juncture, he still has to be obedient to the boss. Theoretically, craftsmen who are not afraid of not having food to eat. At the end of the day, you still have to eat......

Under Hui Qin's strange gaze, Qin Feng and the others set up the temporary tent again.

Then Wang Hao and Dong Jianshan ran in and out. After a few or two efforts, the tent was set up as a makeshift kitchen.

The first class in school is not finished yet. The aroma of fried noodles wafted out of the alley first.

Qin Feng stood aside and sniffed, but he felt hungry first. asked Dong Jianshan to get a portion of fried noodles, and said with anticipation: "A Qinglou used to make a fortune selling fried noodles. ”

Dong Jianshan said with a smile: "At that time, people could sell seven or eight hundred copies a day, and the queue was lined up from noon to night, and I just had 4 arms, and I couldn't get so many at noon, even if I was in time, the stove in our store was not enough!"

"Our store doesn't need to sell so much, and I'm satisfied that we can sell 200 copies at noon. Qin Feng said.

Wang Hao was suspicious: "In the middle of the afternoon, 200 servings of fried noodles and fried noodles, let alone selling, it's too late to do it!"

"Who said we only sell for half an hour?" Qin Feng picked up his mobile phone and shook it in front of Wang Hao's eyes, "Yesterday Zhou Haiyun said that he would not let fried noodles enter the school, and today there are dozens of people in Ami's class who have placed orders with me." This shows that our reputation has been beaten, and according to this ratio, there are two or three thousand students in the eighteenth middle school, and our potential customers have exceeded at least 1,000 at noon every day. Taking a step back, even if the students don't eat, there are so many merchants nearby, they are all potential customers, do you think that with the market foundation of our store and your master's craftsmanship, this point of customers will not be able to attract customers?"

Dong Jianshan was praised by Qin Feng, and couldn't help but puff up his head and chest.

Wang Hao blinked, his brain couldn't keep up with Qin Feng's rhythm, so he could only accuse loudly: "Little boss, you are too competitive and competitive, and you actually have a part-time job with me." It's too classless to be a man!"

Hui Qin, who was in the front desk behind him, followed weakly at this time: "Wang Hao, didn't you just want to admit that you were a wage earner?"

Wang Hao was furious and yelled at Hui Qin: "Can the situation just now be compared with the current situation?

Dong Jianshan directly slapped Wang Hao on the back of the head, and said angrily: "What can you do if you can still learn Ultraman transformation?"

Wang Hao was frightened, turned his head and asked Dong Jianshan, "Master, isn't it a shame that you still watch Ultraman at such a young age?"

Then he slapped his head again.

……

Half an hour later, the back alley of the Eighteenth Middle School was filled with the tempting aroma of fried dried noodles.

Dongou City's fried noodles in a long period of history, is quite famous staple food in the food, in the roadside small restaurant circle, equivalent to the 10,000-year-old pot stickers, to resist the monopoly of foreign fast food such as KFC in the catering market, has made indelible historical, social and humanistic contributions.

After the school ended, the alley immediately flooded with students.

Huang Zhenyu was carrying an empty schoolbag, his expression was solemn like an underground party, and he was followed by Zhang Wei and Zhang Liang, two classmates. As one of the few boys in the art class who stayed at school for lunch at noon, this brother was instigated by the girls in the class to come over for group buying. Right now, my pocket is stuffed with five or ten yuan of change, and my sense of responsibility is extremely heavy.

Huang Zhenyu originally read Su Tang's text message, and his heart was extremely resistant to going out to work, but Liu Yajing's chick was so coquettish that it was almost life-threatening, and after being pulled and shaking a few arms, Huang Zhenyu was over. Mixed in the crowd, Huang Zhenyu thought to himself, if he really can't soak Su sugar, it is actually a good choice to take a step back and soak Liu Yajing. Speaking of which, if it weren't for the existence of Su Tang, with Liu Yajing's appearance, she would also be at the level above Banhua, and she would have the same face when she went out.

As for the sugar -

"Such a woman, a man who can be worthy of her, must be the dragon and phoenix among people......" Huang Zhenyu thought with low self-esteem and self-sighing.

Walking through the parking area, Huang Zhenyu raised his eyes and saw the bald giant man under the tent, who was flipping the fried noodles in the same huge iron pot with an extremely exaggerated amplitude. In front of him, dozens of students were surrounding, shouting for fried noodles. And the students who want to buy are obviously still increasing.

"Damn, business is so good?" Zhang Wei said in surprise.

"I suspect that the fried noodles and fried noodles we ordered have already been sold. Zhang Liang said.

"Go over and ask. Huang Zhenyu said, walked up to Dong Jianshan, and said loudly, "Uncle, we just sent a text message to Qin Feng to order fried noodles and fried noodles!"

Dong Jianshan stopped his movements, glanced down at Huang Zhenyu, and raised his hand to the front desk: "If you make a reservation, you will pay first, the things are in the kitchen, and you will go directly to the kitchen to get the bill." ”

Huang Zhenyu walked straight to the front desk, explained his intention to Huiqin, and then took out a pocket of change.

Huiqin didn't dare to joke with a few hundred yuan, so she counted back and forth twice before confirming it, and Huang Zhenyu was very impatient when she waited.

After Huiqin counted the money, she turned her head and shouted into the kitchen: "Wang Hao, the classmates in the little boss's class are here!"

Wang Hao in the kitchen replied in a louder voice: "Tell them to come in and get it themselves!"

Huang Zhenyu felt a little sore when he heard the words "little proprietress lady", he pursed his mouth, and secretly despised the cultural level of everyone in Qin Feng's shop, and at the same time, he led the two classmates and walked in from the backyard.

Seeing this, a group of people in line yelled at what the is going on, there are unspoken rules for eating noodles, and this society simply doesn't give a way to live.

Dong Jianshan shouted loudly: "They have booked in advance, you can also book in advance tomorrow to get it, the phone number is printed in the menu, go to the front desk to get it yourself!" (to be continued......)