The restaurant's efforts in the previous month were all in vain.

Truth be told, there is no shortage of good cooks in this world, but what!

What is lacking in this world is a good cook who pays less!

For example, the salary of the cook in a big restaurant is two dollars a month, and Feng Ming's small restaurant may not have as much as the salary of the cook in the restaurant, let alone hiring a good cook.

Therefore, Lin Xiang is a magical "treasure" that he inadvertently discovered.

After getting it, let him taste a little sweetness after a short period of precipitation.

When Lin Xiang heard this, he immediately knew what Feng Ming meant, which was disgusted that the other two bowls of soup and food were less in the account.

Smiling, Lin Xiang said, "Uncle Feng, don't worry, you have to wait a little longer." "Naturally, she has other ways to do it, and not everything can be amazing.

Besides, it's not that if something doesn't sell well, it won't be sold, and there is no such thing in restaurants anywhere. It doesn't sell well, but when it comes to buying less, where there are things that don't sell well, they throw it away.

Feng Ming frowned when he heard this: "What else do you have to wait for?" How obvious is the effect, how can you wait for the chicken stewed noodles to be paid in less than two weeks after they are made, while the other two flavors of soup are not very good? "What he is most anxious about now is the income of the restaurant.

As long as it is something that can make money, it is not a pity to do as much as you want, but if you take out something that is not sold for money, isn't it useless work to be done? If you have the time and energy, you might as well do something else.

Hearing this, Lin Xiang also frowned, but still said: "Uncle Feng, this matter is not said like this, however, the income of these two soups is not very good now, and I can't guarantee anything to you, but wait another week, if it really can't be sold, I will naturally not say more." Lin Xiang dared to say this, naturally he saw it, and he didn't say anything.

Feng Ming was a little impetuous, he frowned, and after a moment, he said: "It's not that I disagree, but now the restaurant is on the rise, if you only care about that little bit of income, it is better to study more food that can attract customers." He hopes that Lin Xiang can make more food like chicken stewed noodles, and put more attention on this side, so that he can attract some customers for the restaurant, and the restaurant's income can be more.

Hearing this, Lin Xiang was a little helpless, but she didn't want the dishes she had worked so hard to come up with to be given up like this: "Anyway, just wait another week, just a week." Lin Xiang stretched out his finger and nodded to Feng Ming in reassurance.

What does it matter how long it is? As a week goes by, will more people be able to eat this food?

Feng Ming couldn't help but feel a little irritated when he saw Lin Xiang's stubborn insistence, but since everyone begged you like this, but it was only a week, Feng Ming couldn't say anything directly, nodded, Feng Ming didn't have the slightest smile on his face: "Cheng, a week, only a week, if this pasta still doesn't sell well, you have to withdraw it." ”

Seeing this, Lin Xiang nodded silently.

She is confident because that's what gave her the idea to make pasta in the first place.

……

At the end of the evening, Lin Xiang hurriedly returned home.

Lin Yan was simply ordering some pasta, wanting to make something for Lin Xiang to eat, but it happened that he hadn't eaten yet

Seeing Lin Xiang's somewhat panicked look, Lin Yan suddenly had some doubts, stopped what he was doing, and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

I saw that Lin Xiang was running into the house in a hurry, and before he could answer Lin Yan's words, he had already squatted on the ground—to be precise, he was squatting next to the crockpot placed on the ground.

Lin Yan laughed: "Sister, what are you doing, don't you say that this thing will ferment for at least nearly a month?" Immediately, as he spoke, he looked at Lin Xiang's expression with some curiosity.

When Lin Xiang heard this, he didn't continue to joke with Lin Yan, but nodded a little helplessly: "However, now that I need this thing, naturally I can't wait that long, and in three days, I will take off its cloth and see how it tastes." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yan turned around, and while talking about pouring out the noodles in the soup pot, he filled a bowl of noodles, and with the rising heat and fragrance, Lin Yan walked to the table in a few steps and put the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

With a "snap" sound, there was a collision sound, and Lin Yan pursed his lips: "Sister, come and eat." ”。

Lin Xiang sighed when he heard this, and immediately stood up and sat down at the dining table.

Seeing this, Lin Yan couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Sister, what's wrong with you?" He felt that Lin Xiang's state didn't seem to be quite right.

Hearing this, Lin Xiang's face was a little helpless, and after listening to Lin Yan's words, he just shook his head.

The matter of the restaurant is actually not a big deal, it is just that Feng Ming asked him not to sell those two soups that are not selling well, and it is ridiculous to say that he is troubled by this kind of thing.

However, as the saying goes, they are all their own daughters, and they are all in the same mood, do you still say, this doesn't hurt and that doesn't love?

Lin Xiang couldn't drink Lin Yan explained the bend here, but he was looking forward to the kimchi being pickled quickly, and it was no longer a matter of simply saying that he would eat at home.

This meal was very tasteless, Lin Xiang ate a few bites here, then put away the rice bowl, brushed it clean, and then went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Lin Xiang hurried to the restaurant again.

……

Lin Xiang is actually naturally looking forward to it, if the other two flavors of noodle soup can naturally sell well, it will be the most happy.

A new week began, and while Feng Ming was happy that the restaurant's income was gradually rising step by step, he was becoming more and more dissatisfied with Lin Xiang.

Tell me, why is this kid so stubborn?

Feng Ming shook his head a little helplessly, and then counted how much silver the restaurant had made today.

Lin Xiang heard Hancui's shouting, or "chicken stewed noodles", "wontons" or either, "pig in the water, pig intestine" is unexpected, it is chestnut rice in winter, sweet and sour shrimp fried rice is also selling very well.

However, no matter how well these foods were sold, what Lin Xiang was looking forward to did not come.

It's been two days, and it's been two days since the beginning of the week.

Pork bone soup noodles and egg and green onion noodles were only sold in three bowls in total.

There are only less than ten cents in the account.

At the end of the evening, Feng Ming counted the receipts, then slightly estimated the amount of each food sold, and then looked at Lin Xiang sideways, although he didn't say anything else, but the expression on his face was a little mocking.

Day 3.