Wow.

Chen Xu pulled the roller shutter shut, turned on the switch, and the LED lights hanging at the eaves lit up, illuminating the open space in front of the door clearly.

"Okay, today's goal is to save the capital."

Chen Ziqi, who was wrapped in a red down jacket, let out a white mist and put his palms together. After that, he went to move the tables and chairs out and placed them in the open space in front of him.

Today is the third day of the noodle restaurant's business, and the number of customers on the first day is six, and the turnover is ninety. The next day, the number of people was eight, the turnover was one hundred and fifty, and the extra thirty yuan was Chen Xu's addition of tea eggs, two pieces and five pieces, which was really dark enough.

And after learning about the pricing of tea eggs, she also overturned her previous speculation, Chen Xu's profit margin is definitely more than 100%. The cost of an egg is only five cents at most, counting all kinds of seasonings and gas fees, and it is only seven or eight cents in the sky, selling for two yuan and five, more than 300%.

In a scientific manner, she deliberately turned out Chen Xu's shopping receipt, which showed that the noodles he used were 20 yuan per box, the net weight was 2.5 kilograms, and there were a total of 30 pieces of noodles in it.

In this way, the cost of a bowl of noodles is simply outrageously low.

After discovering this truth, she felt that it was unnecessary for her to worry about him. Theoretically, as long as the turnover reaches 200, there will be absolutely no loss.

Of course, this is not cost-effective, and the two of them are equivalent to doing day jobs.

"Hey, it's you again."

As soon as Chen Ziqi set up the tables and chairs, he saw the man who was waiting for them to come over and open the door yesterday, and this time, he brought his girlfriend again.

The person who came was Yanqing, and he said to Liu Bing, "Look, I really didn't lie to you, this noodle restaurant only does supper, and it won't open until the evening." ”

Liu Bing said in surprise, "There really is such a strange noodle restaurant." ”

"Ahem."

Chen Ziqi coughed heavily, indicating that she had heard what she had just said, and stepped forward to ask, "What are you two eating?" ”

Yanqing couldn't help but complain, "Do you have anything else here?" ”

"Look over there, the latest products of our store, tea eggs, and seafood noodles." Chen Ziqi hung a finger on the wall.

Yanqing and the two looked over and saw that there was a small blackboard there, on which three products were written in chalk, and the prices were marked on the back, the signature fresh meat noodles, the medium bowl was fifteen, and the large bowl was twenty. Medium bowl of seafood noodles is 20, large bowl is 25.

He asked, "Do you still have big bowls?" ”

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Chen Ziqi blinked and said, "You didn't ask before." ”

Yan Qing was a little speechless, "It's really the first time I've seen someone like you do business." ”

"Then do you want to eat?"

Yanqing swore that if it weren't for his girlfriend pulling him, he would definitely turn around and leave, in order to eat a bowl of noodles, he could bear this anger.

"Little sister, please bring me two bowls of fresh meat noodles, big bowls." After Liu Bing finished speaking, he pulled him to sit in a leeward position.

, it's so cool to be so scared. Especially when he looked at the other party, he still had to swallow his anger and didn't dare to refute it. It's literal.

Her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new door.

After a while, the noodles were served.

Yanqing came three times, and finally tasted the noodles of this house, thinking about it, he was a little excited, he didn't want to eat much, he was completely curious, why did his girlfriend like this noodles with little soup and little water?

When the noodles were brought to him, he couldn't help but want to complain again, "This is the big bowl?" Isn't it the same size as the last medium bowl? ”

"But the amount of noodles has increased, and there is an extra piece of meat, which is a good deal." Chen Ziqi replied.

"Then at least get a bigger bowl."

"Good idea." Chen Ziqi said and left like this.

Listening to her perfunctory tone, Yanqing almost had the urge to flip the table, what kind of waiter is this.

Opposite him, Liu Bing had already started eating, and the relish made him endure this breath again. In any case, the most important thing is that your girlfriend can eat enough.

He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, picked it up, and tasted the soup first. There was a slight change in his expression.

Objectively speaking, it is delicious, like the taste of fresh chicken soup, but it is lighter, and it immediately arouses people's appetite.

In this case, a noodle can be sold for fifteen yuan, which is really not expensive.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the noodles, which was okay, not as bad as he imagined, with the noodle soup, the taste was really good.

"Boss, do you have chili peppers?" He took a few bites, and he also tasted it, and asked.

"Nope." Chen Ziqi didn't raise his head.

"Huh?" Yanqing originally wanted to say something, but in the end, he closed his mouth in a knowing manner, even if there was no chili, he could eat it.

…………

When the time came to eleven o'clock, Chen Ziqi yawned, looked at the lively barbecue stall next door, and then looked at his own empty shop, pursed his mouth, and muttered, "What is delicious about barbecue, these people really don't know the goods, how good our noodles are." ”

Chen Xu, who was sitting at the door looking at his mobile phone, raised his head, sighed into his palm, and said, "It's too cold today, let's close the stall early." ”

Chen Ziqi shook his head, "No, we can return to our capital by fifty yuan." If you start a little later, there will definitely be people coming. ”

As he spoke, a man walked in.

"Look." Chen Ziqi jumped up suddenly, "Hello, what do you want to eat?" ”

The man was about thirty years old, with a round face and a tightly wrapped body. He glanced at the small blackboard and said, "Bring me a medium bowl of fresh meat noodles." ”

"Okay, wait a minute." Chen Ziqi smiled sweetly and ran over to the kitchen to wait.

After a while, she came out with noodles, "Your noodles, please use them slowly." ”

The man looked at this bowl of noodles, and Chen Ziqi next to him could see from his expression that this must be a very picky guest.

The man looked at it for a few seconds before picking up the chopsticks, picking up a piece of noodles, not eating, observing for a second or two, the chopsticks gently forced, and the noodles were broken.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl, put it to his nose and sniffed it, before bringing it to his mouth and tasting the soup.

He closed his eyes, as if reminiscing, and the expression on his face, which he didn't care about, changed significantly.

Chen Ziqi next to him was already stunned, what is the situation?

It's not going to be looking for ballast, is it?

"Boss."

The man opened his eyes, a little frighteningly bright, and he put the bowl down and shouted loudly.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Ziqi already regarded him as someone who came to find trouble, and he was vigilant.

I heard the man say angrily, "Pack me fifty servings of this noodle and take it away." ”

"Huh?"

Chen Ziqi's expression was sluggish.

Pack, fifty servings?

Did I hear me right?

What's going on?

PS: Unknowingly, this book has 200,000 words, let's talk about my feelings.

It's been many years since I wrote the book, and I've been thinking about what I'm lacking the most. In terms of writing skills, at least in the online article, I think I am qualified. Now that I look back at the plane gate that I wrote a few years ago, the text is okay.

In fact, every time I write a book, I feel that I have gained something. I found that my biggest problem was the rhythm. The few books I have written have actually no real main line, and in each of them, there are major problems with the rhythm.

The gate of the first plane, the highest/climax is when the protagonist wins the 100-meter championship. At that time, it was close to being put on the shelves, and I originally wanted to write this plot during the time when it was on the shelves, but unfortunately, I couldn't stick to my own method and advanced it. After this high/tide, I found that there were fewer people watching, and I was in a hurry, and the writing behind me was a bit collapsed.

In the second winner's life, the turning point is that the protagonist and Miao Xiuxiu have a relationship with each other, and too many readers react and like this character. I still couldn't stick to my own ideas, and let the protagonist establish a relationship with her, completely disrupting my outline. Collapsed again.

The third book, which is not on the shelves, will not be said. In the fourth book of another world, I stuck to my own ideas, but unfortunately, this theme has congenital flaws and eventually collapsed.

This book, at the beginning, was tepid, and by the end of the first dream, recommended votes, rewards, and all kinds of outbreaks. I was stunned.

It was also during that time that I thought about it a lot. I finally understood what my problem was. I'm too inflated, when I write about a big high/tide, the data skyrockets, I hope to keep this soaring state, I hope that every chapter, there will be such a response, and in the end, I went down the wrong path and opened my mind. Finally collapsed.

Back in this book, the first dream was so well written that everyone wanted me to keep it that way in the future. After I thought about it carefully, I felt that it was impossible.

I started to conceive of the first dream a few years ago, and it took me a few months, and at that time, I wrote a paragraph, and I felt that it was not right, so I could put it aside for a while, and read it again in two days, and then I felt that I was going to continue writing. Halfway through writing, I felt that the heroine's character had set up a deviation, so I deleted a few chapters and rewrote it.

But now, there is no such condition at all, before it is put on the shelves, two or four thousand words a day, you can't stop at all, and if you break the change for one day, you can kill you. After it is put on the shelves, it will be at least 6,000 words, and the task will be heavier. At this intensity, if I could have maintained the level of the first dream all the time, I would have been platinum a long time ago, and I would still have to struggle like this?

When I think about it, I feel at peace. I also have some insights into the rhythm of this thing.

To be honest, since the book was uploaded, I haven't stuck the text, because I know it in my heart, and the outline is in my head. To what extent the plot advances, which characters appear, what kind of dialogue with the protagonist has, open the document, and I can write a chapter in one breath.

I'm also a reader myself, I understand the mood of some readers, like my style, chasing is a little uncomfortable, you urge, raise, or even abandon the text, I can fully understand you. I don't expect you to understand my difficulties as an author.

Reading a book is a very personal thing, liking is liking, disliking is disliking. It's impossible for me to force myself to read books I don't like because you have said something good about the author, which doesn't exist.

My book should be better read in one sitting. I can't chase anymore, I can only say that we have no fate, and we met it at a very inappropriate time, and I wish you can find more novels that suit your taste. I also hope that one day in the future, you will pick up this book again and continue the frontier.

Actually, I understand that some readers hope that the protagonist and Luo Xiyun will confirm their relationship as soon as possible. However, if you do it now, it will be equivalent to ending the book early. Because there is nothing to write about later, the protagonist is like being put in a shackle, and many plots can no longer be unfolded.

In other words, the plot of the two living sweetly is something I'm not good at. I barely wrote it myself, and I couldn't write it for long.

This book, I will come at my own pace. Because I know that there are still many silent reading, silent voting, silent rewarding, and silent majority. This week, more than 15,600 recommended votes and 68 book lovers who rewarded are witnesses. Thank you.