Jurasis College, Department of Idiosyncrasies, First-Year Classroom.

On the podium, Sylvie, still dressed in a black robe, earnestly continued what Sophia had not finished speaking in the morning.

After an unexpected situation, the obsession and pressure in Sylvie's heart have dissipated a lot.

Although there is inevitably a little embarrassment, Sylvie who has put down her burden has shown the demeanor of an excellent lecturer more perfectly. The students, who were originally a little whispering, were completely impressed by Sylvie's perfect performance in less than half a class.

Well, except for Youmeng, who is lying on the desk boringly, for her, the book of heaven that speaks better is still the book of heaven.

Naturally, she won't sleep anymore, even if she is ninety percent sure, after experiencing the morning and noon cooking together, Teacher Sylvie will turn a blind eye when she sees it.

With his right hand on his cheek, Yumeng absentmindedly writes and draws on the blank workbook, and occasionally looks out the window sadly.

From time to time, you can see the patrolling figures of self-disciplined machines gliding lightly across the campus, glittering with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

In my mind, the chef mission that was like a demonic contract came to mind.

Mom~

In half a year, from a small dilapidated store that was about to collapse, it reached sales of 5 million points.

Even if she sells her soul and sells contraband such as hot weapons instead, she won't make so much money. In her hometown, it is estimated that only multi-functional thermal weapons from Europe can be sold at this sky-high price, not to mention that there seems to be competition in the trading of hot weapons in this world, so the price can only be lower.

After thinking about it for a long time, Youmeng sighed, and sure enough, she only had to go to the end on the road of cooking?

Of course, if you rely on the price of cheap egg fried rice at 20 points per serving, you can't earn so many points even if you train your arms into unicorn arms.

Then the first step, increase the price!

Although it is unknown why the spiritual rating of Golden Egg Fried Rice is 'unknown', all in all, Golden Egg Fried Rice has been recognized as a spiritual dish. Naturally, the menu of the student canteen will be directly marked with the label of [Spiritual Power], and it will be supplied to the outside world openly.

As for the price, Youmeng showed a strong insistence, with a hint of mystery and inscrutableness, and in any case, he had to price the price to 648 points for a golden egg fried rice - after all, this is a lucky number that represents unlimited consumption possibilities.

She has already thought of the new advertising words, is the teenager going to send a 648?

However, even so, there is still a huge gap between five million.

Without the blessing of the three gods, there is no problem with the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of simple elementary school mathematics, just a simple oral arithmetic in the heart.

Not to mention how long the allure of a simple golden egg fried rice can last, even if it is estimated in the most optimistic scenario, without considering the holiday or its own problems.

From now on, 20 servings of golden egg fried rice will be sold at noon every day, and according to the calculation of 30 days a month and 6 months of a semester, it will only barely reach 133 points of sales to 233333 points.

(It's amazing!) 20X648X6X30+400=2333200！ Is this fate?! ）

Youmeng thought about it and decided that the last egg fried rice would come with some additional small gifts, with an increase of 133 points. Otherwise, as a deep intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, she will be uncomfortable with her chest and shrink.

"Even if everything goes well, what about the remaining two million......

If you think about it carefully, in this wild place where even tofu can sell for thousands of grams a gram, cooking seems to be really more profitable than selling hot weapons. But the biggest problem now is that her main ingredients are only eggs and rice!

It would be nice if she could open the exchange and sale authority of bean products, then when the time comes, what are you still worried about, you can count the money and count the cramps of your hands when you sell tofu every day.

Based on today's workload, lunch is almost at full capacity.

If you want to increase your income by a large margin, you can only start with breakfast supply, but what kind of dishes are simple and have the potential to become the so-called spiritual food in this world?

Frowning in distress, Youmeng picked up the pen and listed it in the blank exercise book,

For breakfast, the main ingredients are limited to eggs and rice.

The most common ones that come to mind are naturally boiled eggs and white rice porridge.

But even if it is a medicinal meal, it has to talk about the basic law, no matter how powerful she is, it is impossible for her to turn this most basic existence that is good by boiling water into spiritual food-she is not the god of medicine.

Cross out.

Do you want to make tea eggs?

No, no, Youmeng shook her head. The tea leaves in this world, if she remembers correctly, seem to be only spiritual tea, that is, the kind that Antonieva drank at home before, tens of thousands of small grams.

This kind of food, not to mention whether it can meet the standard of spiritual food, the production cost alone will be so high that none of the normal students can serve it for breakfast.

Or cross it out.

So, what about egg drop porridge?

Youmeng thought about it carefully, this, it seems to be used to nourish blood and stabilize the fetus. Do you really need this person, raising her head, Youmeng recalled that scene slightly.

In the early morning, Youmeng stopped Teacher Sophia, who was in a hurry, and handed over a bowl of steaming egg porridge with a slightly red face, "Teacher, eat this while it's hot, moisten yin and dryness, nourish blood and keep the fetus." It's perfect for you! —Yu Meng died at the age of fifteen.

Coming back to her senses, Youmeng shook her head violently, and this one was also crossed out.

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Ten minutes had passed, and a full page of blank workbooks had been painted.

However, there are not many things that can be used, and the slightly more reliable ones are egg sushi and omelette.

But......

Yu Meng threw down the pen irritably, she had already seen these two foods in this world, so no matter what she did, at most it was an ordinary spiritual food, and the price was not much higher.

In addition, the breakfast service time is much shorter than that of lunch, and the time-consuming and labor-intensive cooking of fried eggs is too low.

The unhurried chirping of the summer cicadas outside the window gradually became noisy, and the temperature of the hot afternoon sun seemed to be transmitted into the classroom through the window.

Youmeng's mood is getting worse and worse and irritable - it can't be finished at all! The main ingredients were only eggs and rice, and she didn't believe anyone could do this task!

She even produced one kind of existence, which is to give benefits to the self-disciplined machines.

Buzz ~ Buzz ~ Buzz ~

The personal terminal suddenly trembled a few times, and Youmeng raised her head and glanced at Sylvie, their teacher Lori was immersed in the pleasure of preaching and receiving karma at this time, and Salted Fish secretly opened the personal terminal under the desk with confidence.

[Chef Youmeng, what to do with the egg liquid separated from the golden egg fried rice at noon? ] - From: Ayato continued]

What else can I do, of course I threw it away, why keep it in such a hot weather...... Golden Egg Fried Rice only needs egg yolks, and no one eats the fishy egg liquid.

Youmeng glanced at her lips and was about to reply to the message for Aunt Dengxu to pour out.

The personal terminal suddenly shuddered again.

[Forget that you are still in class, and the egg liquid will be placed in the refrigerator first.] Will we open tomorrow morning? Before, it was milk and white water eggs. - From: Ayato continued]

Well?! Finished milk?

Yumeng's finger paused on the send, and suddenly remembered.

Yes, there was indeed an option to see milk in the consignment ingredient warehouse before. (Chapter 67 half a month ago)

[Egg wash left, what time will it open tomorrow morning?] 】

Youmeng's fingers moved slightly, deleting the previous message little by little, and re-editing two simple sentences.

The girl was in a trance for a while, and she almost forgot that there was also that dish, which belonged to the signature dish of their small shop.

Picking up the pen on the table, Yumeng's eyes were full of longing, and he gently wrote down the exclusive name of the dish that belonged to the summer morning in his memory.

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Ask for a ticket. Tomorrow there will be something delicious~

On the 20th of this month, it will be on the shelves for the first order, and I can't afford hot weapons, but I can send you flannel balls~~

I don't know if you believe it or not, every author is writing a book at night, there is a voice that may be heard - pause here!