The wooden house at night is so quiet that it makes people feel a little scared. Ethan lit the fireplace, and the dim flames spewed hot air, slowly warming the house.

Yu Jian curled up on the sofa with a blanket, boredly pressing the remote control in her hand. There are so many stations in the TV set over and over, and there are bloody TV series that she can't understand, and there is not even a news broadcast.

Today is the final day of the finals, and I don't know if the masters have won.

Yu Jian closed her eyes in annoyance and slapped her head a few more times, which was really too light.

Ethan stood at the corner of the staircase, quietly staring at the figure curled up on the couch, his eyes dim.

Thousands of miles away in the flower city, everyone is nervously waiting for the final result.

The organizers were divided into two teams, each led by two judges, to count the turnover of the restaurant.

Fang Zilu held Chef Lai's hand, unconsciously tightening and tightening. Chef Lai didn't notice that his hands had been pinched out of the red marks, and his whole heart was eager to rush to the table at the front desk.

"Don't worry." Master Ah Huan is still so calm.

Fang Zilu shook his head into a rattle: "No, I'm too vain to do it-I heard that a set of neon next door costs more than six hundred, how many pot bottoms do we have to make to catch up!" This gossip is still said by diners, some people went to Neon first, and were scared away by the high price, so they chose a high-quality and inexpensive Chinese restaurant.

Zhang Hua gently touched the board in front of him and said, "Xiao Fang, do you remember what the little boss said?"

Fang Zilu was stunned, a little at a loss. The little boss said a lot, and it kept echoing in his head, but he didn't know which one to intercept now......

He cautiously asked, "Which one?"

"Food can't be measured by price."

I pour! Fang Zilu's legs were weak, and he almost didn't collapse on Chef Lai. He glanced at Zhang Hua, who was speaking unhurriedly, and fanned the wind exaggeratedly: "Master Dahua, although I said so, we are now in a competition, and we still have to rely on business turnover to win!" He smacked his lips twice, and said unpleasantly.

Zhang Hua withdrew his hand on the board and rubbed his fingertips: "It's not a big problem."

It's not that he's conceited. Bai Case's workload is not large, and he observed all the links in the restaurant throughout the day, the number of turnovers, the number of orders, and the unit price of customers. He also deliberately went to the neon side to stay for a while for the two meals in the middle and evening, even if the unit price of the customer next door was raised, it should not exceed Huaxia much.

Small profits but quick turnover, this is the foundation of the operation of Huaxia restaurant.

Moreover, in terms of praise, Huaxia is definitely far superior to Neon Country.

"Four hundred eighty-nine thousand five hundred!" The staff of the organizer were also surprised by the number in their hands. This amount includes the amount of the dishes, plus the tips that diners take the initiative to pay, which is a huge amount of money.

"So many ......" Fang Zilu recalled the last amount of the bill he saw on the screen, "Wow", and said excitedly, "Our tip is tens of thousands of yuan!"

The kimchi national judges carefully checked the data on the list, nodded, and signed their names with a big stroke of the pen. He swept the expressions of several Chinese chefs who wanted to speak and stopped, pretended to turn his back and shook his head.

Fang Zilu couldn't hold back any longer, and raised his hand: "That...... Did we win?"

The kimchi national judge spread his hands and gave him a look of self-experience. Fang Zilu instantly collapsed his shoulders, and half of his anger was released. The judges are like that, and the results are definitely not very good-

Master Ah Huan kicked him: "We won't have any results until the total data of Neon comes out."

Fang Zilu: "?"

Zhang Hua also stepped forward, patted Fang Zilu's shoulder, and sighed, "You're still too young—"

Fang Zilu: "??"

The organizers set up a business competition that was originally a trap. To run a restaurant, you should consider from multiple dimensions, such as turnover, labor costs, and ingredients

Cost...... Sometimes, the higher the turnover, the bigger the loss, why? The costs are too high. In this final, although the test is the business turnover, at the end of the rules of the event, it is written in a line of small print: If the restaurant actually accounts for the loss, it will be judged as a loss.

A good operator should never look at the immediate interests, but take a long-term view.

There are not many people in the Huaxia team, even if Chu Liangwei is pulled over to help, there are only a few people, and the labor cost can be greatly reduced. On the other hand, the battle today is bigger than the previous days. It's no exaggeration to say that except for Takeda and his two or three henchmen, the rest of the people should have come over, right?

I guess there are more waiters than diners!

Speaking of the cost of ingredients, except for the Buddha jumping over the wall ingredients in the soup, which are slightly precious, the rest are ordinary ingredients. Even the fish fillets with Chef Lai's slices are all big carp that can't be cheaper.

It can be said that in today's competition, Huaxia completely relied on its superior cooking skills to bring diners a different food experience.

Zhang Hua's chef once said, "It is not uncommon for precious ingredients to make delicious food, but it is strange that you can use the most ordinary ingredients to make precious flavors."

The same words, Zhang Hua also heard in Yu Jian's mouth. So he admired this little girl from the bottom of his heart, how rich experience she should have to have such an understanding.

And she is only a college student in her twenties.

"What do you mean?" Fang Zilu still didn't understand, and turned his head to ask Chef Lai.

Chef Lai knocked on his brain and complained, "You still open your own restaurant!" With your pig brain, it's estimated that you'll be bankrupt in less than two months!"

Fang Zilu: "???"

If you don't say it, don't say it! Why are you still personally attacking?!

In the neon restaurant next door, the beer judges took the list handed over by the staff and glanced at it at a glance.

"Four hundred and ninety-one thousand...... he softly spat out a number, Watanabe's eyes lit up, and he just wanted to smile with satisfaction, and the next word made him almost collapse on the seat.

"Lose." The Beer National Jury said without any emotion.

Watanabe rose up angrily and shouted, "Impossible! I've just asked, and there are only 480,000 in Huaxia!" He stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the beer judge, and said viciously, "It's obviously more neon than them, how can it be a loss?"

The Beer National Jury looked at him like a fool, squeezed his presumptuous hand, and slowly pushed hard. After only holding on for two seconds, Watanabe let go of his hand under the pressure of his huge force, and suddenly shook his slightly numb wrist again.

His eyes widened, waiting for the judges' explanation.

Unexpectedly, the beer judges ignored him at all, frowning and arranging the bow tie with a loose neckline, and even giving him a stingy look.

"Hey, bro. Look here." The Maple Leaf National Judging Committee next to him didn't dislike the excitement, so he took out a few pieces of paper from the file bag, flipped to the middle, and pointed to a row of small characters for him to read.

"If you lose a comprehensive assessment, even if your turnover is higher than that of other teams, you will be judged to be a ......loser," Watanabe muttered, and immediately turned his face away, "No! You added it privately, and I haven't seen it at all!"

Bing Dog! They know!

The judges of the Maple Leaf Country snapped their fingers, and a staff member presented a video, which was the scene of the Neon Country signing the competition contract, and every action was very high-definition. Immediately afterwards, the Maple Leaf National Jury turned to the end of the contract and clicked again.

Dairo Takeda.

A neon dragon flying and phoenix dancing was so dazzling that it blinded Watanabe's eyes......