Zhao Xiaoman and Yang Qiong left within a few minutes after trying the dishes. In order to increase the credibility of the publicity, Su Zifang specially packed two large boxes of toothpick meat for them to take back for their classmates to taste.

"Miss Shen, do you think this method will work?" Seeing the two of them walking away, Su Zifang began to feel uneasy.

"It should be possible. Last time they did a store visit, and I heard that more than two hundred people visited in one weekend and spent tens of thousands."

"Oh, that's good." Su Zifang felt relieved after hearing Zhao Xiaoman's performance.

"By the way, what store did they go to last time?" Su Zifang suddenly became curious about what store has such great charm, so he would try it if he had the chance.

"Nail salon." Shen Anyan stretched out her hand and turned it over a few times, "It's really good."

"Well... yes, it's pretty good." Su Zifang opened his eyes and choked out a sentence, praying in his heart that he could achieve such high popularity even if he didn't speak a word.

"How do you plan to sell toothpick meat?" Shen Anyan lightly touched the table with her index finger and glanced at the menu above the counter.

"The choices are all leg meat, and the cost is not low. How about 15 yuan a portion?" Su Zifang took out his notebook and roughly calculated the cost and said.

"As long as you don't lose, that's fine." Shen Anyan didn't answer.

Life experience tells her that when it comes to giving advice to others, you can give methods, but you must keep a distance when making decisions. Otherwise, if others listen to your words and it doesn't work, they may be talking behind their backs.

"Well, I think 15 yuan a serving should be okay. You can also arrange a set meal, and you can get a shrimp cake for 20 yuan."

"No, I want to make a couple's package, so that's okay..."

Half an hour later, Su Zifang excitedly took out the billboard and began to display his dog-gnawed fonts.

“Our store is open and there are activities going on, come in and find out more…”

Shen Anyan glanced at Su Zifang for a few times, but couldn't help but patted Su Zifang's shoulder. She took out the pen in his astonished eyes and said, "Forget it, let me write it."

"Good news: We have a big discount for the opening of our store. Toothpick meat is 15 yuan per portion. For an additional 5 yuan, you can get a shrimp cake as a gift." Within a few seconds, a billboard written in standard advertising style stood in front of Su Zifang. There is also a circle of decoration painted around it.

"Okay, there's nothing going on here. I'm going back first. Come on, Boss Su." Shen Anyan stretched out and shook her neck lazily.

"Thank you, thank you! I'll treat Miss Shen to dinner after I've been busy for the past two days." Su Zi happily moved the billboard outside the door and shouted towards Shen Anyan's back.

After sending Shen Anyan away, Su Zifang started preparing the ingredients for toothpick meat and shrimp cakes.

Because he didn't know Zhao Xiaoman's ability to carry goods, he didn't dare to prepare more materials. After preparing 100 copies, he started playing Happy Xiaoman. It had been several days and he still hadn't passed level 191 with three stars, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Just after playing for a few minutes, there was a sound outside the door: "Is the handsome boss here?"

The next second, several boys who looked like they were still in school rushed into the room, looking at the food without saying anything.

"How many of you, what would you like to eat?"

"Toothpick meat!" Several people shouted in unison. After saying this, they probably felt a little embarrassed that so many people only ate one portion of toothpick meat, and they rubbed their noses and scratched their heads in embarrassment.

"Hey, boss handsome, the store is not expensive."

"It seems true."

"Wait a minute, do we still have to save food?"

"You still have to save money. Let's get one of each item first and then make a decision after trying it."

"The dormitory leader is still wise, so let's do it!"

…

Su Zi put it aside and listened, saying something here and there, and finally understood the whole story.

It turned out that after Zhao Xiaoman posted a photo to the food team, Yang Qiong praised the toothpick meat very much, saying it was the best she had ever eaten, and it felt like pickled pepper-flavored popping candy in her mouth.

With this fairy-like metaphor, a few classmates who were addicted to spicy food actually hooked up and immediately skipped class and came over.

After knowing the origins of these people, Su Zifang immediately made a spicy toothpick meat and shrimp cakes as quickly as possible and served them.

"The other channels need to be slower, wait a moment."

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"Boss Su, please take your time, don't be in a hurry."

He spoke slowly, but in an instant, several pairs of chopsticks reached out to the plate together, with a... hand mixed in the middle?

"Lao San, you cheated!"

"Fuck him!"

In fact, there was no need to say hello. The other boys had already changed their posture when they saw an extra hand in the chopsticks, holding the chopsticks and waving them downwards.

I thought that the boy who stretched out his hand would retract, but in the end, his hand flexibly moved to the edge of the plate, pulled in the direction of extension, and actually pulled the plate back forcefully.

"Is this okay?" Su Zifang, who had not yet walked away, looked at the scene on the table with a surprised expression, and lamented that the physical fitness of college students today is indeed better.

In the past, there would never have been such a wonderful martial arts show. The one who grabbed the food would have been carried out sideways in less than three seconds.

Su Zifang shook his head, ignored the situation on the table, and returned to the kitchen to seriously focus on the other dishes.

"Ah! Oh! Spicy! Hiss!"

The sound of gasping came one after another from the lobby. After a pause for a few seconds, there was a sound of cheering. The sound of gasping came again, and so on.

The sound of Suzi in the kitchen was particularly pleasant, and even the cooking speed was much faster. In less than twenty minutes, four dishes, including steamed sea bass, sweet and sour pork loin, Yangchun noodles, and fried eggs, were brought out at the same time.

“It smells so good!”

"It's a pity that the boss doesn't cook Sichuan cuisine."

"Don't grab it, they're all... available!"

"Leave me a chopstick for the fish."

"Oh my, my! Do you still want to copy your homework in the future?"

There were constant flashes of swords and swords on the table, and Su Zifang heard the words clearly among the people arguing: "Boss, one more, no, three more toothpick meats, eight shrimp cakes, four bowls of Yangchun noodles, and five fried eggs."

"Okay." Su Zifang responded happily, as if he could hear the sound of white money falling into a bag.

The diners who came one after another amplified Su Zifang's joy several times.

"Boss, are you serving the food?"

"Brother, add a plate of steamed sea bass here."

"Handsome guy, we want two bowls of Yangchun noodles!"

"Spicy, spicy, boss, water! Water!"

…

seven hours.

Su Zi kept busy for seven hours and finally saw off the last wave of guests.

After he finished cleaning and closed the door, he even felt that this day's business was more difficult than opening cleaning.

"We must find a professional handyman in a few days." Su Zi thought about the recruitment matter in her mind, while opening the panel to check her turnover.

[The debt the host should repay this month: 200,000 yuan, current income: 6,925 yuan.]

Su Zifang:

Looking at the account balance, Su Zifang suddenly felt that today's efforts were all deserved. After all, the joy brought by the sudden increase in income by nearly 7,000 yuan in one day was enough to offset any physical exertion.

Although there is still some distance from the goal of 200,000 yuan, many diners today said they would continue to come tomorrow, and the publicity of Zhao Xiaoman and Yang Qiong is still fermenting. If there are no surprises, the daily income of the small business is over 10,000 yuan.

The goal may only be a day or two away.

"When we open early tomorrow, prepare more ingredients..."

Before she had time to settle down for tomorrow's daily routine, Su Zi tilted her head and fell asleep with the wonderful expectation of earning over 10,000 yuan a day.
Chapter completed!