The next day, Su Zifang came back from purchasing fresh ingredients, pre-processed the meat, and mixed more than ten kilograms of noodles for later use.

Back in the lobby, as soon as I wrote down the menu for spicy toothpick meat, I heard a voice from the door, "Good morning, handsome boss."

Su Zifang looked up and saw that it was Zhao Xiaoman, and nodded: "Good morning, classmate Zhao. Thanks to your publicity yesterday, many classmates came to support you. I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat today."

"It's just a convenient thing, no need to do it. Besides, you have to thank Yang Qiong. She is the one who does the hard work of promoting it. I just took pictures along the way."

"Same, I'll invite both of you."

"Excuse me, Boss Su. Two bowls of Yangchun noodles and fried eggs." After Zhao Xiaoman finished speaking, he added: "She is coming later and asked me to order together."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't think you have such a big appetite if you didn't tell me." Su Zi made a harmless joke.

"Hey, Boss Su, what did you say to our Xiaoman so early in the morning?" Yang Qiong suddenly rushed in from the door, almost hitting the table in such a hurry.

"Boss Su said to thank us and treat us to dinner." Zhao Xiaoman pulled out the chair and asked Yang Qiong to sit down.

"Well, let me order the most expensive dishes in the store." Yang Qiong pointed to the menu board and marked it to the end.

"Hey! Boss Su, why are there so few dishes here?" Yesterday, she was invited by Shen Anyan to try the dishes, but she didn't look carefully. Just when she saw the menu, she realized that there were only six dishes, including snacks such as shrimp cakes and toothpick meat.

. Then he showed a pity look, "What a loss!"

"Didn't you watch the group yesterday?" Zhao Xiaoman replied on Su Zifang's behalf. "Everyone in the group asked about it yesterday. Boss Su said that we must insist on quality and will not sell anything that is not delicious."

"I didn't expect Boss Su to be so demanding. It's rare."

Su Zifang didn't say anything after hearing this, smiled, and went to the kitchen to prepare meals for the two of them.

The cut ingredients are all placed on the cooking table step by step. The cut noodles are boiled in boiling water for a few minutes, taken out, poured into cold water, and topped with a perfectly fried poached egg. Perfect!

When the trays were served, Zhao Xiaoman and Yang Qiong swallowed involuntarily.

Although Su Zifang's craftsmanship can only make B-grade Yangchun noodles, compared to the plain noodles in the school cafeteria, the taste is still a little bit better.

"Eat, I'll get you some food."

"Oh, okay, let's wait for Boss Su's food!" Zhao Xiaoman and Yang Qiong looked at each other, smiled and started waiting.

After all, the two of them missed the later business hours yesterday because they went back to school. They watched the live broadcast in the group again at night and were almost too hungry to sleep.

I came to the store early in the morning.

"Haha, Boss Su is open for business, we are the first table!" Yang Qiong posted a video in the group, showing a close-up of the noodles and fried eggs on the table.

"Devil, it's inhumane to put poison in the morning!"

"Woman, you have successfully aroused my appetite. Hurry up and pack a portion for me."

"So early? My sister, have you been waiting in line all night?"

"What? Boss Su is opening the door, wait, I'll be there soon!"

A message went viral in the group. Yang Qiong put down her phone and said with a bad smile: "I asked them to release poison late at night last night. Finally they are back with revenge."

After saying that, he put down his phone and started tasting Su Zifang's dishes.

The Yangchun noodles are still served in a large white pottery bowl, exuding a rich aroma of lard and wheat, while the fried eggs look like they were ripped out of an anime, with the egg whites holding the warm red yolks like clouds, the soup swaying, and the inside is runny.

Part of it is also swaying, and just looking at it makes people unable to withstand the temptation.

I casually took a photo and sent it to the group without bothering to retouch it. The gourmet duo started working together.

"It's delicious! It's so delicious! Compared with Boss Su's noodles, the school cafeteria is just like pig food!" Yang Qiong just swallowed the noodles and started to praise Su Zi.

Su Zifang, who was carrying the dishes, walked into the hall just in time. Hearing Yang Qiong's rainbow fart, he also blushed a little.

"Hey, Xiaoman, who do you think is better at making noodles between your dad and Boss Su?" Yang Qiong suddenly turned around and asked when Su Zi came in.

"Maybe it's Boss Su. After all, my dad doesn't eat noodles very much, and I don't remember him eating noodles." Zhao Xiaoman frowned and thought for a few seconds before speaking.

"Your father is also a chef?" Su Zifang asked in surprise.

He was used to seeing the family members of chefs from Old Nanfang who weighed 200 kilograms, so he became suspicious of the identity of the family members of chef Zhao Xiaoman who collapsed in front of him.

Yang Qiong added on the side: "Yes, Xiaoman's father opened a counter in our school cafeteria. The food he cooks is very delicious. The name is Zhao Ji Xiao Chao. Boss Su should come and try it when he has time."

"Okay...what? Zhao Ji Xiaochao!" Su Zi's eyes widened.

"Hmm? Is there any problem?" Zhao Xiaoman raised his head.

"Uncle, is the pot-roasted pork particularly delicious?" Su Zifang was still determined to find out for himself.

"Special! Special! Good! Eat!" Yang Qiong responded online, "One piece of meat can finish a bowl of rice. It is the best dish sold in our canteen. It is sold out before half past twelve every day."

"Boss Su, why are you asking this?" Zhao Xiaoman looked confused.

"Mu Lu recommended it. It's very delicious. I want to try it." Su Zifang was embarrassed to say that he wanted to learn cooking, so he used it as a shield.

"Oh, he. Got it. Then come tomorrow and I'll ask my dad to make one." Zhao Xiaoman waved his hand to indicate the small problem and continued to eat noodles.

"Haha, Boss Su, you have made a profit. Uncle Zhao's store is usually very popular. Except for Xiaoman's appearance, no matter who goes there, there is nothing left. This time he actually took the initiative to help you arrange it."

"Shut up and eat noodles!" Zhao Xiaoman pinched Yang Qiong's ears to interrupt her subsequent words.

It happened that new diners came to the store, and Su Zifang didn't stop at the two of them and stepped forward to greet them.

Another full day.

…

At night, Su Zifang opened the panel, and the system prompts came into view.

[The host should repay debt this month: 200,000 yuan, current income: 17,995 yuan.]

[The task of making money every day is completed, the system rewards 100,000 yuan, current income: 117,995 yuan.]

What a great word for "huang".

After thinking about it, I posted a screenshot of my daily income on WeChat Moments: "I'm so tired. Why should I bear this kind of fatigue and wealth beyond my age? I really don't want this kind of life!"

"Superior dogs get out of here!"

"If you don't give me a red envelope, I will report you for fraud!"

"Senior Su is so awesome, come on (*^o^*)"

Su Zifang looked at the familiar avatar of Pikachu and fell into deep thought. Who is this? Why is it that he has no impression at all, but he still likes his friends in seconds every time? Does he like himself?

"How about asking?" As soon as Su Zifang's idea emerged, he strangled it in the embryo.

If others pay so much attention to me, if I ask who you are? I'm afraid that I will be linked to the Old Southern Post Bar for human flesh in a matter of minutes.

"Ding."

A WeChat message popped up, "Don't forget it, Boss Su, at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

The sender is Zhao Xiaoman, followed by an emoticon of a pot of pork, with the sauce still sizzling in the pot, which is very tempting.

"Definitely." Su Zifang resentfully sent back an online hot pot eating gif.
Chapter completed!