Hua Zhao had already left the small door and went to the night market.
Pengcheng is now very large and has several night markets.
The stall where Zhang Guilan sets up is not far from here and is on the beach. It is very crowded at night and sells everything.
Not only food stalls, but also all kinds of snacks, snacks, toys, clothes, tape recorders and other random small and big things.
This is a small market.
It is open, and the center of the openness is Pengcheng. Free trade has been achieved here, and everyone can buy and sell things at will.
Hua Zhao had a great time shopping. She found that the market was more lively and lively than when she went shopping with Ye Shen not long ago.
She likes this kind of excitement.
She slowly walked to the food stall area and saw Zhang Guilan's stall at a glance.
Ye An's statement about "small" food stalls was wrong. Zhang Guilan's stall was particularly large. She visually estimated that there were at least 100 tables.
With so many tables, no wonder we can earn 3,000 a night.
There was a pergola set up on the stall, and the huge parasol seemed to be custom-made. Under the light, it was green... It said "Guilan Food Square".
Hua Zhao looked at the color speechlessly, but the green color was really eye-catching, and it looked cool in the summer.
She smiled, Zhang Guilan was so awesome, she even knew how to name her.
Guilan Food Court is indeed better than Zhangji.
Hua Zhao stood watching from a distance and found that the 100 6-seater tables were almost full, with people sharing tables and others waiting aside.
Looking at the other stalls, they were not only smaller than hers, but also not as crowded as hers, and they were sparsely populated.
The bosses who were traveling with me glanced at Guilan Food Court from time to time, with jealousy in their eyes, but they were helpless.
When you smell the fragrance wafting in the air, you know that you can't compare.
If it were them, they would go there to eat too.
Because of this aroma, the neighbors have more diners than other places. They have to thank Zhang Guilan...
Hua Zhao hadn't had dinner yet, so he wanted to go over and settle the matter.
She doesn't crowd tables, she takes out food.
But as I got closer, I realized that there was no takeout service at all.
Zhang Guilan was reminded and was pleasantly surprised: "Yes, I can prepare some disposable lunch boxes and sell them for a few percent more!"
"Are you too busy?" Hua Zhao asked.
Counting Zhang Guilan, there were four chefs in total. They were all so busy that their foreheads were sweating and they couldn't leave their hands with their spoons.
But there was no impatience on anyone's face.
Zhang Guilan shared dividends with them. In addition to the high monthly salary, the four chefs shared 10% of their daily turnover, and the other waiters shared 10%.
The more dishes you cook, the more money you make.
It's better if you are busy, otherwise they will cry.
"Then hire another chef!" Zhang Guilan said immediately.
One more person means more money, and the salary is only a small amount.
Hua Zhao looked at Zhang Guilan, who was full of momentum, smiled and said nothing.
"Here, this belongs to your grandfather. Bring it to him." Zhang Guilan fried a plate of clams and handed it to Hua Zhao.
"Grandpa is here too?" Hua Zhao looked around and finally found Hua Qiang and others in a corner near the sea.
Those new friends were still there, and from afar she saw the aunt in red talking eloquently.
She seemed to be very good at talking, and several people were made to laugh.
Even Hua Qiang laughed.
Hua Zhao knew that her grandfather had a very good sense of humor. In the past, she couldn't see a smiling face for half a year.
Well, of course it was before she was reborn.
Hua Zhao walked over with the dish in hand and happened to hear the aunt in red talking about herself.
"My wife passed away early, more than 20 years ago. At that time, my eldest son was only 5 years old and the second son was only 3 years old. In a blink of an eye, the eldest son had already started a family and started a business. It was only the second son who was worrying me. I still don't want to find him when he is 24 or 5 years old.
Object."
Hua Zhao paused. Can't you avoid this topic these days?
But yes, when old people are together, there is nothing else to talk about, either the past or their children.
