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722. Daily confrontation (1)

Chen Kezhou gritted his teeth secretly, okay, you can be proud now, and don't blame me for selling things later.

So, Chen Kezhou stopped talking and watched everyone in the mushroom house eating and drinking. He was calculating in his mind how much pickles he should collect later. Based on the breath he just received, he felt that the price was not high. The price was naturally

An assistant helped him check the market price range, and he originally wanted to charge at the lowest price in the market.

Now, Chen Kezhou is no longer happy.

He just wants to charge 60% of the lowest price in the market.



"Wow, it's delicious!" Wu Qian swallowed and ate a piece of fried pork, soup, meat fillings, and dough. All kinds of flavors exploded in her mouth, and every cell in her body was telling her pleasure and satisfaction.

"Phew, it's very delicious. Forgive me, I can only describe it as delicious." Gao Weiguang also exhaled a hot breath after eating a piece of pan-fried pancake. After all, it was a bit hot and he was convinced! Yesterday's hot pot and barbecue were okay for him.

He tried to convince himself that it was because of the seasonings, but today's breakfast really conquered him. No wonder... No wonder Reba kept missing this chef's food while filming. Even he... doesn't want to now.

gone.

Ling Rui smiled and put some cold cucumbers into the Ange bowl, "I need to eat more fiber."

"Okay." An Ge ate the flower melon obediently to cool down her mouth. She had already finished two pan-fried pancakes, because the pan-fried pancake in her bowl was the first among their group.

The pot is hot, so in terms of heat, it's just right in the mouth.

Delicious as always.

No, it tastes better than before.

Ange couldn't tell exactly how it was better than before. It just felt like it made her feel happy from head to toe. Even though she knew she would probably gain weight after eating this, she was still very happy.

Completely irresistible pleasure.

Seeing An Ge eating two of them so quickly, Ling Rui smiled and gave An Ge a piece of fried rice from his own bowl.

An Ge happily took it.

"Eh...envious." Reba felt sour.

Zhang Xincheng then silently handed one of his own to Reba.

Gao Weiguang looked at his bowl and decided to eat it first.

And Peng Peng also pinched one for Zifeng.

Huang Lei shook his head.

However, it is really delicious. The current Mushroom House is actually not afraid of the show crew at all. Just because Ling Rui is here, this hand is the best at any time.

After finishing the pan-fried pancake, Huang Lei cracked the tea eggs, ate the corn, then finished the tofu soup, and then... he was exhausted.

But when I think about it, I will have to do heavy work soon...

So he stuffed the bottle of milk on the table into his pocket, "I'll drink it later when I go to work in the fields."

"Yes, yes!" He Jiong quickly agreed, so he didn't have to worry about wasting it.

Seeing this, Mayday and others silently put the milk aside, preparing to drink it while working.

Within twenty minutes, everyone at the table was already paralyzed again after eating, with happy smiles on their lips and even their eyebrows stretched out.

In the morning, the temperature in the small village is not high and it is very comfortable. The breeze blowing from time to time brings a lot of refreshment.

A few minutes later, Huang Lei opened his eyes and said, "Okay, let's pack up. Peng Peng goes and takes out the scale. We are going to start selling pickles!"

So, those who work, those who work, move the scales.

Huang Lei clicked on the jars in the yard. There were fifteen large and small jars in total, which showed how many pickles they had made that day.

"Director?" Huang Lei shouted, "Director Chen, do you want to collect the pickles?"

"Take it." Chen Kezhou raised his eyebrows.

"How much?"

"One dollar per pound!"

"Wait a minute, what did you say?" Huang Lei looked at Chen Kezhou in disbelief, "Say it again?"

"I said, one piece per catty." Chen Kezhou said without fear, asking you to trick me for breakfast, asking you to only give me two fried pancakes, and asking you to charge me 20 yuan!

Huang Lei was silent for a moment, "Let's not sell it."

"Pack it up, don't sell it, let's eat it ourselves." He Jiong immediately said, "One piece per pound?" Chen Kezhou could tell!

"Okay, let's have a few dishes for lunch, make soup, make tofu soup, and then fry the pork belly." Ling Rui thought for a while and said, "Let's taste it ourselves first."

"I think it's okay." Huang Lei agreed.

Mayday and the others were stunned. The pickles they made could only be sold for one piece per catty. So what was the point of them staying?

Do you want to eat white rice?

Although I feel quite happy eating white rice.

But one pound per pound is definitely an insult to the fruits of their labor!

"Director Chen!" Ashin looked at Chen Kezhou, "One dollar per pound, isn't it too much?"

"It's not too much. This is the price I charge. The takeout price will definitely be more than this." Chen Kezhou said very calmly, "Businessmen exchange what they have, but they have to make a profit."

Huang Lei sneered, "Try to tell each other if you have one!"

"Just give it a try." Chen Kezhou replied.

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

Soon, Peng Peng moved the scale over. He didn't know what happened when he moved the scale, "Here comes the scale!"

"Can we buy some glass jars and take them out?" Ashin said and looked at Huang Lei.

Huang Lei could only look at Chen Kezhou.

Chen Kezhou shook his head.

Because the rules of this season are like this, the guests cannot obtain funds from the outside world, otherwise it will not be difficult for them.

"Hahaha, don't be like this!" Reba suddenly laughed, "Director Chen, tell me, we are all so familiar, right?"

Chen Kezhou nodded.

"One yuan per catty is too low, at least two yuan, right?" Reba said immediately.

Everyone in Mushroom House:......

What's the difference between this and a pound?

Oh, there is still a slight difference, at least twice as much as one piece per pound.

But Huang Lei looked at Reba dumbfounded, what kind of operation is this! Two yuan is too low, okay?

"No, no, no." Zhang Xincheng quickly pulled Reba back, and Wu Qian immediately covered Reba's mouth, "Pang Di was just joking!"

In the mushroom house, there are only three people who call the shots, Huang Lei, He Jiong and Ling Rui.

Who else dares to make the decision instead?

If it were really two yuan a pound, Huang Lei would probably be very depressed if he was angry but couldn't be angry.

"Director Chen, a wise man doesn't speak secretly." Ling Rui immediately took a step forward, "Are you resenting the fact that there were only two fried dumplings in the morning?"

Chen Kezhou blushed. Can he admit this?

Of course not!

So he said, "No, how could I hold a grudge? This is just our matinee confrontation."

"Daily confrontation?" Ling Rui raised his eyebrows, obviously holding a grudge, "In this way, let's each take a step back and pay 4 yuan a pound, and then starting from tomorrow morning, we won't do any tricks for you at breakfast."

Chen Kezhou raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Lei.

Huang Lei also thought about it, and realized that four yuan a pound was actually one yuan more than he expected, because they had also searched for the price of pickles, and the base price was 3 yuan.


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