Wow.

Chen Xu pulled up the rolling gate, turned on the switch, and the LED light hanging at the eaves of the door illuminated, illuminating the open space in front of the door clearly.

"Okay, today's goal is to protect the capital."

Chen Ziqi, wrapped in a red down jacket, burst out a white mist and put his hands together. After saying that, she moved the table and chairs out and placed them on the open space in front.

Today is the third day of the noodle restaurant. The number of customers on the first day was six and the turnover was ninety. The number of people on the second day was eight and the turnover was one hundred and fifty. The extra thirty yuan was Chen Xu who added more tea egg products, two or five, which was really bad.

After learning about the pricing of tea eggs, she also overturned her previous speculation that Chen Xu's profit margin was definitely more than 100%. The cost of an egg is only 50 cents at most. Including various seasonings and gas fees, it is only 70 to 80 cents at the highest, and it is sold at 200 cents, which is more than 300 cents.

With a scientific attitude, she specially found Chen Xu's shopping receipt, which showed that the noodle he used was twenty yuan per box, the net weight was 2.5 kilograms, and there were thirty pieces of bread in total.

In this way, the cost of a bowl of noodles is so low.

After discovering this truth, she felt that it was superfluous for her to worry about him. Theoretically, as long as the turnover reaches 200, she would never lose money.

Of course, this is not cost-effective, and the two of them are doing nothing.

"Hey, it's you again."

As soon as Chen Ziqi set up the tables and chairs, she saw the man who was waiting for them to come and open the door yesterday. This time, he brought his girlfriend with him again.

The person who came was Yan Qing. He said to Liu Bing, "Look, I really didn't lie to you. This noodle restaurant only serves midnight snacks and will not open until the evening."

Liu Bing said in surprise, "There is such a weird noodle restaurant."

"Huh, cough."

Chen Ziqi coughed heavily, saying that she had heard what she had just said, and stepped forward and asked, "What do you guys eat?"

Yan Qing couldn't help but complain, "Is there anything else here?"

"Look there, our store's latest products, tea eggs, and seafood noodles." Chen Ziqi hung it beside the wall with a finger.

Yanqing and the others looked over and saw a small blackboard there with three products written in chalk, and the prices were marked at the back, including the signature fresh meat noodles, a medium bowl of fifteen, a large bowl of twenty, and a large bowl of twenty. Seafood noodles were twenty, a medium bowl of twenty, and a large bowl of twenty.

He asked, "You still have a big bowl?"

"Yes, I have."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Chen Ziqi blinked and said, "You haven't asked before."

Yan Qing was speechless, "It's the first time I've seen someone doing business like you."

"Then do you eat?"

Yanqing swore that if his girlfriend hadn't pulled him, he would have turned around and left. He would have been so angry to eat a bowl of noodles.

"Little sister, please give me two bowls of fresh meat noodles, big bowls." After Liu Bing said that, he pulled him to a leeward position.

Damn it, it turns out that this is so good to be quarrel with people like this. Especially when you see the other party still swallowing your anger and dare not refute it. It's simply.

Her eyes shined, as if she had discovered a new door.

After a while, the noodles came over.

Yan Qing came three times and finally could taste the noodles from this restaurant. I was a little excited to think about it. He didn’t want to eat it too much, he was completely curious. Why did his girlfriend like this noodles with clear soup and water?

When the noodles were brought to him, he couldn't help but want to complain again, "This is a big bowl? Isn't it the same size as the medium bowl last time?"

"But the amount of noodles has increased and there is an extra piece of meat, which is so cost-effective." Chen Ziqi replied.

"Then at least change to a bigger bowl."

"Good idea." Chen Ziqi said, leaving like that.

Yanqing listened to her perfunctory tone, and she felt the urge to lift the table. What kind of waiter is this?

Opposite him, Liu Bing had already started eating, and his relish made him endure this breath again. No matter what, the most important thing is to be able to eat with his girlfriend.

He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, picked it up, and tasted the soup first. His expression suddenly changed slightly.

Objectively speaking, it is very delicious, like the taste of fresh chicken soup, but it is even lighter and suddenly arouses people's appetite.

In this case, a portion of noodles is not expensive for fifteen yuan.

He picked up the chopsticks and ate a bite of noodles. It was okay, it was not as bad as he thought. It tasted really good with the noodle soup.

"Boss, do you have any chili?" He asked after taking a few bites, and then he tasted it.

"No." Chen Ziqi didn't raise her head either.

"Ah?" Yan Qing wanted to say something, but in the end, she closed her mouth consciously. Even if there were no peppers, she could still put it in her mouth.

…………

It was past eleven o'clock. Chen Ziqi was yawning, looking at the lively barbecue stall next door, and then looking at his empty shop, pouting and muttering, "What's the good thing about barbecue? These people really don't know the goods. How great is our noodles."

Chen Xu, who was sitting at the door looking at his phone, raised his head, breathed in his palm, and said, "It's too cold today, let's close the stall early."

Chen Ziqi shook her head, "No, we are still fifty dollars away from us to get the money. If you start a little later, there will definitely be someone coming."

While talking, a man walked in.

"Look." Chen Ziqi jumped up suddenly, "Hello, what do you want to eat."

The man was about thirty years old, with a round face and a tightly wrapped body. He glanced at the small blackboard and said, "Give me a bowl of fresh meat noodles in the middle of the bowl."

"Okay, wait." Chen Ziqi showed a sweet smile and ran to the kitchen to wait.

After a while, she came out with the noodles, "Please use your noodles slowly."

When the man looked at the bowl of noodles, Chen Ziqi next to him could tell from his expression that he must be a very picky guest.

The man looked at it for a few seconds before picking up the chopsticks, picking up a piece of noodles, and not eating them. After observing for a second or two, the chopsticks gently squeezed the noodles.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl, put it in front of his nose and smelled it before delivering it to his mouth and tasted the soup.

He closed his eyes, as if he was savoring the expression on his face that he didn't care about it had a significant change.

Chen Ziqi next to him was stunned. What's going on?

Could it be here to find fault?

"boss."

The man opened his eyes, which was a little scary. He put down the bowl and shouted loudly.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Ziqi already regarded him as someone who came to make trouble, with a look of vigilance.

I heard the man say angrily, "Package fifty portions of this noodles for me and take them away."

“Huh?”

Chen Ziqi looked dull.

Package, fifty portions?

I heard it right?

What's going on?

PS: Before I knew it, this book has 200,000 words. Let’s talk about my thoughts.

I have been writing books for many years now. I have been thinking about what I lack the most. If I have the ability to express words, at least in online literature, I think I am qualified. Looking back at the plane gate I wrote a few years ago, the words are OK.

In fact, every time I write a book, I feel that I gain something. I found that my biggest problem lies in rhythm. The few books I have written actually have no real main line. There are major problems with each book and rhythm.

The first plane gate, the highest/tide is when the protagonist won the 100-meter championship. At that time, it was almost on the shelves. I originally wanted to write this plot during the time it was on the shelves, but unfortunately, I failed to stick to my own physiognomy and went ahead. After this orgasm, I found that there were fewer people following me, and my mentality was anxious, and the writing was a bit broken afterwards.

In the second book, the turning point of the winner's life was that the protagonist and Miao Xiuxiu determined their relationship. Too many readers reacted and liked this role. I still couldn't stick to my own ideas, so the protagonist confirmed his relationship with her, completely disrupting his outline. It collapsed again.

The third book is not listed, so I won’t talk about it. The fourth book, Another World, I stuck to my own ideas. Unfortunately, this subject has inherent flaws and eventually collapsed.

This book was tepid at the beginning, and when the first dream ended, it recommended votes, rewards, and various bursts. I was shocked.

It was also during that time that I thought a lot and finally understood what my problem was. I was too inflated. When I wrote a big high/climax, the data soared. I hoped to maintain this soaring state. I hope that every chapter would have such a response. In the end, I embarked on the evil path and opened my brains. Finally, I collapsed.

Back to this book, the first dream was written too well, and everyone hoped that I would maintain this level later. After thinking carefully, I felt it was impossible.

I started to conceive the first dream before the New Year. It took several months. At that time, I wrote a paragraph and felt it was not right. I could put it on it first. I read it again in two days. When I felt it, I continued to write it down. Halfway through writing, I felt that the heroine's character was deviated, so I deleted a few chapters and rewritten it again.

But now, there is no such condition at all. Before it is released, you can update 4,000 words a day, and you can't stop it. If you cut it for one day, you can lose your life. After it is released, you will get at least 6,000 words and the task is heavier. At this intensity, if I could maintain the level of my first dream, I would have already been platinum, and I still have to struggle like now?

Thinking of this, my mentality calmed down and I also had some insights into the rhythm.

To be honest, I have never been stuck since the book was uploaded, because I know the outline is in my mind. To what extent the plot is advanced, which characters appear, what kind of dialogues have with the protagonist, and I can write a chapter in one breath.

I am also a reader. I understand the mood of some readers. I feel a little uncomfortable in my style. If you urge me to update, raise, or even abandon the article, I can fully understand you. I don’t expect you to understand my difficulties as an author.

Reading books is a very personal thing. If you like it, you like it. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. It’s impossible that because of what good things your author said, I will force myself to read the books I don’t like, which does not exist.

My book should be more suitable for reading in one go. I can't keep chasing it anymore. I can only say that we have a fate but have not met it at a very appropriate time. I wish you can find more novels that suit you. I also hope that one day in the future, you will pick up this book again and continue your previous relationship.

Actually, I understand that some readers hope that the protagonist and Luo Xiyun will determine their relationship as soon as possible. However, if you do this now, it will be equivalent to the end of the book early. Because there is nothing to write later, the protagonist is like being put on a layer of shackles, and many plots can no longer be unfolded.

In other words, the plot of the two people living a sweet life is something I am not good at. I can’t write it myself for a long time.
Chapter completed!