Li Youran broke out in a cold sweat. It seemed that his understanding of space was far from enough. He must not make any big problems, otherwise, the store he had worked so hard to open would be ruined.
He carefully observed the scene in the space. Last time, it should be because of the increase in crops grown in the space. The smell released by the crops affected the dense fog barrier. But now? Li Youran looked at the few cabbages left in the cabbage field and finally understood.
, there were too many cabbages harvested yesterday, and the new vegetable fields have just sprouted, and there is insufficient breath of organisms in the space, causing space degradation.
Li Youran wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. If that was all, it would be okay. After a few days, the crops in the new vegetable field will grow to a certain size and the space will be restored. God bless, this is a safe place for himself and the people around him.
Ben, if something happens, I will really cry without tears. It seems that I must use it carefully in the future, leaving enough space for the biological breath to be absorbed.
He couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up from the bed, put on his clothes, went to the bathroom, washed up hastily, and then went downstairs to the kitchen.
The kitchen is brightly lit, and Aunt Qi, Uncle Qi, Sun Xiaoying, Feng Daniu, and Zhao Cuihua are all busy preparing for today's business.
Aunt Qi looked up and saw Li Youran, and found that he was different from usual. His face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and he looked worried.
"Ranzi, are you feeling uncomfortable? Go get some more sleep, we have enough manpower." Aunt Qi asked with concern.
"Brother Youran, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?" Sun Xiaoying stopped what she was doing, walked over, and stretched out her little hand to touch Li Youran's forehead.
Li Youran avoided Sun Xiaoying's hand, smiled at everyone, and said:
"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night, don't worry."
Feng Daniu and Zhao Cuihua also advised him to rest. Looking at these companions, Li Youran felt warm in his heart. He was no longer alone, and he had the responsibility to make the people around him live a better life.
"Okay, thank you for your concern. I'm going to rest. However, due to insufficient supply of raw materials, today's buns will be reduced by 20%. The vegetables on the shelves must be used sparingly. Aunt Qi, please make arrangements so that these cabbages will last at least three days.
That's it." After Li Youran finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen to the second floor.
People in the kitchen looked at each other. Aunt Qi sighed. It seemed that there was a problem with the supply of raw materials. It was a pity that the steamed buns were so popular. The others talked for a while, but no one said anything, so they had to continue working.
After several days of tracking and surveillance, nothing was found, and Wu Mao also lost patience. He asked the waiter to continue watching, and returned to La La.
For noodle restaurants, organize service staff and arrange promotional activities.
At ten o'clock in the morning, against the background of festive music, a large red banner was hung at the door of Wu Ji Ramen Restaurant, with the words "Welcome the New Year, repay true love, Wu Ji 20% off big reward". On both sides of the banner were eight red lanterns. Four people
Welcoming ladies wearing ribbons stood on both sides, distributing flyers to passers-by with a cheerful smile.
The promotion still attracted many customers, and the lobby on the first floor of Wuji Ramen Restaurant was much busier than before.
However, it is completely different from the long queue in front of the Youran Farm Steamed Bun Shop. Moreover, not only has the price of the steamed bun shop remained unchanged, the new announcement also limits the number of purchases per person to six.
Wu Mao decided to go into battle personally and persuade the old customers he knew in the long queue.
"Hey, isn't this Lao Zhang? Why, are you off today?" Wu Mao smiled and said to a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face.
"Yes, I have a day off today. I came here with my son." Lao Zhang also smiled. He used to be a frequent customer of Wu Ji Ramen Restaurant, so he naturally knew Wu Mao.
"Haha, this is your son, he is so handsome." Wu Mao smiled and bent down, trying to touch the head of the little boy next to Lao Zhang. The little boy stepped back with a sullen face and avoided it.
"Haha, the little guy is still alive. Lao Zhang, our ramen restaurant is having an event today, with a 20% discount on ramen, stir-fries, and hot pot. It's a rare opportunity. How about you come and try our new flavors?"
Wu Mao stood up straight and turned to the topic.
"This, let's do it next time, I came to the bun shop today. Haha." Lao Zhang said apologetically.
Wu Mao shamelessly continued to persuade, but Lao Zhang couldn't save face and seemed hesitant.
The little guy became anxious when he saw this. He rushed to Wu Mao and shouted:
"I don't want to eat broken ramen! It tastes so bad, I want to eat farm buns!"
The little guy's immature voice was loud and urgent, and spread far and wide, and the people in the team suddenly became happy.
Wu Mao's face turned red and white, and he was angry but did not dare to show it.
Lao Zhang pulled his son over and angrily said:
"Don't talk nonsense, wasn't it delicious when I took you to eat Lao Wu Ramen before?"
"I don't want it, Qiangqiang, Lili, little monkey and the others live close by. They can eat farm buns every day, and they are always greedy for me!" The little guy refused to accept it and continued to yell.
Lao Zhang kicked his eyes to stop his son, turned around and smiled awkwardly at Wu Mao, and said:
"Children are talking nonsense, Xiao Wu, don't mind it. Let's do it next time. I will definitely go next time."
Wu Mao forced a smile on his face, chatted with Lao Zhang, and turned around to walk towards the door of Wu Ji's store. After stepping onto the first step of the store, he stopped and turned to look at the signboard of the bun shop, with anger pouring out of his eyes.