Chapter 13: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Boss, I queued for half an hour, how is it all gone!"

"I was just about to get mine, you tell me the soup dumplings are gone? Boss, answer me! lookinmyeyes! tellme, why? babywhy?"

"Boss, make some more! We can wait!"

The diners who hadn't bought any looked at those eating heartily at the tables in the hall, practically drooling.

Only able to watch others eat, the aroma was so fragrant, yet they themselves couldn't eat any.

How uncomfortable that feeling was!

Not only the customers who hadn't bought any, but even those sitting at the tables in the hall who had originally been eating heartily.

Upon hearing the soup dumplings were sold out, their eating speed inevitably slowed down.

As if every soup dumpling had become more precious.

"The filling is gone, I can't make them even if I wanted to."

Lu Feng truly witnessed the power of foodies today.

He originally thought a whole basin of filling might not even be used up.

As a result, it wasn't even eleven o'clock yet, and not a scrap of minced meat was left.

Who would have thought that on the very first day of opening, the soup dumplings would be so popular.

"If the filling is gone, just chop some more, it's just waiting a little longer."

"Right, such delicious soup dumplings, it's worth waiting any length of time!"

The diners still weren't giving up, looking as if they wouldn't rest until they ate some.

"Um... business hours are almost up." Lu Feng said helplessly.

It wasn't that he didn't want to keep making filling, but rather that when he bought ingredients today, he discovered the System Mall's daily supply of ingredients was limited.

"Boss, do you believe I'll cry for you?"

Among the crowd, a diner made a drooling expression.

It was just...

This person was 1.8 meters tall, with a body like an iron tower.

Plus his thick full beard.

Lu Feng couldn't help but get goosebumps all over.

"Boss, your soup dumplings sell too fast, limiting two portions per person is too much, I suggest limiting by age, tomorrow only allow customers who are 22 years old to buy."

"Good grief, why don't you just say only you can buy, and everyone else is limited?"

"Right, I think we can do this, limit those over 1.8 meters tall to two portions, everyone else limited to one portion!"

"Damn! You're so great, you're so high and mighty! Short people have no human rights, right?"

"Those who can eat should buy a little less, I suggest those weighing over 130 can only buy one portion!"

"What's wrong with being a bit fat? Did you eat my family's rice?"

The crowd, unable to get soup dumplings, started making suggestions one after another, and those with different positions immediately began arguing.

Lu Feng listened helplessly as everyone spoke one after another, not expressing any opinion.

When the argument gradually died down, he then spoke loudly to everyone.

"Those who didn't get any, sorry, I didn't prepare enough today, everyone come buy again tomorrow."

Seeing the boss say that, those diners couldn't say anything more.

Actually it wasn't the boss's fault; if anyone was to blame, they could only blame themselves for not coming early enough.

"What time does the boss open tomorrow? I'll come early." A diner in the crowd asked.

"This week it's open from 9 PM to 11 PM."

"Open at 9 PM? What about daytime?"

"Closed during the day."

Most diners were very puzzled.

Such delicious soup dumplings, why only sell them at night?

"Boss, you really have personality, but looking at your culinary skill, I won't complain."

"Boss, you only open for two hours a day?"

"Boss, Uncle is someone who's been there, listen to Uncle's advice, while you're young, work hard and earn more money, so you won't regret it in the future!"

Lu Feng smiled bitterly and couldn't explain.

He of course understood the reasoning, who made it so time was set by the System?

The queuing diners gradually dispersed, carrying deep regret and unwillingness.

A few tables of customers who hadn't finished eating remained in the hall.

After a while, the diners in the hall finished the soup dumplings, leaving with satisfied smiles, reluctantly departing one after another.

Lu Feng's shop returned to calm again.

As closing time approached, a middle-aged man walked in from outside.

Wearing a suit and tie, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a workplace elite.

Wang Zhiqiang worked at an office building nearby, and was a project manager at a game design company.

Don't look at how he could pull in several tens of thousands a month in salary; in reality the work was exhausting to death.

996 was the norm; sometimes when it got busy, getting home by midnight was already not bad.

Long-term late nights and overtime caused him, not yet forty, to have not much hair left on top of his head.

Today as usual he worked overtime; only now did he just come out of the company.

Passing by Food Street he suddenly remembered that tonight he had been so busy he even forgot to eat dinner.

He randomly found a spot to park the car; Wang Zhiqiang picked a shop that looked pretty clean, planning to eat something before going back.

These two days his wife took the kids out traveling; going back there was also no one to prepare food for him.

Walking in and seeing the shop's renovation, Wang Zhiqiang was very satisfied.

Just then Lu Feng walked out from the kitchen, seeing yet another customer had come.

"Boss, is there a menu?"

Without waiting for Lu Feng to speak, Wang Zhiqiang sat down on his own and asked.

"Business hours are almost up; I'm about to prepare to close. Come again tomorrow." Lu Feng said politely.

Wang Zhiqiang was a bit disappointed, but could still understand.

Right now it's nearly eleven; it's perfectly normal for them to want to close.

He stood up crisply, turned around preparing to leave, when he saw the price list on the wall.

He felt it was a bit expensive, and secretly rejoiced that he hadn't eaten here.

Although Wang Zhiqiang's monthly salary wasn't small, at home there was a tiger wife; every month his salary had to be handed over honestly.

A month he only had five hundred yuan of pocket money.

One steamer of xiaolongbao fifty yuan; eating two or three meals and it would be gone.

He still had to save money to buy cigarettes!

Forget it; still going back to eat instant noodles is a better deal.

At exactly eleven o'clock, Lu Feng finished tidying the kitchen and walked out of the shop.

The big door behind the door automatically closed.

Although he only operated for two hours, so many diners still made him feel fatigue.

This late there were no more buses; Lu Feng simply hailed a car to go home.

Returning to the rental house, Lu Feng sat on the bed checking the mission completion progress.

Today a total of 150 portions of xiaolongbao were sold, one portion fifty, total income 7500 yuan.

Deducting ingredient and labor costs, these two hours netted Lu Feng over five thousand.

Lu Feng himself didn't dare believe it.

This is only the first day!

Then this month down, just selling xiaolongbao wouldn't that be over a hundred thousand income!

Isn't that way stronger than working 996 as an ox and horse earning those measly peanuts?

Lu Feng lay on the bed, carefully calculating in his heart.

Money earned from selling food is secondary; the main thing is still the mission reward.

If the next few days follow today's progress, in another two or three days the mission can be completed.

However he doesn't plan to do it that way.

Mainly these two hours he spun like a top non-stop; now his whole body aches unbearably.

The next few days xiaolongbao also won't worry about no buyers.

Since it's like this, every day actually doesn't need to sell that many; he himself can also be much more relaxed.

Thinking and thinking, the exhausted Lu Feng slowly fell asleep.

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The second day morning.

Still soundly sleeping Lu Feng was woken by a burst of phone ringing.

Dazedly he answered; from the other end came Li Jiang's voice.

"Fengzi, where are you? I brought friends to support your business!"

"I don't operate during the day; the day before yesterday didn't I tell you?" Lu Feng still not fully awake, mumbled.

"You told me... seems there's a bit of an impression!"

"Beep beep beep..."

"Fengzi? Hello? Hello!"