When Huang Dashan opened his eyes and woke up, it was already bright. He rubbed his sore forehead and asked, "When is it?"
"It's afternoon."
Pat the willow table under your butt,
"Xiao Linzi's craftsmanship is very good. This thing is quite comfortable to sleep on."
Bai Qiongshou was very angry at Master Shan's appearance.
"Do you fucking know what you did yesterday?"
There was a lot of green outside the willow pavilion. Mr. Shan stretched himself, grabbed a red bean fruit and took a few bites.
"I drank some wine...after I finished...and took a nap...I don't remember..."
"Do you still know that you drank some wine? Mr. Lin said that you drank the Five-Colored Snake King Wine. Are you crazy or do you want to die? How many lives does Huang Dashan have that you can go through so much?"
Master Shan shook his head nonchalantly and burped.
"I'm not dead yet. If you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky. Come and see...am I already a fourth-level mutant?"
"You're so big!"
Mr. Huang was agitated, felt for a while, and then yelled, "Fuck~!"
"Why did my protagonist's aura lose its effectiveness!"
He, Mr. Huang, racked his brains with bribes and gifts, and finally almost drained his own blood, but he didn't advance?
"This is impossible, this is impossible!"
"My sixth sense tells me clearly that the Five-Colored Snake King Wine can definitely break through the ranks!"
Seeing Huang Dashan's appearance, Bai Qiongshou couldn't help but start muttering in his heart. Could it be that this guy was dumbfounded by the strange bird? Why did he become so nagging when he came back?
"Did your sixth sense tell you that with the halo above your head, you are the king of the world?"
On Lin Chou's side, the system prompted to refresh on time.
"Friendly reminder: The last day of this month is about to pass. The boss's little secret mission is updated. The remaining time to complete the mission of Spending Money is ten natural months."
"Current turnover, total circulation points: 56759953, total points: 26750053.
The zero-level store business quota has been met, currency measurement: 000, point measurement: 000.
Failure to complete the basic turnover of the month will be punished accordingly according to the missing proportion. Currently, rewards for the excess turnover are: +68 for all attributes, random rewards, and 1 magic plant mutagenesis catalyst. "
Just from the multi-million dollar bet at the beginning of the month, Lin Chou earned 27 million. Coupled with the 10 million deposit from the Research Institute, the restaurant's turnover this month will reach more than 40 million points.
Although the long series of numbers may seem like a thrilling rush of adrenaline, excluding unstable factors, the restaurant's income has not actually seen any encouraging growth.
The 10 million from the Research Institute and that big gamble don't happen every month.
Lin Chou had a golden, grasping light in his eyes. It was absolutely impossible to continue like this, and he had to find a way.
....
Early the next morning, Lin Chou prepared all the ingredients for breakfast.
The staple food is the scallion pancake that Master Sikong named by name and got into the menu of the restaurant through a little secret mission. Speaking of which, the energy of this scallion pancake is quite rough. It can be called sad scallion pancake!
The scallion pancakes are paired with the fragrant and mellow pig blood soup, plus a small dish of vinegar-soaked purple amaranth and red peppers, ensuring that anyone who comes to such a breakfast will be full of energy. .
The soup was boiling in the cauldron, and the scallion pancakes were baked and placed in the bamboo basket. When a guest came in, Lin Chou asked how many pancakes he wanted, then served a bowl of soup and a plate of side dishes.
When it's Shan Ye's turn,
"Hey, this kid has enlightened himself today. He finally realizes that soup and cakes are a perfect match?"
Lin Chou expressed no pressure about eating pig blood soup with steamed buns for breakfast, but it finally fulfilled a few people's small wishes.
"How many cakes do you want...huh? Leng Han?"
Looking up, Leng Han was looking at Lin Chou with eyes as clear as ice crystals.
Today, she no longer wore that dazzling dress, but a simple women's shirt with jeans, and calf-length boots that showed off her astonishingly slender legs.
"Ahem, why are you here..."
Although Leng Han had a cold face, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, which probably meant that she had smiled.
He pulled out the dirty-faced Zhao Ziyu from behind and said, "Take him home... Just two scallion pancakes, two bowls of soup, and two plates of side dishes."
"Oh! Take it..."
When the few guests sat down to eat, Huang Dashan picked up a bright red chili from a small plate.
"I only have two chili peppers??"
That tone, that tone, was like asking me why there was no beef in my beef noodles.
Everyone is thinking about whether your status is good or not, and you have to worry about how many peppers you have.
Uncle Huang pointed at Leng Han's small plate,
"Why does she have so many?"
Lin Chou was speechless and choked, and said quietly,
"If there are more peppers, there will naturally be less of other dishes."
The plate was only as big as the bottom of the bowl, so naturally it couldn't hold much.
Huang Dashan groaned and studied the food in front of him carefully.
"It's a lot, but not much..."
After Mr. Huang showed off like this, everyone who was a regular customer didn't know what kind of evil this guy was doing, so they burst out laughing.
"Boss Lin, let's have another pig's blood soup, more ham and more pig's blood, not too spicy!"
"Boss Lin, after you finish the soup, can you add some meat?"
"Boss, can the boss lady pack it?"
"The brother in front has passed. You have to pack it up and take it away after eating it?"
...
Young Master Zhao stood up dejectedly, "Brother Chou, I'll go to the back and wash up first..."
How many days have you been holding on? Anyway, Young Master Zhao has not escaped the clutches of the devil after all, and what is supposed to come will come.
When the two people came to the back, Young Master Zhao burst out,
"Lin Chou, you have gone too far. The young master regarded you as a friend, but I didn't expect you to betray me."
Lin Chou, "..."
"I gave you all my belongings, and not only did you not even give me a meal, but you also secretly told my grandpa the news that I was hiding in the back mountain?"
Lin Chou, "???"
"If you do this, won't your conscience hurt?"
"If my cousin takes me back this time, my young master's reputation will be ruined. I will have no face to face Jiangdong's elders...Ahhh, I don't want to go home!"
"Forget it, it's over now. There's no point in talking any more. Lin Chou, you have to remember that it's you who owe me, Zhao Ziyu!"
Zhao Ziyu raised his feet and patted Lin Chou on the shoulder. He took the snow-white towel from his shoulder to wipe his face, and returned to the dining room step by step.
Lin Chou thought for a long time, chuckled, shook his head, called him a brat, and continued busy with the new customers.
After finishing this breakfast, it was time to clear out the restaurant, which was one of the reasons why the Research Institute was willing to offer high compensation.
Notices from Lin Chou and the Research Institute have been posted outside the door for two days.
