Chapter 8

"Sure, no problem."

Such a bowl of egg fried rice made Yuan Zhou want to have ten more bowls right now, after all, 188 RMB was really cheap for this.

Compared to the main ingredients, the oil was still relatively ordinary, but it also cost several hundred RMB per kilogram. However, compared to the main ingredients, this was really negligible, after all, it seemed that the Xiangshui rice and eggs were something that money couldn't buy.

But it was really a waste, such precious ingredients were actually used to make egg fried rice.

He obediently put 200 RMB in the cash box, and it instantly disappeared, leaving only 12 RMB. This scene made Yuan Zhou's heart ache, but thinking about the imperial Xiangshui rice and Kobe eggs he was eating, he felt a bit better.

After all, he was also someone who ate imperial food, so he couldn't be so stingy.

"System, I think we're selling it too cheap. We should raise the price."

Thinking that he could only get 18.8 RMB per bowl, and considering how precious these ingredients were, Yuan Zhou's heart was bleeding. He immediately suggested this.

The system displayed: "Host's level is too low, cannot set the price."

"..."

"How many levels are there in total? The higher the level, the more I get, right?" Seeing the level, Yuan Zhou suddenly remembered the profit-sharing.

The system displayed: "Level is too low, full effect is insufficient. Chef level details can be unlocked at level 1."

"Never mind, it's fine. Anyway, I don't need to provide the ingredients or pay rent, so 18.8 RMB is pure profit." Yuan Zhou looked at the outside hall and thought rationally.

"Wait, why are there only eight chairs outside? Are there no more chairs?" Suddenly, he noticed that except for the chairs at the curved long table, the rest were occupied by flower stands.

This made it impossible for Yuan Zhou to accept, as he wanted more tables and more customers for better business.

The system displayed: "Host's level is too low, can only unlock eight chairs."

It was a straightforward and unpretentious explanation, but Yuan Zhou really wanted to hit someone.

"Can I buy more chairs? I think there's room for two more." Yuan Zhou looked at the long table with only four chairs and asked, feeling heartache.

The system displayed: "Non-system-provided items cannot be served food."

"Fine, you're a jerk."

Yuan Zhou bluntly criticized the system. At this moment, a new task flashed in his mind.

[Task 1]: Sell 100 bowls of god-level egg fried rice within seven days. Timer starts. (As a junior chef, 100 bowls of egg fried rice is a small task.)

[Task Reward]: God-level egg fried rice set

"What's included in the set?" Yuan Zhou got straight to the point.

The system displayed: "One bowl of god-level egg fried rice, one plate of pickled radish, and one bowl of seaweed soup."

In general, shops provide seaweed soup and pickled radish for free. Now, adding these two items and calling it a set, Yuan Zhou asked curiously, "So, what's the price of the set?"

The system displayed: "Please complete the task first, host."

As soon as the words appeared, Yuan Zhou noticed that the countdown for Task 1 had already started.

"Are we starting business today? I haven't even made a sign yet." Yuan Zhou looked at the system's timer and said in surprise.

The system displayed: "As a level 0, you do not qualify for a sign."

"Without a sign, who will know what I do?" Yuan Zhou was too lazy to criticize the system, which had been belittling his level all along.

This time, the system did not answer Yuan Zhou's question, but the time was ticking away, creating a sense of urgency.

He looked down at his short-sleeved T-shirt and dark blue casual pants.

"It seems I need to change clothes."

He went upstairs and started rummaging through his wardrobe. The white chef's uniform was not his style, especially since it had "Golden Qilin Hotel" printed on it, which was clearly not suitable.

At the bottom of the box, he unexpectedly found a Hanfu. This was something he had become interested in after graduation and had custom-made. It was a simple style with a top and bottom, narrow sleeves suitable for daily wear, and the colors were dark green and dark blue, which were easy to clean and durable.

Putting on the long-missed Hanfu, he felt refreshed. Looking at himself in the mirror, Yuan Zhou felt a sense of elegance.

"Knock, knock, knock"

He went down the stairs in a few steps.

Yuan Zhou took a deep breath, looked at the high-tech kitchen and the simple and elegant hall, and then pulled open the door.

There were few pedestrians on the street in front of the shop. He sighed and muttered to himself, "Well, it looks like I need to rely on other methods."

At 9:00 AM, the warm sunlight filtered through the gaps between the tall buildings and shone into the house.

"Yuan Zhou is open? You look very spirited today. Where are you going?" The neighboring shop owner, Mr. Tong, was the first to notice that Yuan Zhou had opened the door. He poked his head out and greeted him with a smile on his thin face.

"Good morning, Aunt Tong. I plan to start business today." Yuan Zhou smiled and politely responded.

Mr. Tong was surprised at first, then suggested, "Why don't you put two flower baskets at the entrance? It will make it more noticeable."

"Sure, thank you, Aunt Tong. I called before opening and they said they would deliver soon." Yuan Zhou kept his eyes on the pedestrians, thinking about how to sell 100 bowls of egg fried rice.

"What are you going to sell? Aunt Tong hasn't had breakfast yet." Mr. Tong saw Yuan Zhou's worried look and asked, thinking of his neighbor.

"Well, I only sell egg fried rice." Yuan Zhou thought for a moment but didn't directly mention the price to avoid explaining.

"No problem, Aunt Tong will have egg fried rice. Just cook a bowl and bring it over." Mr. Tong thought Yuan Zhou was shy about his first business and directly ordered.

Of course, he didn't ask about the price. After all, in Mr. Tong's mind, on such a small street, how much could a bowl of egg fried rice cost? Probably around 10 to 20 RMB.

The system displayed: "Due to the host's low level, takeout service is not available. All food must be consumed in the shop."

"System, can we still have fun? How can we do business like this?" Yuan Zhou's calm face instantly twisted.

The system displayed: "Please complete the task to unlock more permissions."

"I don't believe that such delicious egg fried rice won't sell." Thinking about the ingredients, Yuan Zhou regained confidence.

"Sorry, Aunt Tong, I can't provide takeout service. I haven't prepared any takeout boxes." Yuan Zhou looked at Mr. Tong and explained apologetically.

"Looks like this kid is shy about selling to me. Probably not very tasty." Mr. Tong muttered to himself but smiled and said, "Okay, forget it. I'll come to your shop next time."

"Sure, thank you for your support, Aunt Tong." Yuan Zhou didn't suspect anything and smiled in response.

"Beep, beep"

"Is this No. 14 Taoxi Road?" A delivery guy on an electric scooter with two flower baskets tied to the back asked Yuan Zhou.

"Is it from Xinxin Flower Shop? Yes, it's here."

Yuan Zhou went to check the flower baskets and found that they were all fresh and ordinary flowers. He helped the delivery guy unload them.

The flower baskets Yuan Zhou ordered were recyclable, not because they were half the price of ordinary flower baskets, but because they were more environmentally friendly.

"I'll come to collect the flower baskets in five days. Just don't damage them." The delivery guy reminded him and quickly disappeared down the road.

Looking at the shop, which had no sign but already looked like a new opening, Yuan Zhou began to imagine a scene of customers flocking in.

But Yuan Zhou, who had never done business before, didn't know that starting a business was difficult, and this was not just a matter of difficulty. After all, who would spend nearly 200 RMB to eat a bowl of egg fried rice at such a small, unassuming shop.

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