An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

During these days, Lian Qingxue's appetite had been spoiled by Su Can. Now when he ate ordinary food, he suddenly felt that it tasted just average.

"There really is no harm without comparison. I really want to eat the food cooked by my brother!"

It's okay not to mention it, but when Chen Feng is mentioned, he can't help but complain: "How come these students at Jiangcheng University are like those released from the starvation prison?"

"We prepared so many ingredients, but they ate them all, and they didn't even leave us any side dishes!"

He was simply despised in his heart.

Lian Qingxue stuck out her tongue: "Who made my brother's craftsmanship so good?"

"But if I don't accompany you tomorrow, will you be able to make it?"

"I'm still here today, and you've made it this far."

There was worry in her eyes, and Su Can knew what she was thinking by looking at her expression.

He quickly interrupted her thoughts: "Sister, we are working so hard to make money now, not just to study hard."

"You can't ignore priorities."

Lian Qingxue knew that he had noticed her little thoughts, so she said nothing more and started eating obediently.

Chen Feng sighed: "You are right, we do have fewer manpower."

“The main reason is that there is only one chef, Su Can. Although he cooks food very quickly, the supply still exceeds the demand.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them (cgfd), Su Can said silently: "Actually, I have another idea.

"I would like to slightly change the daily limit of 100 servings."

"Are you going to change it a little bit?"

However, Su Can's next sentence directly broke Chen Feng's expectations: "I want to sell more."

“Before, due to the stall arrangement, the stalls could only be set up at fixed times every day.

"But now that we are in school, our time is much freer, and students' purchasing time is relatively flexible, so we can take advantage of the opportunity to sell more."

After the words fell, Chen Feng and Lian Qingxiang had no opinions yet.

Aunt Li from the window next door heard this and said with disdain: "I see you are so young, why are you so dark-minded?"

"All students here are using their parents' hard-earned hard-earned money. You are eager to earn more. You are really heartless!"

After saying that, she sighed hard.

The various types of curry rice served in the window next door have always been the trump card of the school cafeteria, and business is usually very good, with an endless stream of customers.

But after Su Can came today, their business plummeted, and not many people came to buy at all.

Some people are even willing to pay a high price to buy half of the egg fried rice in other people's hands, and are not willing to eat anything else.

This made Aunt Li full of envy and jealousy.

Su Can glanced at her and ignored her, continuing to discuss with Chen Feng: "Otherwise, should we consider doing something else?"

"How about making it in advance and reheating it when others come?"

Chen Feng obviously thinks that making egg fried rice is better because the ingredients are simple and it is quick to make.

If we do something else, I'm afraid the price will have to go up, and the student party will definitely not be able to afford it.

Su Can flatly refused: "No, we can't lower the quality no matter what."

If this is the case, then it is better to proceed as it is now.

"Then what do you mean..."

"I'm thinking about whether to make it in the form of a box lunch. Everyone can choose for themselves, and we'll do it."

Chen Feng touched his chin: "That's okay, but there are still many difficulties."