Don't think of rebirth.

It is raining tonight, although it is just a drizzle, but the temperature has dropped for two consecutive days and fewer people are coming to the snack street.

Fortunately, when Liu Siyuan was chatting with the guests last night, he noticed that many people were talking about topics like the cold weather, so he deliberately reduced the portions by 30% today.

So all his braised food was sold out today, with no left.

Even though his estimate was slightly off and could actually have been 10% higher, there was no need to regret the decision he had already made, as there was always more business to be done.

He closed his stall and went home, busy washing and scrubbing. When he received a call from Fan Ziran, he had no time to spare, so he shook the water off his hands, pressed the answer and hands-free buttons, and continued washing.

"Wow——" Fan Ziran started wailing, which scared Liu Siyuan: "What's wrong?"

"Let me tell you, my dad just looked at my account book and asked me questions that really made me dizzy!" Fan Ziran complained in a very angry tone.

"He asked me if I had a table of the purchase cost of each ingredient, if the price of a certain ingredient would increase, whether I planned to increase the price or find a substitute, and how I would explain the price increase to customers."

"Have you managed the consumption of consumables? For example, are the boxes used for packaging purchased on a weekly or monthly basis? If you purchase too much at one time, it may occupy working capital. You also need to pay attention to hygiene issues when storing them for a long time."

"Also, have you calculated the costs? You can't just assume the packages are good. You need to estimate all the combinations, take the overall costs into consideration, and set the prices based on the profit ratio..."

He talked a lot, and Liu Siyuan didn't have time to remember it, so he quickly said, "Wait a minute, I'll start recording."

"Oh, it's okay. I have already recorded what my father said and will send the recording to you later." Fan Ziran said.

He is the thief of the third shift, and recording is a necessary skill for thieves.

Liu Siyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He must seize the opportunity to get guidance from a successful person.

Even if you are setting up a street stall, this business knowledge is universal and can be of great use.

He then asked, "Did your father scold you again while he was talking?"

Fan Ziran replied: "Yes, I did!"

He answered so straightforwardly that Liu Siyuan was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard wrongly: "Then you are not angry?"

"I'm really not angry. Maybe it's because everything he said this time was right?" Fan Ziran recalled.

This time, Fan Yicheng also said some words like "no planning" and "no idea how to control costs", but to be honest, Fan Ziran didn't think it was an insult.

Fan Yicheng was just pointing out his problems and shortcomings in a normal way. Even though his tone was unpleasant, the content was very objective.

It could also be because...his efforts and dedication were truly seen by Fan Yicheng.

When Liu Siyuan heard Fan Ziran say this, he felt more relaxed: "That's good. I will make adjustments based on what your father taught me. We will discuss it in person when you come back."

Fan Ziran agreed immediately and chatted with Liu Siyuan for a while before hanging up the phone and returning to the ward.

Fan Yicheng had already laid down. Looking at the account books and doing the analysis did not take up much of his energy. The most tiring thing was talking so much.

Thinking of this, Fan Ziran's attitude towards his father suddenly became much more attentive.

He poured a cup of hot water, made sure it was the right temperature to drink, inserted a straw, and handed it to Fan Yicheng: "Dad, drink some water."

As he spoke, he raised the head of the bed again.

Fan Yicheng glanced at him but said nothing. He took the cup and drank the water through the straw.

In fact, he has no problem drinking from the cup now, but it is indeed more convenient with a straw, and he can drink while half lying down.

After he finished drinking the water, Fan Ziran took the cup and placed it on the bedside. Then he tidied up and lay down on his bed, ready to read the notes sent by Yuan Wuwei.

Fan Yicheng turned his head and looked at Fan Ziran for a while before he said slowly, "Did you call your partner just now?"

Fan Ziran didn't even raise his head: "Well, what you said makes sense. The sooner I tell him, the sooner he can adjust."

When looking at the account book earlier, Fan Ziran mentioned Liu Siyuan, and Fan Yicheng was also very moved by the child's life experience.

According to his previous practice, he would probably say "Look at others" from time to time, comparing Fan Ziran and Liu Siyuan.

But he didn't say anything just now, he just analyzed the situation of the stall with Fan Ziran.

After all, he already knew how much effort Fan Ziran had put into this process.

Those numbers written in notebooks, carefully drawn line graphs, and analysis written below each day's turnover.

[Today we didn’t sell out, so we’re about 50 yuan less than yesterday, so we need to adjust the selection of products.]

[It was sold out today, and the profit was basically the same. 】

[I made more today and sold them all! The profit increased by more than 100! ]

Although these are all very superficial comments, they are enough to show how much Fan Ziran cares about setting up the stall.

It’s not that he’s not serious about studying. Isn’t he still studying the courses he missed in the past few days by referring to the notes sent by his classmates?

Fan Yicheng is well aware of the difficulty of balancing two "jobs" at the same time. He suffered all kinds of hardships when he was working hard in his early years.

He didn't want his son to have a hard life, so he thought that if he could make more money, Fan could live a carefree life.

But he was also worried that indulgence would make Fan Ziran lose the motivation to live, or that, as he had heard, he would squander all his family fortune and live a miserable life.

Being a parent is simply the most difficult and most challenging job in the world. No matter how excellent other parents' experiences are, they may not be suitable for your own.

They want their children to live well, but they have all kinds of worries. They persistently pursue their ideal "child", but in the end they cannot even see their own child's face.

Fan Yicheng took a deep breath. He knew very well that Fan Ziran was a very good child. He was the motivation for his hard work and the support of his life, but he failed to face his child squarely.

He looked at Fan Ziran's profile and said softly, "You... did a great job."

Fan Ziran subconsciously said "hmm", then reacted to what his father said, turned his head sharply and looked at Fan Yicheng: "Ah?!"

Fan Yicheng had already turned his face away, his tone a little anxious, but he still reluctantly repeated: "I said you did a good job."

"That's not right! What you just said was 'very good'!" Fan Ziran turned over and sat up. He just didn't expect Fan Yicheng to say that, but it didn't mean he didn't hear it clearly.

"It's 'very good', that's enough." Fan Yicheng simply closed his eyes, "Although there are still many shortcomings, but at your age, it's already very good to be able to achieve this."

"No, did you have to put that word of suppression in front of it?" Fan Ziran complained to him. Having said that, he could no longer suppress his smile.

Perhaps it was because he was very clear this time that Fan Yicheng was just being stubborn in the first half of his sentence.

Who made him say "You did a great job" first? The subsequent words have no killing power at all!

On the contrary, Fan Yicheng was a little at a loss when he heard Fan Ziran's complaint.

He gritted his teeth and added, "I'm not suppressing you, it's just that, uh, you still have room for improvement, you..."

"You are still growing up." After saying this, Fan Yicheng felt as if a window was opened in his heart and a fresh breeze poured in.

"You will definitely get better in the future."