The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

Ling Xiaoyue smiled. "Then, Master Wang, hurry up! The food in your pot has been shoveled away by the other cooks! Now that the pot is clean, we're waiting for you to show off your skills!"

Wang Defa smiled sincerely now, his mouth corners stretched to the back of his ears.

He felt relaxed and happy now. His arms, which had been sore from swinging the shovel, no, the spatula, for so long, were no longer sore.

I just feel extra motivated!

All I have to do is light the fire, heat the pot, put the meat in, stir-fry and add the sauce.

The movements were smooth and flowing, done in one go.

Ling Xiaoyue didn't disturb them when she saw this, but quietly went to the other side to help peel and shred the potatoes.

Chef Wang Defa started muttering "Ten yuan! Ten yuan! Ten yuan!" every time he swung the spatula.

This time, his mumbling was more sincere and joyful than before. Not only did his mouth stretch all the way to his ears, but even his big teeth were exposed to the sun.

I was thinking about how the thirty chefs would divide the RMB. Wouldn't that mean each person would get 30,000 RMB?

The guys who pack, wash and cut vegetables will suffer a little loss, but who made them lose out on the stove?

Yes, that's right. Who goes to the stove to stir the pot and stir the wok is not determined by who has a higher rank, is older, or who cooks better.

It depends on who is smarter and who reacts faster to grab it first!

However, the cook who had just come to fill the pot with food heard what Captain Ling said. I'm afraid the news has spread back home.

The reason why only thirty stoves were taken up before was because everyone thought that even if there were 10,000 people in the other restarted plane, if each person received a takeaway, that would only be 10,000 takeaways.

There was absolutely no need to move all the other stoves out. That's why only thirty chefs were cooking. The rest were busy washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, and cutting meat.

Now everyone is probably taking action, right? So, if I calculate it this way, I, Wang Defa, may not be able to achieve my dream of saving up a gold four-piece suit for my wife with just this one vote.

So how much is that in total? If we divide it equally among 100 people, will each person get 15,000 RMB?

Wang Defa's voice of counting "ten, ten," instantly turned into a gasping "hiss!"

"Hiss!" Then I felt that Wang Defa was corrupt now! Earning more than 10,000 yuan an hour was not enough?

Normally, it would take several months to earn more than 13,000 yuan, right?

Thinking of this, Wang Defa felt happy again.

Ten thousand yuan! Ten thousand yuan! This amount of money can't afford my wife's four-piece gold set. Then let's buy a mini one!

Or wouldn’t it be the same if I bought a small item like a ring or earrings and wore them first?

Besides, if you order takeout once, you'll definitely order it again. And if you order it twice, you'll definitely order it again! And then the next time!

The survivors of the restarted dimension over there can't be only about a thousand or two thousand humans left, right?

There will definitely be more! Let's just make this dish delicious and generous. So why worry about bad reviews?

If everyone who comes to order food orders five meals at the maximum, I wonder how much money we can make.

As he thought about it, Wang Defa was no longer satisfied with just saving the four gold pieces for his wife.

My daughter is grown up now. Why not buy her a house in CD City? A duplex, one of those popular apartments among young people these days?

I've heard from my younger apprentices that duplexes are cheap and convenient these days. They're perfect for young people. They're like, "small but complete."

Wang Defa thought about the small house he'd built for his daughter. He no longer wielded the large spatula with just his right hand. He used both hands, stepped onto the cement block, and began to stir-fry even more vigorously.

With my family's savings and the extra money I make from delivering food to other planes, I can now look for a slightly larger duplex for my daughter.

Wang De laughed with great satisfaction. He added soy sauce to the large iron pot in a very casual manner, stir-fried it for a few times and prepared to serve.

Huh? This is the nth dish I've cooked today.

Squad Leader Wang was calculating his family's savings and plans, while the cooks packing meals in the small canteen were in an uproar.

"Is this true? Do you want more lunch boxes?" A soldier wearing pink nitrile food gloves, who was putting shredded potatoes into the lunch boxes, asked in disbelief.

"Didn't Master Chen say there were only a few hundred, at most a thousand, for them?" another cook, wearing purple nitrile gloves, asked, while covering the already-portioned braised pork lunch boxes.

"How can this be false? I heard it with my own ears!" The cook who went to Wang Defa to get the twice-cooked pork said loudly.

"Captain Ling said it himself! The first group of survivors who came to check out the mall numbered a full 1,800!"

"The portions of each meal are limited! They're only allowed to buy five of each!"

The twice-cooked pork cook was carrying a basin and helping another cook wearing red nitrile gloves. He explained hurriedly.

"This dish has five servings. Can you count how many dishes there are? And those three staple dishes also have five servings each! How many are there?"

“That’s a full order!”

"The chef in charge of cooking gets ten yuan for each lunch box! And we, the handymen, get five yuan for each lunch box! Let's calculate how much each of us gets from this lunch box!"

"You can earn so much in just one hour! That's just one hour!"

"Let's hurry up! Try to pack up the lunch boxes before the chefs finish cooking the dishes! That way we can free up some hands to help with the cooking! And we can get more!"

"Yes, yes! Everyone, hurry up! We have to complete this takeout order within an hour!" The braised pork cook with purple gloves also agreed.

"Don't forget! This is just the first batch!" The cook who brought back the news continued to analyze.

"Even though that's a rebooted apocalyptic plane, there can't possibly be only a few thousand people left in the human race, right?"

"That's right! With the first batch of orders, there will definitely be a second batch! A third batch! What if we add a few more dishes and limit the purchase of each dish to five? How much commission will we get?"

The potato shreds guy wearing pink gloves was also speaking excitedly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole small cafeteria became lively.

Everyone spontaneously began to reduce the number of people serving and packing the food.

Four cooks were assigned to pack up each dish: one to serve the food, one to distribute it, and one to lay out the empty lunch boxes and close the lids.