Too busy!

Sun Lixin was so busy that he couldn't stop working at all.

Only in the afternoon can they rest a little, sit down and drink some hot tea. Two hours before dinner time, the chefs from Bianyifang will start preparing the roast duck.

The next day, after finishing his busy work, Sun Lixin sat behind the counter, his eyes vacant, his face filled with the expression of wanting to go home.

When Donglai had a moment to spare, he took the initiative to bring tea to Sun Lixin and the others as a gesture of goodwill.

"Master Sun, you've worked hard! Have some tea! Have some tea!"

"Xiao Liu, let your master rest; he's getting old!"

"It's not good to do so much work!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Lixin's eyes widened immediately.

"Old age! Who's old!"

"I……"

Sun Lixin had just stood up when he felt his waist lose strength. He sat back down in his chair and glared at his smirking apprentices.

As the executive chef of Bianyifang, Sun Lixin is anything but old.

He could handle the workload at Bianyifang, working three days and resting one day, sometimes working a week and resting one week, and it was usually quite leisurely.

Unexpectedly, after joining Pang Donglai, Sun Lixin hadn't felt what real work intensity was like for a long time.

Sun Lixin pulled Donglai to sit behind the counter, drinking tea, and quietly asked his apprentice.

"Come on, Xiao Liu, report to your brother Dong how many roast ducks we sold today."

A young man with a Sichuan-Chongqing accent came to Donglai's side.

"Master, we sold 130 roast ducks today."

"We even prepared thirty extra yesterday."

"At this rate, we'll need to prepare 150 tomorrow!"

Sun Lixin's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. He turned to look at his apprentice with an incredulous expression.

"How much? One hundred and thirty?"

The apprentice smiled and nodded.

"Master, there are 133 in total!"

"But we didn't buy much in bulk, not even counting the fried duck frames, duck legs, duck wings and stuff we processed."

After speaking, the apprentice pointed to the counter not far away.

At the roast duck counter of Bianyifang, boxes of neatly arranged duck legs and wings were being snapped up.

Popular items like duck legs and fried duck frames sell out as soon as they hit the counter. Each oven can only hold five roast ducks, and they prepared two ovens in total.

It can be said that from morning to night, these two stoves are running at full capacity, and in the back kitchen, apprentices are frying duck racks non-stop.

There are even quite a few discerning customers here who buy just the duck carcass to take home and make soup.

Sun Lixin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, already calculating today's profits in his mind.

They buy their roast ducks from Pang Donglai at cost price, and sell them to Pang Donglai for about 55 yuan each. Pang Donglai makes a profit of about 10 yuan per roast duck after factoring in transportation and labor costs.

This is based on selling the whole roast duck. If it were sold in pieces, the profit could reach a staggering 20 yuan.

Sun Lixin compromised slightly, calculating that Pang Donglai would earn 15 yuan per roast duck, bringing the stall's daily revenue to nearly 2,000 yuan.

In Kyoto, this profit would exceed the daily net profit of most large restaurants.

Sun Lixin turned to look at Donglai's smiling face and blinked twice.

He now understands why Donglai can smile so happily every day when he looks at this supermarket.

If he were to take on a business that earns him 2,000 a day, his smile would be even more exaggerated than Donglai's.

"You guys."

Sun Lixin pointed to Donglai with his finger, the image of Lin Yifeng appearing in his mind. He then sighed deeply, shook his head with a wry smile.

"You guys know how to do business."

"What you do in one day is equivalent to what our Bianyifang earns in one day!"

Donglai smiled and scratched his head.

After a busy day, Sun Lixin and his apprentices returned to the hotel and immediately fell asleep.

Of course, they are paid wages for their work here.

Apart from Sun Lixin, who volunteered to help, the other apprentices also received a daily wage subsidy of 10 yuan.

Furthermore, Pang Donglai included their food and lodging.

This has led many apprentices to consider staying at Pang Donglai as a roast duck chef, where food, lodging, and wages are provided, and they can even take some fruit home to eat every day.

This life is so comfortable.

During his week at Pang Donglai, Sun Lixin, a native of Beijing, finally witnessed what a grand scene was like.

Except for the first day of opening, for the next six days, there were at least 130 roast ducks and as many as 200 roast ducks available each day.

After a busy week, when Sun Lixin was preparing to return to Kyoto, he couldn't help but complain to Lin Yifeng and the others while standing on the train platform.

"That kid Liu Wei calls me every day to ask me about it."

"I'm asking you if you bought roast duck, chopped it up, and used it as animal feed."

"How can they be so extravagant!"

Everyone burst into laughter at this remark.

Not only is Pang Donglai overwhelmed with work, but even the people at the headquarters, Bianyifang, are completely exhausted.

The roast duck chefs who stayed in Beijing went straight to the kitchen to roast ducks as soon as they opened their eyes each day. Only by operating all three shops at full capacity could they barely guarantee the supply for Lin Yifeng and his team, as well as the local shops.

So much so that Liu Wei even started paying overtime to the roast duck chefs there, fearing that they might not be able to resist taking leave and running away from home in a few days.

Lin Yifeng smiled and shook hands with Sun Lixin.

"Welcome to visit Makino City again next time, Mr. Sun."

Sun Lixin hurriedly waved his hand.

"No! No!"

"You're not inviting me here to have fun, you're clearly trying to poach me to be your laborer!"

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