Meng Zhao really didn't know what to do about the male lead. She had transmigrated at the wrong time and had already made an enemy of him. The male lead was also a vengeful person, and no one in the book who offended him had a good ending.

The best way would be to take advantage of his weakness and kill him, but as a modern woman, Meng Zhao really couldn't do that. Besides, the male protagonist in the book had gone through so many twists and turns, and she, a mere lackey, would probably just be a lamb to the slaughter for him.

Another approach is to curry favor with the male lead beforehand, paving the way for his success in the imperial examinations. This method avoids any sense of guilt, but the problem still lies with the male lead.

The book is mainly written from God's perspective, and rarely touches on the male protagonist's thoughts and feelings. Meng Zhao is not sure if the person she is supporting is a jackal who is thinking of turning the tables on her.

Meng Zhao is now caught between killing and helping Shen Qinghe, and really doesn't know what to do. She can only take it one step at a time and try to ease the tension with the male lead first.

When I got up the next day, it really took a lot of effort; I hadn't had such a high level of exercise in a long time.

Because yesterday's sales were good, we will gradually increase the amount of dishes today, but we can't increase it too much at once. We will still make six dishes, with about thirty servings of each dish, so we can sell sixty boxed meals.

With the wages paid yesterday, the Gu family was even more proactive today. When Meng Zhao got up, the preparations were almost complete, and he should have gotten up before dawn.

Meng Zhao earnestly advised them for a long time that health is the foundation for making money, and that they should not overwork themselves, otherwise they would only suffer losses.

They even threatened the two children with the idea that waking up too early would stunt their growth, which finally made them promise not to wake up so early anymore.

After the meal was ready, the four of them set off for the county together. Having learned from yesterday's experience, they weren't in too much of a rush today.

Just as I arrived at my stall, having dressed and washed myself, and before I even opened the lid, Old Sun and Old Wang, who had come yesterday, came over together again.

"Boss, give us two more boxed lunches, and two with meat and vegetables."

"Alright, what would you like to order? We have some new dishes today." Meng Zhao quickly and warmly greeted them. It was great that a regular customer came to her stall on the second day of her business, which meant that someone remembered her stall.

"The spicy chicken from yesterday is gone. I've been craving that aroma all night, and I'm just waiting to eat it today."

"I'm sorry, brother, we didn't make spicy chicken today, but we do have this Sichuan peppercorn chicken. It's called Sichuan peppercorn chicken because once you take a bite, it's so delicious that you'll find your mouth watering. Plus, it's a cold dish, and since it's hot today, eating something cold will help cool you down. Would you like to try it?" Meng Zhao noticed that many people were sweating profusely while eating yesterday, and the mung bean soup was all gone before the food was even sold out, so he added two cold dishes today.

"Okay, I'll have this Sichuan-style spicy chicken."

Meng Zhao then introduced the other dishes. Today's meat dishes were Sichuan-style spicy chicken, braised pork slices, and sweet and sour pork tenderloin. The vegetarian dishes were stir-fried eggs with chili peppers, pan-fried crispy tofu, and a cold vegetable salad.

The seasonal vegetables are all common vegetables, including wild vegetables dug by the Gu family, wood ear fungus, cucumbers grown in the yard, etc., which are mixed with a secret sauce, making them refreshing and not greasy.

After serving the food to Old Sun and Old Wang, the two of them, as usual, squatted down behind the stall to eat. Shen Qingze also quickly poured two cups of mung bean soup into a bamboo cup and sent them over.

While serving food to others, Meng Zhao listened to the conversation between the two people behind him.

"Is this pork tenderloin tasty?"

"It's delicious. It's crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The juice has a slightly sweet and sour taste. It's so fragrant when eaten with rice."

"Then let me try it." He said, reaching for his chopsticks.

"Hey, what are you doing? I don't even have enough to eat myself. No, you have to give me some too. I want to try this Sichuan-style saliva chicken." As he spoke, Old Wang also reached out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of Sichuan-style saliva chicken from Old Sun's plate. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his mouth watered and he started slurping, which made Old Sun laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, you useless thing, is it really that spicy? It's just right for me, it's so delicious, I almost bit my tongue."

Listening to the two people talking behind him, Meng Zhao kept smiling. What chef doesn't like others saying that their cooking is delicious?

Meng Zhao, who was already pretty and charming, looked even more radiant with a smile in her eyes. Not only was the food on the stall attractive, but Meng Zhao herself, standing in front of the stall, was also particularly eye-catching.

Intermittently, a few regular customers from yesterday came over.

Zhou Cheng was a dockworker who worked for a long time. He was young and strong, and could earn nearly a hundred coins a day, which was considered a relatively high wage.

But the more he worked, the more he ate. Usually, he could eat two or three bowls of noodles at the dock. He didn't want to eat purely vegetarian food, and a meal would cost at least ten or twenty coins. No matter how much he earned, he couldn't afford to eat like that every day.

Therefore, his family usually delivers meals to him. Although it costs a lot, it's better than buying food.

Yesterday, his wife went back to her parents' home and gave him money to buy some food at the dock. He happened to run into Meng Zhao setting up a stall, ate there once, and couldn't forget the taste.

After returning home, I suggested to my wife that we continue to eat at the dock, so that she wouldn't have to cook and run back and forth in the sweltering heat.

Of course, there was another reason I didn't dare tell my wife: the boxed lunches at the dock were indeed much better than her cooking.

The only downside was that the portion size of one boxed meal was a bit small for him, so when he came to Meng Zhao's stall this time, he first bought two large steamed buns for one coin to bring with him.

Meng Zhao noticed this while getting the food and quickly asked, "Brother, do you feel there isn't enough food?"

"Hehe, one serving of food is definitely not enough for me." Zhou Cheng was an honest man and spoke the truth directly, but he immediately added, "But I can't blame you. I usually eat at least two bowls of noodles. Your appetite is already quite large. If I eat two more steamed buns, I can barely feel full."

"Okay, then I'll give you more soup. It's delicious with rice too." The portion size of the food is fixed, and you can't give more or less depending on how much rice someone eats, but it's okay to give someone some soup to mix with their rice.

Watching Zhou Cheng gulping down food, Meng Zhao crossed the idea of ​​opening a buffet restaurant off his business map. It was simply not feasible; it would lead to bankruptcy as soon as it opened.