He Wenlin wrote "No refunds or exchanges once sold" on each of her coupons.

After carefully considering He Wenlin's words, everyone felt that they were indeed quite reasonable.

This time, Mr. He thought of a key problem: "But if we do that, it will be difficult for us to control the quantity, and the losses will increase."

He Wenlin nodded: "That's right, so we need to make an estimate, but the glutinous rice balls need to be pre-ordered, which is written on the 1.5 yuan voucher."

Fried rice noodles and fried rice are available anytime, but glutinous rice balls are not yet available.

He Wenlin continued, "This isn't a big problem. After the customers have picked up their meals themselves, they'll definitely find the home delivery service more convenient. Then we can let them pre-order, and the vouchers can be used like cash, and then we'll deliver the food to them."

Whether they understood or not, He Wenlin didn't care anymore; she buried herself in writing.

"Let's write it together, faster."

Others need to help.

He Wenlin disagreed: "I can write it. It's easy to recognize one person's handwriting. If there are too many handwritings, it will be difficult to identify if someone brings a fake one later."

After He Wenlin said that, the others stopped arguing.

Peng Liang, Chen Weihua, and their group had almost finished eating, so they said goodbye to He Wenlin and left.

Grandma He helped He Shan pack her things.

Mr. He went to buy a tricycle.

Lin Fei and He Wenjun spread out the cooked rice with a spatula to make fried rice for tomorrow, while the younger brother swept the floor and cleaned up the trash. In short, everyone was busy.