Liu Yihang was angered to death by his enemies and accidentally bound to a counter-attack system, returning to the year he was admitted to university.
This time, he will no longer let anyone ...
Liu Yihang then remembered that he had bought disposable takeout boxes and chopsticks.
He quickly made it for someone else.
So when everyone saw that it could be packed up, they all rushed over to let him pack it up.
Liu Yihang was swinging the big iron wok so hard it was almost spinning, constantly taking it out to heat oil and fry rice.
The crowd kept busy until about 1:30 p.m., when the number of people eating gradually decreased, with only a few customers still eating at the tables.
He only had a few portions of the egg fried rice ingredients left before it was all gone.
Liu Yihang rubbed his sore arm.
He overestimated his physical strength. His body was too weak. After swinging a large iron pot all morning, he felt his entire arm trembling.
It seems I need to complete the task of earning 10,000 yuan a month as soon as possible and obtain the body-strengthening boxing technique to improve my physique.
"Are you tired? Come and rest." Liu Xiangdong wasn't good at saying anything heartfelt; he could only silently do his best to help his son.
Lin Guihua had just finished collecting payment from a customer and was all smiles. She had sold so much fried rice today; she must have made a good profit.
"Dad, Mom, things aren't too busy now, you should go back and get some rest, you have to go to work at two o'clock."
Liu Yihang also felt sorry for his parents. In order for him to go to university, they worked non-stop every day. They had to come and help him after finishing their high-intensity work on the construction site.
Lin Guihua stuffed the large iron box for collecting money into her son's hands.
"Here's the money we collected today. Take it and let's go back to work. We'll talk more tonight."
After Liu Xiangdong and Lin Guihua left, Liu Yihang waited a while longer, sold all the remaining materials, and then prepared to pack up and go home.
The owners of the two vegetable stalls next to him were practically spitting fire in their eyes as they looked at him.
He ignored it; when it comes to doing business, everyone relies on their own abilities.