"Mom, no need to pay. I've already prepared everything this afternoon. The tricycle and pots and pans are all second-hand, and they only cost two hundred yuan in total. It's a great deal."

"Two hundred yuan? Where did you get two hundred yuan? Didn't I only give you ten yuan yesterday?" Lin Guihua asked in surprise.

Liu Yihang then remembered that he hadn't told his family about the 8,000 yuan bonus.

He leaned down and whispered in his parents' ears about how he received the prize money that day.

Liu Xiangdong and Lin Guihua's eyes visibly lit up.

Eight thousand yuan?

Good heavens! It turns out that not only do you not have to pay tuition if you study well, you also get a bonus.

With this 8,000 yuan, their burden will be lighter.

If they save money and work hard, it will be more than enough for their son to complete his studies.

The couple were no longer as resistant to their son's idea of ​​opening a fried rice stall. They figured it was just a try, and at worst, they would only lose a few hundred dollars.

This confidence comes from having money.

That evening, the couple helped their son move his simple belongings to a private room outside.

The single room has a double bed that is about 1.5 meters wide, a desk, and a stool.

Although it's simple, it's much better than the old workers' shed; at least there's some private space.

Lin Guihua felt a pang of heartache when she heard the price of five yuan a month for a single room, considering her monthly salary was only twenty yuan. However, she ultimately didn't say anything about what her son wanted to do.

Liu Yihang originally wanted his parents to move in with him; he could just make do with a makeshift bed made of stools.

However, Liu Xiangdong refused, citing the convenience of living in the workers' shed.

Before Liu Yihang's stall started making money, they certainly wouldn't want to lose their work on the construction site.

If their son fails, they can still earn some money to make up for it.

Liu Yihang could only let them do as they pleased for the time being.

Everything is ready, and we're just waiting for the trial opening tomorrow.

Before leaving, Liu Xiangdong and Lin Guihua said they would go to help him at noon the next day.

Fortunately, since their son is in the food business, they no longer have to eat cold steamed buns every day and can finally have something hot to eat.

Liu Yihang only does business at noon and in the evening. In the morning, he uses the time to steam rice and prepare side dishes and other miscellaneous tasks.

He got up early, steamed rice in a large pot, and started chopping scallions, carrots, ham sausages, and preparing side dishes such as sweet peas and corn kernels.

Seasonings are conveniently stored in bottles and jars.

We also need to use a large iron bucket to boil a big pot of tomato and egg drop soup.

After the rice is cooked, fluff it up and let it cool so that the fried rice will be separate and distinct.

On the first day of trial operation, not knowing the market, he only prepared 100 servings of fried rice, and left once they were sold out.

Even if they don't sell out, the loss won't be too great.

He was busy until around 11 o'clock, when everything was ready and the gas cylinder was filled with gas. He then set off on his tricycle.

There is a large open space near this construction site, where vendors usually set up their stalls at noon.

Workers who come out to eat usually come to this area because there are more options.

When he arrived, there were no good spots left, but he didn't mind and found a quiet corner to park.

There aren't many customers yet; the peak dining time is after midnight.

He first set up the three folding tables in the car, and then pulled out the stacked plastic stools one by one and arranged them.

Then he hung the sign he had written on the cardboard that morning in a conspicuous place on the tricycle.

Fried rice with egg, two yuan a serving.

He placed the large bucket containing the tomato and egg drop soup in a prominent place so that guests could easily serve themselves.

This was given away for free, and it didn't require much material; a whole bucket only used a few eggs.

Finally, set up the stove, put all the side dishes and seasonings in a convenient place, and you can wait for the guests to arrive.

Currently, there are only five food stalls in this area, including his.

There were two food stalls selling stir-fries. Long wooden signs hung on their tricycles, listing all kinds of dishes, both meat and vegetarian. You could choose and they would cook to order.

A serving of stir-fried meat costs around two yuan, while a serving of vegetarian dish costs around one yuan.

Although he had never eaten there before, he had seen other workers order it. It didn't look very good. After all, it was just a stall set up at the construction site. It was affordable and filling, but the taste probably wasn't that great.

There are two other shops, one selling noodles and the other selling dumplings.

The price of noodles varies depending on whether the toppings are meat or vegetarian. The most expensive beef noodles cost two yuan, while the cheapest vegetarian noodles cost five mao (0.5 yuan) and are all you can eat.

The same applies to selling dumplings. The price varies depending on the filling. There are meat dumplings that cost two yuan and vegetarian dumplings that cost one yuan.

He happens to sell fried rice with eggs; they each have their own customer base and don't interfere with each other.

The shop owners next door, seeing that he was new, eyed his stall with some hostility, fearing that he would steal their business.

I burst out laughing the moment I saw him put up the sign.

Wang Dazhuang, the owner of one of the stir-fry stalls, chuckled to himself and said to his wife, "That idiot, selling fried rice? And for two yuan? Does he think this is a food street? Haha, he'll lose everything he owns."

“That’s right, our meat dishes only cost two yuan a serving, and they dare to sell fried rice for such a high price? Do they think people are stupid? I bet they can’t sell a single serving.” Wang Dazhuang’s plump wife chimed in.

Several business owners even started whispering among themselves, betting on how many deals this young man could close today.

Liu Yihang naturally knew they were talking about him.

Don't let fools argue about who's right or wrong; let the facts speak for themselves.

His fried rice is worth the price.

"System task issued: You have received contempt from Wang Dazhuang. Please sell one serving of fried rice to slap your competitor in the face."

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