A disposable lunch box can hold three ounces of fried rice.

The price of rice has risen from 30 cents to one dollar, and the price of eggs has risen from one dollar to three dollars.

Therefore, a bowl of egg fried rice for one yuan is really not expensive.

The bearded man didn't believe it. "To fill this bowl with fried rice, you have to add an egg. Is it really only one dollar?"

"Of course it's true. I can't lie to you right under your nose, can I?" Wang Peng retorted.

"Okay, give me a bowl to try," the bearded man said.

Wang Peng turned on the gas cylinder, first adding soybean oil, then seasonings and leftover rice, followed by carrots and spinach.

Li Fang cracked an egg into a bowl, stirred it well with chopsticks, and handed the bowl to Wang Peng.

The aroma fills the air as soon as the eggs hit the pan.

The burly man sniffed and laughed, "If you really put an egg in, do you think you can make money doing this?"

"What money do I make? Just a little bit of hard work." Wang Peng promptly played the victim.

In fact, he had already carefully calculated the cost of a bowl of fried rice.

One pound of rice can be steamed to make two pounds of cooked rice. Based on the current rice price, the cost of three ounces of cooked rice is two cents.

An egg costs an average of 20 cents, and with the addition of radishes, vegetables, lunchboxes, and gas, the cost is around 50 cents.

The price is one dollar, and each serving of fried rice earns fifty cents.

However, his rice cost three cents per unit, not one dollar now, so he earned more.

Five minutes later, Wang Peng turned off the gas stove and put the fried rice into a disposable bowl.

A bowl full.

Li Fang placed a disposable spoon in the bowl, took the money from the bearded man's hand, and handed the fried rice to his son with a smile.

"Hey classmate, taste it and see if it's salty enough. If not, I'll cook it again," Wang Peng said.

The boy took a spoonful, nodded, and said, "It's delicious, the taste is good."

"Thank you for the compliment, classmate. You're sure to get into a prestigious university in the future." Wang Peng was overjoyed that the business had finally opened.

The nearby onlookers also became interested.

"Brother, give me a bowl."

"I want a bowl too."

"I prefer milder flavors, so add less salt."

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People have a mental ledger, knowing what's worthwhile and what's not.

Buying three ounces of fried rice for one yuan is not expensive.

Business quickly picked up.

Wang Peng asked his cousin to beat five eggs and fry five portions in a large pot to reduce the customers' waiting time.

Li Fang was in charge of collecting money and keeping accounts, while Du Lei was in charge of cracking eggs and packing them.

For every serving of fried rice sold, Li Fang would mark a line on the ledger.

In less than half an hour, there were six tally marks on the ledger.

"We've already sold thirty bowls! Congratulations on your grand opening!" Li Fang whispered in Wang Peng's ear. "You're amazing!"

"Basic stuff, don't get carried away." Wang Peng smiled slightly.

Thirty bowls of fried rice can generate at least eighteen yuan in profit. It's not even noon yet, and the business has already opened for business successfully.

Just then, two beautiful girls walked out of the school gate, hand in hand, past the fried rice cart.

Chen Xiaojing suddenly grabbed Li Mengjiao's hand, turned around and ran to the food cart.

Her doe-like eyes darted around Wang Peng and Du Lei's faces; although they were wearing masks, they looked familiar to her.

Wang Peng felt a little embarrassed; this girl had a really good memory. He lowered his head and continued frying rice.

"What are you looking at? What's so interesting?" Du Lei was also a little embarrassed and turned to look at Wang Peng's fried rice.

"Look, look, look!" Chen Xiaojing pointed at Du Lei's mask, "He gave himself away as soon as he opened his mouth."

puff……

Wang Peng was amused. Chen Xiaojing's personality was very similar to his wife from his previous life; she always managed to add fun to their otherwise dull life.

Unfortunately, his wife wasn't as lucky as her.

Li Fang laughed too. Since they were classmates, she didn't care. Chen Xiaojing had just confused her.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Don't make things worse," Du Lei muttered under his breath.

"You're the one causing trouble." Chen Xiaojing pulled out a pink wallet. "I'll buy two servings of fried rice."

You absolutely have to buy a bowl of this fried rice made by the top scorer in the high school entrance exam.

The fried rice was ready in about five minutes.

Chen Xiaojing held the lunchbox, took a bite with a small spoon, and her doe-like eyes lit up.

"The rice grains are distinct, combining the sweetness of rice, the freshness of eggs, the freshness of vegetables, and a touch of salt and soy sauce."

"A feast for the eyes, nose, and palate—a perfect combination."

"tasty!"

She gave a thumbs-up, like a judge at a cooking competition.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you like it." Wang Peng was amused by her again.

Li Mengjiao and Chen Xiaojing are both beauties, and the hormone-fueled boys flocked to join in the fun.

The more people there are in front of the food cart, the more people will buy food; the two of them are lucky charms that bring good fortune.

Business was booming, and Wang Peng was so busy that he used two woks to cook ten bowls of fried rice each time.

Chen Xiaojing thought it was interesting for high school students to do business, so he stood by the roadside to join in the fun.

After chatting for a while, Chen Xiaojing whispered to Li Mengjiao, "Men look so handsome when they're working seriously. Don't you think Wang Peng is handsome?"

"I advise you to read fewer romance novels." Li Mengjiao shook her head. "Don't let your mind wander. We should focus on our studies."

"I wasn't thinking anything, hmph!" Chen Xiaojing suddenly turned her head and saw a boy staring at her.

This man was not bad-looking; he was thin and not short, but his eyes were somewhat lewd.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man, his eyes fixed on Wang Peng's fried rice cart.

They were Wang Song and his son Wang Cheng.

Chen Xiaojing hated being stared at, so she whispered in Li Mengjiao's ear, "Look at that big-faced cat, his face is so fat."

Li Mengjiao shook her head. "It's not fat, it's swollen."

"Huh?" Chen Xiaojing looked at Wang Cheng again and burst out laughing. "The legendary act of putting on a brave face?"

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