"Xiao Sun, look at today's newspaper." Xia Baozhu showed Sun Xingyan the page about the opening of the Haicheng Stock Exchange.

Although she didn't know the specific timing of bull and bear markets in the stock market, she knew that people who bought stocks early on made money.

Sun Xingyan was rich and had plenty of free time, and he had helped her a lot, so she helped him make some quick money.

Given the abilities Sun Xingyan will demonstrate in the book, even if she doesn't say it, he'll probably enter the stock market soon.

“It’s stocks.” Sun Xingyan had heard of these things before. He had traded treasury bonds before, and he learned about stocks from Hong Kong businessmen when he went to the south.

"Do you want to go take a look?" Xia Baozhu prompted him.

Sun Xingyan leaned against the counter, looking rather unserious. Hearing Xia Baozhu's words, he raised his eyelids and squinted, saying, "Go see what? Do you even know anything about stocks? You're just trying to get me to go look."

"Brother Sun, Sister Xia was just asking a question, why are you reacting so strongly?"

The three dogs, who were struggling with chicken feet, were dissatisfied with Sun Xingyan's sarcastic remarks to Xia Baozhu and couldn't help but speak up to defend her.

"You little rascal, don't call me brother anymore. You've only had a new boss for two days, and you've even changed your surname."

While reading the newspaper, Sun Xingyan verbally attacked and psychologically pressured the three dogs.

“Brother Sun, how come I never realized you were so petty?” San Gou retorted, not to be outdone.

"Fine, I'm stingy, then you'd better spit out everything you ate from me before."

Xia Baozhu ignored them and went to the backyard to fix the water pipes.

The water pipes froze again today, and it took two kettles of hot water to thaw them.

She had tried wrapping it in rags before, but it was too thin and didn't work.

This time she wrapped it thickly with wheat straw and plastic film, so it should be fine.

When I entered the house, Sun Xingyan had already left, and I didn't see him for a long time afterward.

The fried chicken shop is on the right track. Even on slow days, it can still make a profit of 30 to 40 yuan, and on Saturdays and Sundays, the turnover can be as stable as 100 yuan.

Xia Baozhu found a factory that produces plastic food cups in the newspaper. She contacted them by phone and ordered a batch of 450ml cups, requesting that the store's name and address be printed on the cups.

In addition to pearls, she also added red bean paste to her milk tea, and the price was the same.

When San Gou received his salary, he got 250 yuan, and his face showed surprise and excitement.

"Sister Xia, didn't we agree on 150 a month? Why is it 100 more?"

"Your salary is still 150, and the other 100 is your bonus," Xia Baozhu said with a smile.

"That's too much. I used to only get ninety a month at my mom's cafeteria." San Gou counted a stack of ten-yuan notes, trying to return the extra hundred.

“You’re proactive at work, and you’ve done a lot of the work. You’ve helped me a lot, so you should take this hundred yuan.” Xia Baozhu pushed it back.

"Sister Xia, you, you're so good to me!" San Gou's mouth trembled, and a tear even welled up in his eye.

Xia Baozhu didn't expect San Gou to be so sentimental, getting so excited over an extra hundred yuan.

The downside of running a shop is that there is no time to rest. Xia Baozhu gave San Gou a day off to go out and play, but San Gou refused.

"Sister Xia, I've had my fill of all the attractions around here."

Learning guitar, playing music, dancing, ice skating—how could he possibly get tired of such fun and exciting activities? It's simply that there are other things here that attract him even more.

"Then you can take this day off whenever you want."

After calculating the accounts, I earned more than 1,800 yuan in a month.

Sun Xingyan is right; it's not difficult to earn 10,000 yuan a year here.

With the money, Xia Baozhu first ordered a range hood for the kitchen.

I made two rectangular stainless steel fryers, one large and one small, side by side, and also made a rectangular, extremely sturdy gas stove rack. This equipment is similar to the fryers used in hamburger shops.

Xia Baozhu added chicken wraps to the menu at the store.

Cut the chicken into strips, marinate, coat with flour, fry in oil, and place in a pre-made pancake. Just like fried chicken, you can choose from three kinds of sauce.

Without green vegetables, it gets a bit greasy after eating a lot.

San Gou loves to eat it, and he likes to add strips of green radish when he eats it.

The green radish is spicy, juicy, crisp, and refreshing; it tastes especially good with salad dressing and mayonnaise.

He seems to have gained some weight since he started working here.

Thanks to San Gou's diligence, Xia Baozhu's workload was reduced by two-thirds, so she planned to make some desserts in her spare time.

If it tastes good, try selling it that day and see how it goes. If it sells well, continue selling it.

"Xiao Zheng, how about you try this milk and orange pudding?"

Xia Baozhu made milk pudding with gelatin sheets, milk and sugar, poured it into a glass one-third full, and let it cool and solidify.

Squeeze the juice from the oranges into the sugar water with the dissolved gelatin sheets, then pour it into the cups that previously held the milk pudding.

This cup contains pudding in two colors: white and pale yellow. You can make even more colors by using other fruits.

"Sister Xia, your pudding is so beautiful." San Gou was first captivated by the pudding's appearance.

When touched gently, its surface has a silky smooth texture, delicate and elastic.

When you get close enough to smell it, you can smell the rich aroma of oranges, milk, and a subtle sweetness all mixed together.

San Gou gently scooped up a piece with a small spoon; the pale yellow pudding trembled slightly, soft and delicate.

When you put it in your mouth, just as you can see, the pudding is delicate and bouncy, but it quickly dissipates like a cloud.

San Gou couldn't help but scoop up another small spoonful and savor it carefully. The blissful and sweet taste disappeared too quickly. He kept chasing after this happiness and sweetness until the cup was unknowingly emptied.

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