Chapter 6 Ice Rice
Having money means you can buy more supplies to fill this 200 cubic meter space.
I wonder how big it will be when it is upgraded to level 3, and what new features will be unlocked?
After hanging up the phone, Mo Fei lay down on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and started placing orders on various platforms.
She has more than one million yuan, of which she plans to use to place orders on e-commerce platforms to stock up on supplies.
Some things cannot be bought too much at one time. She neither opens a store nor donates to charity. Buying too much will always make people worry.
But she doesn't have this worry when she places orders on multiple stores on the e-commerce platform. The goods are shipped from all over the country.
"You need to buy more snacks. 100 boxes of potato chips, 100 boxes of konjac, 100 boxes of Snickers, 100 boxes of crispy rice, 100 boxes of pickled pepper chicken feet, 100 pieces of each of the four flavors of Chocolatier, 200 boxes of river snail noodles, and 200 boxes of daily nuts..."
As the shopping cart filled with more and more items, the limit on Mo Fei's credit card became less and less.
Seeing that her credit limit was about to run out, Mo Fei finally stopped. After all, she hadn't received the money from selling the house yet, so she had to be more restrained.
Mo Fei spent a long time shopping and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. He went to the dining table and put the slightly cold dumplings in the microwave for two minutes.
After I finished eating the buns, the doorbell rang.
Mo Jianian ran to open the door and found that it was the people from the property company who came to install the network cable and change the locks.
The locksmith not only replaced Mo Fei with a C-class lock cylinder and a visual doorbell, but also brought a technician to help Mo Fei install an additional anti-theft door outside the door. Of course, Mo Fei sent a message to the owner before installing this door. The owner seemed to have encountered something and replied after a long time.
Mo Fei originally planned to install anti-theft windows on the outside of her house, but after thinking about it, she decided not to. After all, she now lives on the top floor. The construction is time-consuming and laborious, and it attracts attention.
The stuff was quickly loaded and the workers left, leaving only Chen from the property management waiting at the door.
Xiao Chen was a young girl in her twenties who looked like she had just started working. She said to Mo Fei with some guilt, "Ms. Mo, are you worried about the security of our community?"
Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, and shook his head repeatedly: "Hey, don't think too much. It's like this, I have an ex-husband, he has that violent tendency. I am particularly afraid that he will know that I live here. What will happen to me and the children if he comes to find me. I will feel more at ease if I add an anti-theft door, don't you think?"
Mo Fei spoke without thinking, casually combining the stories of tragic dramas and ethical plays to make up a story about a scumbag ex-husband who committed domestic violence, and he spoke with great emotion.
After hearing this, Xiao Chen was filled with righteous indignation and felt very sympathetic towards Mo Fei. He repeatedly promised to instruct the security room to strictly control the entry and exit personnel. He also comforted Mo Fei a few more words before leaving.
"How is it? Can I access the Internet?" Mo Fei walked into Mo Jianian's room and asked.
"Yes." Mo Jianian looked up and said with a smile on his face.
Originally, Mo Fei thought that a kid of Mo Jianian's age would download a few games to play first, but he didn't expect Mo Jianian to open a window and type out lines of code as his hands flew across the keyboard.
Mo Fei was stunned by this operation. When she was as old as Mo Jianian, she had no idea what code was. She was lucky enough to be able to understand addition and subtraction.
Mo Fei didn't understand and didn't want to disturb him. He put some snacks next to Mo Jianian and then quietly left.
"What are you doing?" Mo Fei came to Mo Jiayue's room and put a basket of snacks there.
"Mom, come and see my painting." Mo Jiayue came over, took Mo Fei's hand, and led her to see the results of her morning painting.
It was a cartoon. In the picture, an adult led two children to a luxurious house. It was a portrayal of their past two days.
The brushstrokes are childish, but the painting is very vivid, with a unique warmth from a child's perspective.
"Why don't you color it?" Mo Fei asked as she looked at the painting. She felt that this comic would look better if it was colored.
Mo Jiayue felt a little aggrieved and her face turned red: "Mom, you forgot, you said last time that you would give me another box of markers for my birthday."
"Remember, remember." Mo Fei nodded.
Mo Fei immediately decided to include more things related to children on the shopping list.
She bought lots of pencils, fountain pens, colored pens, markers, paints, textbooks, exercise books, test papers, and all kinds of extracurricular books. When the three second-hand tablets she ordered were delivered, she loaded them with all kinds of study and daily life materials.
After all, this house belongs to the biological mother.
As time approached, Mo Fei took out three pieces of Australian pureblood Wagyu ribeye from the space. He wanted to improve his diet today by having grilled steak. There happened to be a complete set of cutlery in the cupboard.
Sprinkle the fresh eye meat with black pepper, salt and cooking oil and marinate for five minutes.
The big iron pot was used to heat water for cooking pasta, and Mo Fei chose a frying pan to fry the steak. She fried her steak to medium rare, and the children's steak was cooked well-done. With rosemary and cherry tomatoes, and the pasta on the side, three plates of steak and pasta were served.
"It's time to eat!" Mo Fei shouted.
The children had smelled the fragrance long ago and ran out happily.
"What's this delicious?"
Children usually eat stir-fried beef or beef brisket stewed with tomatoes. They have never eaten steak before, so they are a little excited. They ate it all in a short while. However, Mo Fei could see clearly that the children seemed to be more interested in the pasta cooked in the iron pot. Even she herself liked this seemingly ordinary pasta more.
The only difference is that the pasta is cooked in a cast iron skillet and the steak is pan-fried.
Could it be that the dishes cooked in the iron pot tasted so good? Mo Fei had doubts in her mind, and she wanted to find an opportunity to experiment again.
"You can watch TV for a while after dinner. But you have to take a nap at one o'clock, okay?" Mo Fei threw the iron pot into the sink to rinse it.
The two children agreed very well. Mo Jiayue chose to watch the flower fairy in the living room, while Mo Jianian went back to his room to continue tinkering with the computer.
Mo Fei didn't plan to continue doing the original owner's previous front desk job, so he directly submitted his resignation to his boss on WeChat.
Front desk work is easy, and anyone can do it. It just so happened that the boss's niece, who had just graduated from college, hadn't found a job yet, so her resignation went very smoothly. She just had to go and hand over the job when she was free and get a certificate of resignation.
Mo Fei put away her phone and started washing the ingredients in the kitchen. She was planning to do something that would make money faster than selling fried rice and fried noodles.
The weather outside is not much different from the hot summer. Although it will be much cooler at night, it is still hot. There are many people strolling around to cool off. Something cool and refreshing will be very popular.
There are already many stalls selling ice jelly and hand-made lemon tea on the market, but I haven't seen any selling ice rice yet. Mo Fei plans to try selling ice rice tonight.
For the first time, Mo Fei did not prepare too much. He first steamed five kilograms of purple rice, three kilograms of black rice and three kilograms of glutinous rice. The purple rice was steamed in a large iron pot, while the black rice and glutinous rice were steamed in an electric rice cooker.
After all the rice was steamed, I added sugar and mixed it well and put it in the refrigerator. I also used cream cheese and sugar to make a smooth milk cap. As a side dish, I prepared diced watermelon and raisins.
After finishing this, Mo Fei saw that there was still time, so he used a large iron pot to boil a large bucket of mung bean soup. The mung beans were frozen in the refrigerator before being cooked, so it was easy to get sand. After refrigerating, adding ice cubes and putting it in a thermos bucket, everything was ready.
The ice rice was sold in a small transparent box with a smiley face sticker on the lid, while the mung bean soup was served in the same cups used in milk tea shops to sell fruit tea.
In terms of pricing, there are currently no similar ice rice competitors in the night market, and Mo Fei thought about it for a long time.
Finally, according to the cost price, I decided to charge 15 yuan for the ice rice and 5 yuan for the mung bean soup. If I buy both, the package price is 18 yuan.
She prepared food for 50 people today, and the total cost is about 350 yuan. If all of it can be sold, according to the package price of 18 yuan, it means a net profit of 550 yuan per night.
Besides, this is much easier than selling fried rice. Mo Fei wants to make more money while the outside world is still stable and prices are stable.
During dinner, the two children each held a bowl of ice rice and refused to let go.
"Mom's cooking is getting better and better." Mo Jiayue praised while eating. She was originally a sweet person, and the ice rice made by Mo Fei was not only icy and cool, but also sweet and not greasy. Mo Jiayue wanted to eat three bowls.
Mo Jianian also ate two bowls, which was already very restrained.
Looking at the two of them, Mo Fei asked, "Which of these three kinds of rice is the most delicious?"
Without exception, both children chose the ice rice made of purple rice. Mo Fei raised his eyebrows, and he already had the answer in his mind. It seems that the magic of the big iron pot is not only the space and the lack of fire, but also the extra bonus for the deliciousness of the ingredients.
"Come on, follow me to set up a stall in the evening! We won't sell fried rice today, we'll just sell this ice rice." Mo Fei waved at the children.
"oh!!!"
Compared to the delicious food, the brother and sister were obviously happier about setting up a stall with their mother.
In the past, mom only told them to study hard and refused to let them help out at the stall. Now mom is finally willing to take them with her!
They should help their mother with her work, and the ice rice made by their mother is so delicious that it will definitely sell out quickly.
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