When Lin Guihua got home and started washing clothes, she found fifty yuan in her pocket and slapped her thigh in surprise.
"Oh no, this must have been slipped to me by your classmate's mom. What am I going to do? She gave me so much, but didn't even give me change."
"It's alright, there's plenty of time. We can treat them to a meal again next time." Liu Yihang wasn't worried about it.
He no longer needs to be afraid of owing favors.
Wash and clean the pots, pans, and barbecue grill after use.
Then I took a quick shower.
The three then went inside to count the money.
This is the highlight of the day, something Lin Guihua has been eagerly anticipating.
A bulging bag of money.
The three of them sat on the bed, each taking a pile and counting it slowly.
"One piece, two pieces... fifteen, sixteen..."
Liu Yihang was the first to count out that he had a total of 210 yuan.
Liu Xiangdong had finished counting; there were 165 in front of him.
Lin Guihua counted them several times by herself.
"I have 187 here, and your classmate's mother gave me 50, so it's 237 in total."
"The total is six hundred and eleven."
Liu Yihang can do mental arithmetic very quickly.
"The estimated cost of buying meat, vegetables, beer, and steel is over 100 yuan, with a net profit of nearly 500 yuan."
This result was within his expectations. Barbecue is a very profitable business, and the customers in the food street are people who are willing to spend money, so there is business.
Liu Xiangdong and his wife were completely stunned.
Lin Guihua kept collecting money all night, and she probably knew she had collected quite a lot of money, but she never expected it to be this much.
This is much more profitable than selling fried rice.
My son makes fried rice with eggs, and after a whole afternoon of work, he earns at most a little over a hundred yuan.
Selling barbecue can earn you 500 yuan a night, which is incredibly profitable.
They used to earn only 600 yuan a month, but now they can earn 500 yuan in one night.
At this rate, five hundred a night would amount to fifteen thousand a month. Plus, there's the two hundred I earn selling fried rice at noon. All together, I'd make a little over twenty thousand a month.
It utterly shocked their values.
"My goodness! That's why our ancestors said there's a golden house in books! Dad, our son's educated brain is really useful. Luckily we listened to him," Lin Guihua exclaimed sincerely.
Liu Xiangdong rarely expressed such strong agreement, nodding vigorously.
“That’s right. I never expected that our Hanghang is not only a genius in literature, but also has a brilliant business mind. Our thinking can’t keep up with the young people. From now on, we’ll let Hanghang make all the arrangements for our business.”
Liu Yihang accepted his parents' compliments with a sense of embarrassment.
His business acumen had little to do with studying; it was entirely developed through hard work and trial and error in his previous life in order to make money.
The three of them were exhausted after a long day and fell asleep quickly.
The cabin was filled with the sound of snoring.
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The next morning, when Liu Yihang got up, Lin Guihua had already prepared a pot of mixed grain porridge. She also used the leftover chives from yesterday to stir-fry two eggs to eat with the porridge.
Now that the economic situation has improved, Lin Guihua is more willing to be generous to her family.
When children are growing, a thin and weak child who looks like he could be blown away by a gust of wind will always want to provide them with good food and drink, given the opportunity.
Liu Yihang was the last one in the family to get up. His parents had already gotten up and done a lot of work. Lin Guihua couldn't bear to wake her son. He was only eighteen years old and still growing. Young people are at the age when they love to sleep.
As usual, the father and son went out to buy groceries, while Lin Guihua stayed home to prepare, steaming rice and making soup.
The father and son went to the market and first selected the ingredients for their fried rice for lunch: tomatoes, corn, carrots, green beans, and scallions.
We have enough rice, eggs, soybean oil, etc. at home for a few more days, so we won't buy any more today.
We need to restock takeout boxes and disposable chopsticks.
Then there are the various vegetarian dishes sold as grilled skewers in the evening.
Finally, we went straight to the wholesale shop we had previously visited and got all kinds of meat.
Considering that the meat sold out first yesterday, and the pork belly sold very well, Liu Yihang took an extra five jin of pork belly and an extra box of ham sausages, for a total of three boxes.
There was a little more of each of the other meats than yesterday.
In the end, a total of 120 yuan worth of goods were delivered.
There are 40 more items than yesterday.
Business is expected to see a surge today.
When they got home, Lin Guihua was in charge of preparing the side dishes for lunch.
Liu Yihang cut and marinated all the meats he would be using that night.
I was running around here and there, and it was almost eleven o'clock.
The three arrived at the small square at 11 o'clock sharp, set up their stall, and Liu Yihang started frying rice.
The entire area was filled with the delicious aroma of fried rice, which lingered for a long time.
A short while later, a young man dressed in a slick, unsophisticated style walked over.
"One serving of fried rice, please!"
Lin Guihua quickly ladled out a bowl of tomato and egg soup for him.
The man took a sip, then with a "pfft," sprayed the entire table with it.
"What kind of rotten soup is this? It tastes awful! If you make bad fried rice today, I'll smash your stall!"
A system notification sound rang in Liu Yihang's ear.
"System task issued: thwart the conspiracy of Wang Dazhuang and others."
Mission Reward: One fixed-point shuttle.
He knew that this troublemaking young man must be connected to the owners of the two stir-fry restaurants.
You can't even sit still after just two days?
But what exactly is this fixed-point shuttle?
Never mind, let's deal with the immediate problem first.
Liu Yihang mustered all his energy and made a delicious egg fried rice, which he then had Lin Guihua serve.
The young man took a bite casually.
Wow, this fried rice is so delicious!
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