Seeing Lu Yanshu startled, An Wan covered her mouth and laughed. "Sixth Brother, aren't you hungry? Go eat breakfast."
She only ate a few bites before losing her appetite.
Thinking about opening a shop, I'm worried business won't be good today.
Premium pastries sell well and generate profits, but regular pastries must also be sold out; one cannot rely solely on premium pastries for income.
Lu Yanshu jogged into the kitchen to eat breakfast, thinking that the shop would open in five minutes.
As soon as Lu Chunhe entered the shop, he could hear the noise outside from afar. "Wanwan, should we open now?"
An Wan shook her head. "Let's wait until exactly nine o'clock! Second brother, if we open the shop five minutes early this time, will we open it five minutes early tomorrow, or even ten or twenty minutes early?"
"If we keep changing to meet these unreasonable demands from our customers, we'll end up becoming a hybrid mess. It's better to stick to our principles and let those customers eat or not, take it or leave it—we won't miss a few of them anyway."
Lu Chunhe nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
He took a clean cloth and wiped the glass cabinet. An Wan said that it was essential to ensure hygiene and cleanliness, which was the principle and bottom line for food service.
At this moment, Lu Jingming and Niu Ahong brought out a large plate of pastries and placed it in a clean glass cabinet.
Seeing that the wall clock showed nine o'clock, Lu Chunhe hurriedly opened the shop door.
An Wan sat at the cashier, watching the customers swarming in through the door.
Men, women, young and old, dozens of people, instantly surrounded Lu Chunhe and Lu Jingming.
"Give me three pounds of regular pastries, all five flavors."
"I need two pounds of high-end pastries. Pack them up quickly, I'm going to give them away as gifts."
"I want premium pastries, five pieces, please."
"I want seven pieces, one of each flavor, and the remaining two pieces of mochi, this is delicious."
The guests rushed to give money to An Wan, fearing that she would refuse to accept the money and wouldn't weigh the pastries for them.
"Hello everyone, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, please line up. I guarantee that we have plenty of stock today so that everyone can buy some pastries to take home for their families."
What Anwan hates most is not queuing or cutting in line.
Seeing how adorable An Wan is, it's hard for the guests not to listen to her obediently.
So they stood in their positions and lined up neatly.
"Hello, what kind of pastries do you want? How many pounds?" An Wan kept repeating this question. Although it was a bit boring, she could still get money.
Even a casual transaction can easily cost over ten yuan. Not to mention when buying premium pastries, with ID number Z, one can buy several pastries and end up with several hundred yuan.
Anwan is incredibly fast at collecting money, finishing one transaction in just a few seconds.
Soon the cash register was filled with bills.
Lu Chun and his two brothers, along with Niu Ahong, were busy making and packaging pastries, and were almost overwhelmed with work.
The number of customers kept increasing, and Niu Ahong's hands trembled with fear as she watched the customers keep coming in.
Yunping and Lu Yanshu each brought a large plate of pastries from the kitchen and placed them in the glass cabinet.
After two busy hours, only two or three guests remained, giving Yunping and the others a chance to rest.
Lu Chunhe slumped onto the sofa, exhausted and powerless. He closed his eyes and pretended to doze off for a while.
He weighs pastries, two or three pounds at a time. How could he not exhaust himself?
Lu Jingming's job was a little simpler and easier; he was responsible for packing the weighed pastries into boxes.
Niu Ahong also sat down to drink tea and rest.
Lu Yanshu and Yunping then dealt with the few scattered guests.
In just one hour, the premium pastries priced at 200 yuan were sold out, leaving only about 100 jin of ordinary pastries and over 100 jin of high-grade pastries.
I believe it will sell out in less than an hour.
Anwan enjoys collecting and counting money, and she doesn't get tired even after working for two hours straight.
He Yurou brought Grandpa He to the shop, along with a strange girl.
"Wanwan, this is my good friend, Jiang Wanruo. She came to visit me during her summer vacation." He Yurou introduced her friend to An Wan first.
"Wanruo, this is Anwan, whom I often tell you about. Her nickname is Wanwan, which has the same pronunciation as your name. You two are really destined to meet."
"Hello, Sister Wanruo!" An Wan said in a sweet voice, looking openly at the beautiful girl in front of her.
Jiang Wanruo is about 1.65 meters tall. She was wearing a pink lace dress, which made her look exceptionally pure and gentle.
With delicate features, an oval face, and cherry lips, she is indeed very beautiful.
"Wanwan, I'll call you Wanwan from now on. It's nice to meet you. I've heard Yurou say you're great before, and watching you collect and calculate money just now, you seem like a pro."
Jiang Wanruo's voice is as gentle as the impression she gives.
"Sister Wanruo, I'm very good at keeping track of accounts and calculating money. Don't even think about skipping out on the bill. You can't pay a single cent less." An Wan is just that domineering.
In her past life, anyone who skipped out on the bill or underpaid would get a beating from her. If that wasn't enough, she'd give them two.
He Yurou led Jiang Wanruo to the VIP seats, where the two chatted and laughed.
An Wan went to the kitchen and brought out freshly brewed milk tea and five pieces of premium pastry, which she had specially reserved to entertain important guests.
"Try my bubble tea and see if it tastes good."
"Bubble tea? What is that? Is it made by grinding pearls into powder and soaking them in milk and tea?"
Jiang Wanruo was very curious. She picked up the milk tea cup and looked at it carefully inside and out, but she couldn't find a single pearl.
"Hahaha—you're so stupid!" He Yurou burst into laughter, showing no respect for her best friend at all.
"Wanruo, pearls are not the same as the pearl necklace you wear around your neck."
"What is this? A black pearl?" Jiang Wanruo asked curiously, stirring her milk tea with a spoon and scooping up a round, black object.
Are these "pearls" edible? Why are they black?
"These pearls are not the same as those pearls. The pearls in bubble tea are made with glutinous rice flour and brown sugar, guaranteed to be chewy and soft, and very delicious." An Wan introduced bubble tea once again.
Who told this China in the 1990s to be a parallel universe?
There's no trace of bubble tea here, which means Anwan was the first person to create bubble tea.
"Is it really that delicious?" Jiang Wanruo was half-believing, but she took a spoon, scooped up a pearl, and slowly put it in her mouth.
She loved the taste after just one bite of the pearl.
"Eat up!" He Yurou held a milk tea cup in one hand and picked up a lotus pastry with the other to eat.
"It's delicious! Wanwan, your cooking is amazing!"
"Sister Yurou, you've said that hundreds of times. Don't you get tired of it? If you don't, my ears are calloused. Why don't you try something new?"
An Wan couldn't help but roll her eyes twice and then proceeded to criticize He Yurou relentlessly.
"You little brat, get out of here!" He Yurou chased An Wan away. She never praised anyone before, except for An Wan.
So she hasn't learned many words to compliment people yet; we'll wait until she learns them before she starts using them.
"Fine, I'll get lost then." An Wan stuck out her tongue at He Yurou, made a face, and quickly slipped away, rubbing her shoes together.
She didn't want to stay.
She might as well go back and rest; she's a bit tired too.
I really want to lie on my big bed, watching TV while eating bubble tea and pastries.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the money to buy a TV.
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