Chen Feima had his own ideas about the management of index finger private dishes. As Guo Ai said, it was similar to "Late Night Canteen".

Of course, business time is not the same thing, it mainly depends on the arrangement of the recipe.

It is not fixed, it is replaced every day, what ingredients to buy and what dishes to make on the day, and then hand-written it on a small blackboard for diners to order.

There are many recipes in "Healthy Cooking Collection", with hundreds of dishes, with different cuisines and wide coverage. Because of this, Chen Feima has enough confidence to retain diners and attract repeat customers through delicious and affordable dishes.

He is different from Teacher Guo, who only likes cooking. Chen Feima goes straight to make money.

To be honest, when I was doing business in Tinghuxiang, I made one or two hundred yuan in one night, but it was really a waste of money when I was deducting the rent cost.

Such profit conditions are definitely a loss if they are under normal circumstances.

From this we can see how good Mr. Guo’s business is.

Teacher Guo is rich and has several houses in Jiangcheng. He can be willful, but Chen Feima is unwilling to miss this good opportunity.

Guo Zhongheng goes out, if he is quick, he will be back in half a month.

At that time, Chen Feima had to step down from the position of the palm of his hand and do a part-time job in holding the plates, with an hourly wage of twenty.

So during this period, try to make the source of customers, from six to ten o'clock, in just four hours, as long as there are always customers in the store, you will naturally make money.

There were no guests before.

Now that I have just taken over, there are no more diners at once. I need to increase publicity and wait for the reputation to ferment.

Chen Feima has a small goal, which is to make thousands of dollars in these ten days.

Such an opportunity is rare and must be seized.

Locked the door and walked on Tinghu Lane.

The current situation is the most lively time here, with traffic and bustling.

Compared with the past, the rhythm and way of people's life in modern society have undergone tremendous changes. There is a faint trend of black and white reversal, with more and more night owls hiding at night.

Mr. Lu Yao had a very famous writing note about "Ordinary World", called "Morning Starts From Noon", which shows the disorder of work and rest and the difficulty of writing.

But nowadays, many people, especially the younger generation, basically start their mornings from noon.

Not long ago, Chen Feima was a typical night owl. He was not sleepy at all at night at twelve o'clock. Or, even if he didn't have a good rest during the day, causing Ah Baliantian to fight with his eyelids, he still refused to fall asleep and had to hold his mobile phone to play a game with his classmates and friends before talking about it.

If the game is so exciting, then another game...

One round after another, I couldn't stop at all.

OK, that's going to go far.

Chen Feima's meaning was to look at the crowds coming and going to Tinghu Lane, men and women, and young faces with vibrant young faces: These are all sources of customers!

They are also rich and willful!

If the index finger private dishes are still open at this time, the income will be at least twice or even several times larger.

But there is no way. Chen Feima couldn't change the business time set by Guo Zhongheng, and the Changsheng system was supervising it. He had to go to bed at 11 o'clock.

Then go back to school.

There is no end to money...

But he even wanted to say that if you don’t make money, you will be done...

At night, there is a peaceful mood, street lights are searching, trees are lush, students are walking through the path; students are sitting and lying on the grass; there seem to be moaning sounds and rustling in the shade of trees in some corners; the tall library is brightly lit, and as long as the door is opened, it will always be filled with hard-working students; and on the wide sports field, there are also many fitness people who are exercising, running, and playing ball...

On a campus, there are many people, different lifestyles and different life choices.

This scene is happening almost every day.

However, before, Chen Feima knew nothing about this and turned a blind eye to it.

At that time, he was only immersed in his own small world, in a small mobile phone screen, and in the virtual world of the computer.

"My life shouldn't be like that, so confused, so embarrassed, so confused..."

Suddenly, Chen Feima stood there, crying.

"Hey, look, that person is crying."

"I cried so ugly..."

"Why did you think he cried?"

"Who knows, maybe he's broken up."

"It's so fat, it's normal for a love-breaker to break up. Most girls can't stand it. If you are suppressed like this, you will be crushed by accident..."

Amid the lowly discussion, Fat Ma Ge fled in panic.

In the dormitory, the roommates were in three rows, shouting loudly, and the atmosphere was warm. Especially Wang Jiangpeng was the most active, giving instructions to the country and urging the world:

"I said to Brother Fei, you monkey jungler can't do it. You shouldn't have gone to fight the soldiers just now. You should jump the stick. Borrow the soldiers and jump to the back and cut the short-legged Luban directly. Kill the shooter and then stop this wave..."

"President, too, you are a tank. Lian Po is so succulent this season. Just carry it up and what are you running..."

He looked up and saw Chen Feima coming back and shouted, "Brother Fat Ma, my buddy has successfully advanced to the top, and it's a king."

If it were before, Chen Feima would have rushed up with envy and said, "Show me", then asked, "How to get to the king", and yelled, "I want to get to the king too", and so on.

But now I listened to it and felt calm without any turbulence: "Oh, it's pretty good, I'll go take a shower first."

Wang Jiangpeng shouted: "You go and take a shower first. I will take you flying later. Just lie down."

After taking a shower and wearing pairs of shorts, Chen Feima felt a little tired.

Wang Jiangpeng over there shouted: "Brother Fat Ma, come online quickly, we will row five."

Chen Feima picked up his mobile phone, opened the program familiarly, and entered the turbulent and enthusiastic game world.

There are four people in the dormitory, plus a classmate who usually plays with them, which happens to be five rows.

Chen Feima used "Zhong Wuyan", which is his natal hero and he plays very well. He likes the skills of this hero the most, and he opens and closes the big ones. Although he is a female character, he is on a domineering route, holding a sledgehammer and smashing it with one hammer. If he strikes a critical blow, he will directly kill the opponent in seconds, which will be very refreshing.

However, this time, Chen Feima's performance in the fifth row was not at the right level and often made mistakes. He may be tired or not focused. Somehow, the fight that used to be hot and passionate now seems to be meaningless.

How to say it, there is no sense of freshness and satisfaction.

"Oh, I lost!"

The moment the crystal was pushed through, Wang Jiangpeng howled in pain: "A star fell... Fat Ma Brother, what's wrong with you? Several team battles came slowly."

Chen Feima scratched his head: "Sorry, I'm not in the state. I'm too tired today. I can take notes and you guys can play."

As he said that, he quit the game.

Wang Jiangpeng said: "Don't let it go, I'm not blaming you..."

Chen Feima smiled and said, "I understand, everyone has been playing together for so long. I am really tired today, so I go to bed after reading books."

"All right."

The three continued to rank.

While playing, Peng Qunli asked, "Brother Fat Ma, it's better for you to do part-time jobs."

Chen Feima replied: "It's pretty good..."

He had a meal and smiled and said, "Yes, I forgot to tell everyone that the restaurant owner has gone far away. Now I will take care of it. Let's go there together tomorrow and I will treat you to dinner."

Hearing this, Chen Zhifei didn't care about playing games: "Is that right? You can still cook?"

Peng Qunli smiled and said, "Did you forget? Fat Ma Ge's house runs a restaurant."

Chen Zhifei said: "Opening a restaurant at home doesn't mean he can cook."
Chapter completed!