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The next morning at about four o'clock, there was a noise in the lobby. The chef was already cleaning up the tableware in the kitchen to make the breakfast that was going to be sold in the morning, and Xiaohong also got up early to help Chef's job.

As a result, Huangfu Xijue and Mu Xiaoyan couldn't sleep anymore, so they dragged their bodies still wanting to sleep to help the chef, and went to the hall to set up tables and chairs.

Customers started to come in at about five o'clock. Some of them ate in the store, but most of them were to be taken away.

The most popular breakfast items are porridge and deep-fried dough sticks. The porridge is boiled early in the morning, and the deep-fried dough sticks are made by the chef. Huangfu Xijue has a better image and is sent by Sister Feng to deliver meals to the guests. Xiaohong is responsible for clearing the table after the guests leave. There was also washing the dishes, and the final kneading job was handed over to Mu Xiaoyan.

In fact, kneading noodles is not a difficult task for Mu Xiaoyan, because her home is a noodle shop, and there are many people who eat noodles from morning till night. a lot of.

"Six deep-fried dough sticks, two bowls of white rice porridge, take them away..." Xiao Hong had just cleared the table and ushered in two guests, beckoning them to sit down, and shouting towards the kitchen.

The chef took a look at Xiaohong, took a transparent plastic bag and put it on the deep-fried dough sticks just now: "Xiaoyan, go and put two bowls of white rice porridge."

Mu Xiaoyan stopped what she was doing, lifted the sleeves on her arms, grabbed two plastic bags from the position next to the chef, and ran to the vat. When she reached out, she found that the spoon that should have been in the vat was missing. .

Mu Xiaoyan turned her head to look for a spoon, and another person appeared in the kitchen. This person she had seen last night was the man who broke in in the middle of the night. He was serving porridge from another bucket right now.

"Hey, help me get two fried dough sticks!" The man filled the porridge, threw the spoon into the bucket, and shouted at Mu Xiaoyan.

Mu Xiaoyan stared at him blankly, then turned to the chef and said, "Uncle, this man wants two fried dough sticks."

The chef had just filled the fried dough sticks for the guests, and when he saw that the basket was empty, he said, "Wait a minute, there are no more sticks now."

"You have some in your hand, just give it to me." The man pointed to the plastic bag in the chef's hand and said.

"This belongs to the guest." The chef looked up at him with a look of extreme disdain.

At this time, Mu Xiaoyan had just picked up the spoon that the man had thrown in another porridge bucket, ready to serve porridge for the guests.

"Can't you just make new ones and give them to the guests? I have to go out after dinner, so you can give it to me first." The man took two steps shamelessly and stood in front of the chef, reaching out his hand to ask the chef for his fritters.

"Just wait a little longer. Give these to the guests first." The chef turned his head to help himself, completely ignoring the man's extended hand.

But this doesn't mean the matter is over. Seeing that the chef didn't intend to get the fried dough sticks for him, the man turned his finger on Mu Xiaoyan again: "Hey, girl, help me reach out for the fried dough sticks."

How can you open your own store and have food eaten by your family first, and then let the customers wait?Mu Xiaoyan understood this truth, so after hearing his request, she became very embarrassed.

"Uncle, just wait a little longer, the next pot of fried dough sticks will come out soon."