The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

Song Nan entered the kitchen, and the people in the kitchen were busy with what they were doing.

Father Liu, who came to work, was looking at the charcoal fire. Once someone called the pot, he immediately put two pieces of burning coal into the clean copper pot, and added three or two pieces of unburned charcoal on top.

Then he brought the copper pot to the stove next to him. Yunzhong on the side looked at the menu and put hot pot ingredients and warm water in it.

Seeing Song Nan enter the room at this moment, they knew that someone in front ordered the freshly fried hot pot ingredients.

Except for Liu's father and Yunzhong, everyone else in this room retreated.

The two fathers of Liu also wisely looked elsewhere. When they heard the shouts from outside, the two of them immediately started fucking skillfully.

Song Nan also took the pot and started frying.

It didn't take long for the hot pot ingredients ordered by Zhang Ruoxi to come out. She called to Liu's father: "Uncle Liu, double pot."

Father Liu skillfully took a copper pot separated by two copper pieces and added charcoal to it.

Then Song Nan put the hot pot ingredients inside. Song Dayou, who was waiting by the side, immediately rolled up the two cloths in his hands, carried the copper pot by the two ears, and followed Song Nan up to the second floor.

Song Nan was holding a large pot of warm water in his hand.

Going up the stairs on the second floor is much more troublesome than on the flat ground on the first floor.

Worried about a dangerous situation, Song Nan asked that the water and pots be carried separately on the second floor.

On the second floor, the dishes ordered by Zhang Ruoxi and the others had already been prepared by others in another room in the back kitchen, and were now neatly placed on the table.

Zhang Ruoxi and the two ordered a lot, and there were seven or eight plates placed on the fourth-floor shelf in the private room!

After Song Dayou finished cooking the pot and left, Song Nan also waved to Song Mu's wife: "I'm watching over here, you can go somewhere else."

Song Mu's wife also knew that she was an acquaintance of Song Nan, so she felt slightly blessed and left.

As soon as the private room door closed, Zhang Ruoxi immediately smiled and said, "This hot pot restaurant of yours is quite decent!"

"If it doesn't look good, I won't dare to drive it." Song Nan shook his head and smiled.

Then he looked at the dishes on the table that Zhang Ruoxi, Hua Zhixia and the others had mixed. Unexpectedly, she also had a copy.

These two people only had hot pot a few times and remembered her preferences.

"I didn't expect that the prices on the second floor were not very expensive." Hua Zhixia picked up the milk tea and looked out the window. She could see many people stroking their stomachs and leaving.

The shops at the intersection of these two streets are bustling.

But the hot pot has to be delicious, otherwise the business wouldn't be so good.

Zhang Ruoxi puffed up her cheeks and nodded: "Yes, I thought you would order ten taels or 20 taels! Why only one tael? Thank you?"

As soon as they came up, they asked about the prices on the first and second floors.

Unexpectedly, the price of the private room is only [-] silver per hour, and the freshly cooked hot pot ingredients are only one tael!

This is too cheap!

"No loss." Song Nan shook his head.

You can't lose money, but you can't make much money either.

The prices of the various dishes didn't look high, but she paid two or three cents a pound for the vegetables, which she could put on five or six plates.

All kinds of meat are cut into thin slices.Meat worth ten or twenty cents can be placed on several plates, and one plate costs five or six cents.

……

The main profit of her hotpot restaurant is gross profit.

The price of a private room is [-] yuan an hour, which seems to be a low price, but there are twelve hours in a day, and her shop is only open for four hours.

There are a total of nine private rooms on the second floor. She also followed the time regulations: the second floor can accommodate 36 tables a day.

Even if someone finishes eating in half an hour, there is no way to leave the free time for people outside the 36 tables.

In one day, 36 tables were received on the second floor of the hot pot restaurant. Anyone who wanted to book a private room had to wait until the next day to get there early.

"Ah? That's it!"

"But if you receive more people, won't you be able to earn more money?"

Zhang Ruoxi shook her head with a puzzled expression.

How can a businessman turn away money?

"I see." Hua Zhixia, who is also a businessman, said clearly: "You opened this hot pot restaurant not to make money, but to spread the name of Song's Hot Pot?"

"more or less."

Song Nan nodded: "This is called hunger marketing!"

"The same is true for Wan Qingsi. They sell so much every day, and those who can't get it have to wait for the next day. The second floor of this hot pot restaurant only accepts 36 tables every day, first come, first served."

"On the first floor, there is no limit on tables. It will be closed at certain times."

What's more, she is the only one who knows how to cook the hot pot ingredients on the second floor, so she can't tire herself.

Of course, this is not the main reason.

She just wanted to do hunger marketing and, like Hua Zhixia said, make the hot pot restaurant famous.

There are 36 tables a day, and no one can add more tables no matter how high the price offered by others.

What is most popular among people with money and status is not the expensive ones, but the rare and limited ones.

What's more, Song Nan is very confident in his hot pot.

Chili pepper, currently only she has it.

The peppers in the two acres of land in Taojia Village have all matured, and I have saved some of them for storage, and the rest have been made into hot pot ingredients.

The second batch of peppers has already been planted at Hot Spring Village.

Under her instructions, the Yun family also pulled up tarps and built several greenhouses.

(Necessary for the plot, pepper cultivation is not that simple~)

Zhang Ruoxi pursed her lips and said, "Huh? Then we will be late and we won't have to eat..."

"Are you still coming?" Hua Zhixia glanced over with sharp eyes: "As I said, you are inconvenient now. If you want to eat hot pot, we can just go to your village. Why do you have to come to the county seat?"

Zhang Ruoxi said aggrievedly: "Aren't I bored alone in Zhuangzi? And Nannan's hot pot restaurant is opening today, and I can't come to support it?"

Song Nan said coldly: "Alone? Are you sure you are alone?"

There were not only the original people in the village, but also the people under Zhang Ruoxi and the maids and women around him.

Although they are not free agents, they are still human beings.

Zhang Ruoxi said coyly: "Oh, you know that's not what I meant~"

"I just can't sit still, and if I don't come during this period, I won't be able to come out if my stomach gets upset in the future."

She is also very confused about whether it’s okay or not~

Hua Zhixia snorted coldly: "It's just this once. If you want to play or eat hot pot in the future, just ask someone to send us a message."

Zhang Ruoxi nodded repeatedly, picked up the chopsticks and said: "The hot pot is open, add the meat and the hairy belly~"

Song Nan shook his head and smiled, and Zhang Ruoxi looked like "I know I was wrong, but I will dare again next time."

After finishing the hot pot, she had to talk to Hua Zhixia about her.

But Song Nan didn't expect that she would leave the box without even finishing the hot pot.

Not for anything else.

Because someone came to the second floor again!

As a chef who cooks hot pot ingredients, how could she be lazy? !