Food customizer.

After resting in the corner for a while, Su Chen felt that it was about time, so he got up and turned back towards the Happy Egg Fried Rice.

Hold the pot in your left hand and the spatula in your right hand.

The exaggerated shape of the spatula once attracted the attention of passers-by.

After Su Chen bought three buckets of Coke on credit, the owner of Happy Egg Fried Rice sat behind the counter of the shop and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Wife, what do you think these guys are doing? Why are they setting up a stall in front of our house?"

The woman stopped mending her apron and looked out the door. "This doesn't look like a stall. What can such a small stove do? Hey, look at what's written on that cardboard?"

The boss took a puff of his cigarette, puffed out smoke, squinted his eyes and looked out carefully, and couldn't help but read out along with the words on the cardboard, "Super Happy Egg Fried Rice?"

"Haha, is he trying to steal our business? But he bought the goods from us for ten yuan, and then he fried one portion himself and sold it for 12 yuan? He only made two yuan for one portion of fried rice for so many people, isn't that ridiculous?"

The woman was also a little confused.

Isn't this just pure stupid behavior?

What I mean is, if a passerby wants to eat fried rice now, he can go in and sit down to eat, and he can also get free pickles and tea, and then have a large portion of fried rice that is filling and tastes good, all for only 12 yuan.

Will this person choose to eat standing outside just because your stall is called [Super Happy Egg Fried Rice] and my restaurant is called [Happy Egg Fried Rice]?

Not even a sip of hot water.

"If these guys ask us to borrow hot water later, don't lend it to them."

These were the only things the lady boss could think of. She felt that her advantages were obvious, and as long as she didn't give her advantages to others, even if these people turned the tables, they would not be able to steal business from her store.

And the man continued to squint his eyes, "How dare they sell a serving of egg fried rice for 18 yuan? Who would eat this, haha!"

Upon hearing this, the proprietress stopped what she was doing and squinted her eyes to look carefully.

The price was indeed clearly stated on the sign next to the stove.

18

That’s not right. There seems to be another number after 18, 18.8?

"How come there are both small and large orders here? They charge 80 cents for fried rice depending on the number of people, haha."

The man felt something was not right. The behavior of these people was too abnormal. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the cigarette butt was flattened. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the door.

He only walked a few steps forward when he suddenly stopped and said, "Wife, come over and take a look. Did they forget to add the decimal point?"

The woman simply put down what she was holding, walked to the door and looked at the card carefully.

She opened the door, "Little girl?"

He Shuting looked back and smiled sweetly, "Madam Boss, what's the matter?"

The woman pointed at the card and said, "You marked the price wrong. You forgot to add a decimal point."

He Shuting glanced at the sign and said, "Thank you~ But we didn't write it wrong, this is our price."

The boss took a breath and said, "You mean, the egg fried rice you sell is 188 yuan?"

He Shuting nodded, "Yeah~ But it's not one portion, it's your portion. We're going to sell it in two portions."

The man's mouth twisted and his brows knitted tightly, "Tsk. How much are you selling half a meal for?"

As if he was afraid that the other party might not understand, he changed the topic and asked, "One hundred and eighty-eight?"

He Shuting still stood there and nodded, "Yeah~"

After saying that, she sat on the steps where Ling Shuyu was sitting. It was a shady spot out of the sun.

The boss closed the door and took his wife's hand and walked a few steps inside. "Crazy, this group of people must be crazy. Or they are internet celebrities or something. I just saw two of them holding cameras."

The lady boss smiled and said, "What's wrong with internet celebrities? They can't sell a meal for less than 200 yuan. Isn't that cheating people? Besides, the people eating here are not fools. Who would eat such an expensive meal?"

The man nodded in agreement. "I thought they were here to steal our business, but it seems they are just a bunch of ignorant youngsters. Their clothes are pretty good, maybe they are rich second-generations who are here to experience life."

The two smiled at each other, their words full of playful meaning.

The woman continued to mend her apron, while the man went back behind the bar and opened a worn laptop. As the music started, he logged into his Fantasy Westward Journey account.

Sun Xiaoting and the other person also found a cool place to stay. After chatting for a while, Director Sun pushed the guy next to him and said, "Boss Su is back. Give us a shot."

The young man pointed the camera at Su Chen who was walking on the street.

The black suit was meticulously groomed, and the autumn sunlight near noon shining on Boss Su's body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold.

He was walking slowly towards this side, holding a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other.

"Boss Su is a natural born star. He looks better in the camera than in real life."

Sun Xiaoting also agreed very much.

Some people look good in real life, but not so good on camera. People like Su Chen, who looks handsome in real life but becomes even more handsome on camera, are one in a million star talents.

"What a pity! If Boss Su could sing and act, he would definitely be able to make his debut."

The young man tilted his head and said, "If you can cook, maybe you can make your debut. Isn't Nicholas Tse a cook?"

Sun Xiaoting opened his mouth and wanted to say something but no words came out.

I thought that young guys nowadays are so ignorant. They didn’t even know that Nicholas Tse won the Best Actor Award in a movie before he started cooking, and how popular he was in singing?

Never mind, this has nothing to do with today's show, and he was too lazy to say more.

Su Chen returned to the entrance of the restaurant, put the wok on the stove, and threw the spatula in.

"Boss, what now? What should I do?"

Su Chen sat down between the two beauties, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed, "Jiang Taigong fishing."

Before He Shuting could react, Ling Shuyu tilted his head speechlessly, "Willing to take the bait?"

Seeing that Su Chen didn't say anything, it was obvious that he agreed.

Ling Shuyu was a little anxious, "Boss, shouldn't we fry some first when there are more people? After the aroma of the rice spreads, maybe the customers will be willing to try it. After all, our price is a bit..."

Su Chen didn't say anything, still with his eyes slightly closed, looking like he was asleep.

Ling Shuyu looked at He Shuting helplessly.

Since Boss Su is the captain, all they need to do is to obey the captain's command unconditionally.

It is like this when you are in the company, and it is still like this when you go out.

But the question is, did Jiang Taigong really catch a fish later?

As time came to eleven o'clock, people began to walk into Happy Egg Fried Rice one after another. Ling Shuyu bent forward, followed by Su Chen, and said to He Shuting, "It feels like this area is full of office workers, just like the company I worked in before."

You can also get a glimpse of this from the way these diners are dressed.

Most of the people who came into the house to eat during this time were wearing various work clothes. Some were staff members of nearby supermarkets, and some were staff members of nearby shopping malls.

Or they just wear an ordinary red T-shirt with a brand's logo printed on it.

Or they wear black suits and skirts, hiss and black high heels, and you can tell at a glance that they are shopping mall staff.

Whenever these diners walk into the restaurant, they will stop for a moment and take a look at the trio at the door. When their eyes fall on the card, they are often stunned at first, and then they continue to move forward and walk into the Happy Egg Fried Rice House.

"I said this is nonsense. Who would sell half a portion of fried rice for 180 yuan?" The boss started to get busy in the kitchen.

He has been making egg fried rice, such a simple dish, in this small kitchen for three years. He can make it easily without even having to observe it with his eyes.

The woman who came in to serve the food laughed out loud, "Alright, forget about it and just cook your meal."

The man smiled contemptuously and continued to fry rice with his head down.

Outside the door, as more and more guests came in, there were already more than a dozen people sitting at the six small square tables, and He Shuting began to get anxious.

"Is the boss really asleep?"

Ling Shuyu didn't know either. She glanced at the calm Su Chen and said, "I think so."

"So we're just going to sit here and do nothing?"

Ling Shuyu lowered his eyelids, feeling a little annoyed, "What else can I do?"

On the other hand, Su Chen was not in a hurry at all, as if this matter had nothing to do with him anymore.

Nobody knows.

At this moment, Su Chen was secretly thinking about something.

'188 yuan, isn't that too cheap?'

"These two girls are too anxious. It's not even twelve o'clock yet."

Based on his many years of experience as a host, Su Chen understood one thing.

There is everything in this world except fools.

If a serving of rice costs 12 yuan, no one will be interested in it because it looks like just ordinary fried rice.

But if it’s 188 for a serving of rice, there will always be people asking about it.

It may be out of curiosity, or it may be a joke, but someone will definitely come to ask.

This is just like the small stalls selling internet-famous instant noodles that can be found in many places on the streets now.

It's obviously just a pack of imported instant noodles for three or five yuan, but the boss lady cooks it and adds a sausage and instantly sells it for 38 yuan. Aren't there people who are enjoying eating it?

So

Su Chen continued to close his eyes and conserve his energy. Three days was a long time, and there would always be someone coming to ask questions.

And Su Chen also has absolute confidence that when SSS-level fried rice comes out, no one will be able to resist the temptation it brings.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Customers of Happy Egg Fried Rice come and go in batches.

From noon, to afternoon, and then to sunset.

However, no one came to the Super Happy Egg Fried Rice stall. Ling Shuyu and He Shuting stood up and walked around in circles several times, and they began to feel anxious.

More importantly, apart from breakfast, they haven't eaten anything all day, and the captain has no intention of cooking.

They were both hungry.

Especially when she saw Sun Xiaoting and the staff eating hamburgers from the takeaway they ordered at some point, He Shuting rubbed her stomach and looked at Ling Shuyu innocently, "Sister Ling, what should we do?"

Ling Shuyu, who was always calm, glanced at Boss Su who was still dozing off, and said, "Wait a little longer. If no one comes, we can think of other ways."

Although he said this, Ling Shuyu actually didn't have any good ideas in mind.

Su Chen had spent all of the 100 yuan starting capital, and he still owed the fried rice boss nine yuan, which made him very uncomfortable.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Ling Shuyu couldn't bear it anymore.

I haven't found a place to sleep tonight yet.

She turned her head to look at Boss Su who was still in the same position, and reached out to wake him up, and that was when she did it!!!

"What the hell is this? Fried rice? It costs 188 just because of one extra word?"

Ling Shuyu and He Shuting suddenly became alert and looked towards the voice excitedly.

In front of

The man, wearing a wrinkled grey short-sleeved shirt and a pair of equally wrinkled pajama pants, pushed up his glasses and asked, "Robbery?"

Zhou Hai confirmed that it was not his eyes that were blurring out, but that it was indeed written on the cardboard that a serving of fried rice cost 188 yuan.

He took out his cell phone, took a photo, and sent it to a group on his phone. He shook his head and walked towards the Happy Egg Fried Rice.

He Shuting originally wanted to explain how delicious this egg fried rice was, but when she saw the man walking in, she took the words back.

Because she had also eaten Boss Su’s fried rice, which was indeed delicious, but to say that it was selling for 188 yuan was a bit too much.

Zhou Hai was about to push the door open and go in.

I received several messages in the group on my mobile phone.

"Wow, a serving of fried rice for 188? Is this a state banquet chef setting up a stall?"

"Awesome, awesome! Mr. Zhou, please give us a live broadcast. Mr. Zhou, who earns over 188 yuan a month, is reluctant to eat yuan worth of egg fried rice?"

"This is so funny, I'm afraid this egg fried rice is made of gold. Poseidon, please give us a portion so we can see if it tastes good."

Zhou Hai withdrew his hand that was about to push the door.

Put on a smile and start replying to messages.

"Do you think I'm a fool? Give me a red envelope and I'll go try it. It's really good."

As a freelance worker, Zhou Hai's work and rest schedule is rather disordered, but also relatively free.

His usual habit is to go to bed at four or five in the morning, wake up in the afternoon, go downstairs to eat a large portion of fried rice, pack another portion to take back, and start staying up late to write.

Well, Zhou Hai is a miserable online novel writer.

The income is not bad, but Zhou Hai, who is addicted to writing, basically has no time to go out and spend money. His daily life is extremely simple. Except for going out to eat, he basically stays at home writing.

This group is his local author group.

All the people in it are young people similar to him. Sometimes when one of them has a lot of royalties, they will organize everyone to have a meal together or something, which is a bit of fun in their ordinary life.

[Civet cats love to eat coriander: Isn’t Poseidon planning to write about food in his new book? This is a great topic, go and try it! ]

[K: 9494, go and try it quickly. If it tastes good, let’s go and try it now.]

[Love to eat braised pork: I earn 188 yuan a month but I dare not eat yuan fried rice? It will embarrass the author of Qinzhou if it gets out. ]

After seeing these comments, Zhou Hai suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

Do you really think I'm a fool?

Just when Zhou Hai was about to send a message to fight back.

A big red square appeared on the phone interface!!!

[Civet cats love to eat coriander: Damn, it’s an exclusive red envelope? ]

【K: I’m so giao! I can’t get it! That’s too much, Mr. Mu.】

[Love to eat braised pork: Mu Ye is awesome, what does this red envelope mean? ]

Mu Ye is the only person in this group who does not write books. Zhou Hai and others only know that he is a relatively wealthy reader from Qinzhou.

Often when I enjoy reading a book, I will give them hundreds or thousands of dollars in rewards for no apparent reason.

Well, the authors in this group are all Mu Ye’s bootlickers.

Just when Zhou Hai was hesitating whether to open the red envelope.

Only Mu Ye, who usually doesn't talk much, spoke.

【Lao Mu: I’ll pay, you go eat, and start live streaming. 】