Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

At that time, state-owned restaurants were considered high-end consumption places among the choices available to the public. At least in places like towns, other snack bars had no competitive advantage at all.

People with a little bit of status like to dine at state-owned restaurants. Regardless of the service level, the food is said to be really good.

The reason why I heard it was because Zheng Guixiang was reluctant to bring his children to have a meal.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door, they were stopped by a girl with two pigtails: "Little boy, who are you looking for?"

We don't look like we're here for dinner? Zheng Juzi thought for a moment and said, "Hello, I'm from the village next door. Is Gu Xiaoer here?"

"Gu Xiaoer? Why haven't I heard of this person?" The girl frowned, seeming to doubt the purpose of the two little girls.

Zheng Juzi was puzzled: "Are you new here? I saw him in there last time. Why don't you ask him in the kitchen?"

The girl was indeed new. She looked at the two girls carefully. Although they were young girls, she knew where they worked and they should not be lying. After hesitating for a moment, she asked them to wait and went in to look for someone.

Soon, the girl came over with the old chef.

When he came to the two sisters, the old chef asked directly: "Why are you here at this time? Don't you want to go to school?"

The two who skipped class...

"Uncle, we want to find Gu Xiaoer." Zheng Juzi said.

"He's in class."

"In class?" Zheng Juzi was puzzled. "Isn't he working here?"

The old chef smiled and said, "He is in the sixth grade high school. I am his uncle. He likes to eat and drink here during his holidays."

As he spoke, the old chef took the two sisters inside and found a place to sit down. "Last time, the waiter said that you didn't collect the money. Today, uncle will treat you to a meal."

Zheng Juzi waved her hand quickly: "No need, we went to find Gu Xiaoer to ask him to help pass on some things, and I still have to cook for my brother at noon."

The old chef showed an approving look: "She has to earn a dowry for her sister and take care of her brother. She is a good girl."

Zheng Juzi waved her hands repeatedly: "That's not the case."

Zheng Hanqiu...Uncle, I'm still standing here, is it appropriate for you to say that?

When the old chef saw Zheng Hanqiu's stuff, he was a little surprised. It was an exquisite cloth pocket. "It looks quite exquisite. What is this?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he said seriously: "Little girl, don't fall in love too early."

Zheng Hanqiu... In the past, relatives at home liked to urge marriage, but now uncles remind people not to fall in love too early.

"Uncle, this is obviously for girls. My sister made it for Aunt Juanjuan to thank her for her help last time. We just went to the garment factory, but the people there didn't know us and wouldn't let us in, so I wanted to ask Gu Xiaoer to pass it on." Zheng Juzi explained while holding back a smile. "If you don't believe me, open it and take a look."

Obviously, the old chef didn't believe it. He really opened it and took a look. There were some strange circles inside: "What is this?"

Zheng Hanqiu explained: "A rubber band, used for tying hair."

After making sure it wasn't puppy love, the old chef accepted it and said, "Don't worry, she's my wife and I'll pass it on to you."

The two sisters thought to themselves: Calling our aunt Aunt Juanjuan?

After the work was done, the two said goodbye. After all, they were still students and it was not good to skip classes.

"Chef Fei, you found someone so quickly?" An aunt in a blue work coat who was paying the bill suddenly said.

"What? Who did you find?" Chef Fei looked confused.

The aunt in the blue coat was also confused and pointed at Zheng Juzi and said, "Aren't you looking for the man who sold blood tofu at the market? It's these two girls."

Obviously, people thought he had found the person and that's why he brought him to the restaurant.

Chef Fei was immediately surprised and asked, "Are you selling blood tofu?"

Zheng Juzi nodded: "Yes."

"How much do you have left?" asked Chef Fei.

Zheng Juzi: "There are only two or three at home."

"So little?" Chef Fei frowned. He had only heard of this thing recently. He didn't see it when he went there today. He didn't expect it to be delivered to his door.

Zheng Juzi explained: "All are sold out today."

Chef Fei asked again, "How much can you make in a day?"

Zheng Juzi: "See how my dad is killing the pig."

Generally speaking, it can be coordinated with the frequency of the market. Yes, although pigs are not slaughtered every time there is a market, usually one will be slaughtered, and even two will be slaughtered during a big market.

Chef Fei was surprised: "Is your father a butcher?"

Zheng Juzi: "Not exactly. My dad runs a breeding farm."

Chef Fei was even more surprised: "How can he be so thin when his family runs a breeding farm?"

He knew the man who ran a breeding farm in a nearby village. He looked honest and didn't seem like the type of person who could give birth to such a smart child.

You can't get fat in one bite. After more than a month, Zheng Juzi still had a little skinny face, but he spoke like a businessman. He asked, "It's a long story. Are you asking this because you want to buy my blood tofu?"

Chef Fei then remembered the important matter: "What is your blood tofu made of?"

Zheng Juzi smiled: "Secret."

Chef Fei also smiled and asked, "If I place an order with you, how much can you provide in a week?"

Zheng Juzi estimated: "About 120 to 200."

“But this is not a dish that everyone eats often. There may not be many people who like it. I guess the restaurant cannot consume so much in a week.” She usually controls the number of people at the stall to less than 100.

My nephew was right when he said that the other person was very honest. After all, children are a bit naive and they will be reminded that not many people like them when doing business.

However, their store really cannot accommodate so much. It was a colleague from the county who accidentally tasted it and wanted to buy some to try. After all, it is not an ingredient that everyone eats often, and the acceptance rate depends on the feedback from the customers.

"Give me 200 first. If the effect is good, I will continue to order from you." Chef Fei said.

"No problem." Zheng Juzi explained in advance: "3 for one dollar. I'm a child and the payment must be made in cash."

Adults should not bully children.

Restaurants usually buy goods on credit, and settle the bill once a month or once a quarter. Chef Fei frowned slightly and asked, "Can we let your parents come to negotiate?"

Zheng Juzi said seriously: "If you are sure it is a long-term big business, I will let my father negotiate. If it is just a trial phase, then I will make the decision."

Chef Fei... Although this is true, I still feel a little uncomfortable when I am negotiating business with a kid and being suppressed by the other party.

This is the only way for now even though it's uncomfortable. He really doesn't know how many people will accept this kind of food. He can't just ask others to lower the price for such a small quantity, right?

Soon both parties agreed on the delivery time and the final amount. 200 is not an integer multiple of 3, so Zheng Juzi gave a small discount and made it an integer of 65 yuan.