Build a doomsday base, starting from the infinite supermarket.

Because Guo Xiong had a deep impression of that person, he quickly found him.

When the man heard that it was Song Zhi looking for him, he followed happily.

There was a hint of joy on Wang Xiang's face, his heart was pounding, and his face was a little flushed. He was now excited and nervous.

He had found out when he was staying in the hotel before that all the ingredients used by Sister Shi to cook were provided by Boss Song.

Now Boss Song wants him to come over, maybe, possibly, probably, to ask him to cook.

Plus, he filled out the survey the day before yesterday.

Wang Xiang felt very happy, with the corners of his mouth obviously raised.

Guo Xiong looked at his worthless face and couldn't help but complain silently in his heart.

Look at your worthless face. You just need to cook. Are you really that happy?

Guo Xiong didn't understand.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the supermarket. Guo Xiong brought Wang Xiang to Song Zhi and turned back to work.

There were a few customers coming to the supermarket, so he had to go and take a look.

"Hello, what's your name?"

Song Zhi had a faint smile on her face. She sat on the chair and raised her eyebrows to glance at Wang Xiang.

"I...that..." Wang Xiang's inner tension reached its peak at this moment. He stuttered and barely squeaked out a few words.

Song Zhi also noticed his nervousness and waved at him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually, sit down, and we'll talk slowly."

"Okay, thank you, Boss Song." Wang Xiang sat down opposite Song Zhi.

Perhaps it was because he had someone to support him that made Wang Xiang feel temporarily at ease.

"I asked you to come here today because I saw the form you filled out. You said your wish was to cook again?"

Song Zhi held the watch in his hand and felt extremely happy.

If you want to cook well, she can taste it for free.

"Yes, yes. My name is Wang Xiang. To be honest, before the end of the world, I was actually a gourmet. My greatest hobby in life is cooking."

"But when the end of the world came, a lot of land was polluted. Not to mention edible vegetables, even some green plants didn't grow in the fields. Without food, I had no room to show my talents. Fortunately, I accidentally awakened my fire ability at the beginning of the end of the world, so I was lucky enough to live until now."

Wang Xiang spoke seriously and did not hide anything from Song Zhi.

When he said he had fire-related abilities, he even showed it to Song Zhiliang.

Song Zhi sighed inwardly.

I am indeed lucky to be alive today. I was not on guard at all when dealing with strangers. I just gave up the few cards I had.

"You said you were a gourmet before, what types of dishes can you cook?"

Song Zhi grasped the key point perfectly. This is what she should care about and pay attention to.

What dishes can you cook and are they delicious?

She doesn’t eat spicy food, but she likes soup and the original flavor of food. It would be great if she could make this type of food.

When it comes to food, Wang Xiang's eyes light up and his tone of voice becomes like a different person, becoming much more confident.

"I can cook both Chinese and Western food, and I know all eight major Chinese cuisines. The recipes are all imprinted in my mind, except for some that require precious ingredients, which I have never replicated. For the rest, I have experience.

I have studied western cuisine at Le Cordon Bleu in France, so don't worry, it's absolutely the best. Whatever dish you want, as long as I have the ingredients, I can make it!"

Wang Xiang spoke seriously and stood up from his chair at the back.

He really wanted to experience the feeling of cooking again, even if it meant working for Boss Song for free.

"Boss Song, you ask this because you want to..." Wang Xiang looked expectant.

Song Zhi didn't keep him hanging. She nodded and expressed her thoughts.

"Yes, I want to try your cooking skills first. If it's good, I hope to open a restaurant and hire you as the chef."

It would be a bit of a waste to only use the water source in the middle of such a large farm.

I heard from the system that planting crops on farm land will also have an accelerating effect.

Song Zhi decided to open a restaurant at the entrance of the farm to provide meals for passers-by and hotel guests.

The ingredients are freshly picked from the farm and cooked by the chef.

Limit the number of dishes to 10 per day and sell them for a few days to see the effect. If business is booming, increase pre-sales, but do not increase the number of dishes.

After the restaurant's reputation is established, the daily dishes will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

In the end times, there are many people who are obsessed with fresh vegetables.

Fresh vegetables are not just food, they also represent vitality and represent that in this end times, not everything is polluted, at least these vegetables are not.

Let them have the courage and persistence to continue living and fighting the zombies.

In a short period of time, Song Zhi had unknowingly figured out the marketing strategy.

As the system listened, it couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Host, how did you come up with these things? But... the daily limit is ten servings, isn't that too little?"

It costs 100,000 wealth points to unlock a restaurant.

After spending so much wealth, only ten dishes are sold every day. Isn't that too little? Won't you even fail to make back the cost in the end?

"Of course not, this is called hunger marketing." Song Zhi shook his head.

"I guess there's only one chef here, and he can't cook too many dishes. Ten dishes a day is enough. Ten dishes won't all be sold at the same price. These vegetables are rare in the apocalypse, and they will surely attract a lot of wealthy people. When the auction is held, the highest bidder wins, and the return on investment will be quick."

Song Zhi spoke eloquently and very fluently.

The system was stunned.

After a long while, it managed to utter a word: "6."

This is simply capital. She is a real capitalist. She can make a restaurant into something special.

System: Limited quantity! Auction! Why don’t you win it through lottery?

Song Zhi was shocked: "Huh? How do you know I've thought about this? For every 1,000 Chinese Yuan spent on the lottery, there is a 0.05% chance of winning a dish directly. If you win 80 draws, you will get a random dish. If you win 160 draws, you can choose a dish.

System: Aren’t you afraid of being beaten for coming up with such a rule?

Song Zhi: I was afraid, so I didn’t mention the lottery just now.

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After a series of conversations, Wang Xiang finally got a chance to try, which was equivalent to an interview.

If the dishes meet Song Zhi's requirements, then Song Zhi will hire Wang Xiang as the head chef of the restaurant to satisfy his desire to cook many dishes.

"Boss Song, I really...thank you so much, I will definitely not let you down, really..."

Wang Xiang said excitedly, and as he spoke, he kept bowing to Song Zhi to express his gratitude.

"Okay, I'll wait and see. You can use the hotel's kitchen, and you can write me a list of the ingredients you need, and I'll prepare them for you."

"Okay, then I'll go now."

Wang Xiang couldn't wait to write the order.

He had no doubt about what Song Zhi said, that he would prepare whatever he needed.

After all, I secretly watch the meals that Sister Shi eats every day, so I know very well how fresh the ingredients are.