NOVEL NEXT Chapter 163
"I'm not working tomorrow, I'm going to have a blast, so comfortable!"
"I'm not working tomorrow, I'm going to be as lazy as I want!"
"I'm not working tomorrow, no need to care when the alarm rings!"
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Lu Xiyao thoroughly enjoyed being the little boss lady. Her tablet was playing music randomly, and Lu Xiyao thought this dialect song was very catchy and the melody was addictive.
"Cool, wow-wow~!"
She also sang along for a couple of lines.
The little one's soft, sweet voice singing Sichuan dialect lyrics was quite entertaining. The customers couldn't stop laughing. Lu Qin heard the song and raised an eyebrow, then gently ruffled the little one's head.
"Kids listening to children's songs."
Lu Qin opened the tablet, switched to the children's song section, and played "Little Jumping Frog."
The little one didn't mind and started singing along to the song.
"Happy ponds planted, dreams turn into oceans"
"Big eyes and big mouths, singing loud and clear"
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Lu Xiyao was selling food while happily shaking her little hips. She was overjoyed. Lu Qin smiled watching the little one so happy, his face constantly carrying a smile as well.
Lu Xiyao was selling iced mung bean paste, Osmanthus Oolong milk tea, and Ice Crystal Cake. When they first started selling, she was already craving, so she asked Boss Lu for a cup of Osmanthus Oolong milk tea.
The milk tea sold outside was 550 milliliters per cup, but Lu Qin didn't let the little one drink so much, especially at night. He only let her have half a cup, leaving the other half for Xiaomi.
Half a cup of milk tea was enough for Lu Xiyao, and she happily accepted. The early summer night market, lights dimming and flashing. The narrow alley filled with the strong aroma, and the bustling Lu Qin food stall was full of customers.
On the Jiangda campus forum, there were many posts about Lu Qin food. Students who had tried Lu Qin food couldn't resist sharing this 'divine' food stall outside the campus. Other stalls' food could only be called food, but Lu Qin's food could be called "gourmet." And it was divine gourmet!
Tonight, a hot post was pinned to the top, and the cover picture was of Lu Qin's food truck. The sign of the "Lu Qin Food Stall" with neon lights was eye-catching, and the lights decorating the food truck were both fashionable and creative, setting the perfect atmosphere.
Inside the open window, the handsome boss, the cute little boss lady, and a hardworking employee, the picture was beautiful as a painting. Such a food truck was hard to resist attracting customers.
Moreover, Lu Qin Food Stall had already become famous on the university town night market street. Customers flocked there. This post had a high discussion rate.
"Lu Qin has a new product, pickled chicken feet. It's the best pickled chicken feet I've ever had. I drank all the sauce!"
"Damn! Can't even get it! I ran here right after my evening self-study, but the pickled chicken feet were already sold out!"
"Classmate upstairs, you're too daring! I skipped the first class of self-study to run here! Still didn't get the pickled chicken feet! But I got the Imperial Chicken Wings and iced mung bean paste!"
"The business is too hot! I only got one serving of fried rice noodles, and my six roommates had to share it. We fought over the last bite, two of us even broke up!"
"I bought two boxes of pickled vegetables! Tomorrow for breakfast, I'll have porridge with pickled vegetables! So tasty!"
"Are the pickled vegetables for sale? I'll pay double!"
"Hey, I'll buy a box of pickled vegetables for 100 yuan!"
"Not even for 1000! I might agree, but my mouth won't! Even if my mouth agrees, my stomach won't! No deal, no deal!"
"Boss Lu is so handsome! I'm crazy about him!"
"The chef Lu Qin is even more handsome! He's too hot!"
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At 9:15 PM, most of the food was sold out. There were about ten servings of fried rice noodles left, and although there were still more than thirty customers in line, Lu Qin decided to close the stall.
The little one had school tomorrow and needed to go to bed early. When the words "closing the stall" were announced, the customers looked disappointed.
"Boss, you can go, I'll tidy up and take the food truck back."
Xiaomi moved the folding stools into the food truck.
Lu Qin thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, we'll leave first."
He carried the little one into the car and started the engine. After the stall closed, the little one started getting sleepy, her eyelids drooping, and she dozed off in the car.
After all, she was just a child, and running a stall was tiring. After a couple of hours, her energy was nowhere near what it was at the beginning. Plus, she had been singing, dancing, and rapping the whole time, so it was no surprise she was tired.
Once home, Lu Qin helped the little one squeeze toothpaste, and she sleepily brushed her teeth. Lu Qin wrung a towel and wiped her face and washed her feet, then carried her to bed. He tucked her in, and the little one was already sound asleep.
After Lu Qin finished showering, Xiaomi arrived at home with the food truck.
"Boss, you go ahead and sleep. I'll clean the food truck and wash the food containers."
"Okay, just don't stay past 10 o'clock. You can leave some for tomorrow too. When you're done, ride the tricycle. It'll be your transport from now on."
"Got it."
Lu Qin reminded Xiaomi to lock the door when she left, then went to sleep. The next day was Friday. The business was even better than the day before, and the food was prepared in abundance. The daily income broke 60,000 yuan.
With the assistant Xiaomi, Lu Qin felt empowered, and the extra time allowed him to spend with the little one instead of being stuck in the kitchen all day. Lu Qin spent 7000 points on a high-level lottery.
He wanted to draw another assistant, but it wasn't that easy. Seven high-level draws resulted in five bags of mint candy, a powerful cleaning set, and proficiency in various regional dialects. Mint candies were the least valuable.
He had gotten cleaning sets before, so he didn't really need them, but it was better than nothing. Proficiency in dialects was not very useful either. 98% of customers spoke Mandarin, and only occasionally would elderly customers speak dialects. Even without dialect proficiency, one could usually communicate with gestures.
This time's high-level lottery didn't yield anything useful. Maybe next time. By the weekend, Lu Qin almost forgot that he had promised to go to Haishi to make 50 servings of liver soup for Old Mr. Ouyang's birthday banquet at Shengyang Group. Thanks to Shen Mu Yan's reminder, Lu Qin remembered.
The reason he agreed was that he wanted to take the little one along for a short trip while doing the job, killing two birds with one stone. The birthday banquet was on Sunday, but the preparations had to be done the day before.
Making the liver soup required careful selection of ingredients, so Lu Qin had to do it himself. Before leaving, Lu Qin made a sufficient amount of pickled chicken feet, pickled vegetables, Ice Crystal Cake, mung bean paste, and Osmanthus Oolong milk tea, enough to sell for the day.
The Osmanthus Oolong milk tea had to be stored in a temperature-controlled box to preserve its freshness, as its taste would deteriorate after half an hour at room temperature.
While Lu Qin was gone, Xiaomi sold the food from the stall, and the sales were still calculated into the system's points.
"Boss, Boss Lady, Miss Yaoyao, don't worry, leave everything to Xiaomi."
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