Chương 25: Mom, I love you!

After dinner, Old Zhou rode his bicycle, carrying Zhao Tieying and Zhou Momo home.

"One hundred a day, four days off a month, that's twenty-six days, that's two thousand six hundred!"

"How much is that in a year? Thirty... thirty thousand!"

"Good heavens!" Zhao Tieying, sitting on the back of the bicycle, hugged Zhou Miao's waist and couldn't help but exclaim. That's too much! She hadn't calculated it carefully while eating, only thinking that selling one hundred a day was quite a lot. Calculating how much it would cost in a year left her somewhat stunned.

"That's the turnover, not the net profit," Zhou Miao said with a smile.

"But Zhou Yan is really doing a good job. Even if it's half profit, it's still over ten thousand a year."

"A ten-thousand-yuan household a year! This kid is really determined!" Zhao Tieying's face beamed, her emotions somewhat excited. Zhou Miao was a skilled butcher in Zhou Village, earning seventy or eighty a month from butchering and selling meat, about a thousand a year. This income was higher than most textile factory workers. But Zhou Yan's restaurant earned more than ten times that of Zhou Miao." If they earn this much every day, their family's life will definitely be good in the future."

"That's also because you, as the mother, have cooperated so well, shouldering the heavy responsibilities of cooking the braised beef and handling the cash register, holding up half the sky of the shop." Zhou Miao said seriously, "Without you, this shop simply couldn't survive."

"Hmm, that makes sense." Zhao Tieying smiled broadly, "Your awareness is quite high."

" Tomorrow I won't be selling meat, I'll just go help the commune slaughter two cows in the morning. Old Huang invited me to go fishing, what do you think..." Zhou Miao said cautiously.

"Go ahead, you've been working hard lately." Zhao Tieying said with a smile, "If we can catch some fish, we can have an extra meal tonight."

"I... I'll try..." Zhou Miao's voice weakened, sounding a bit unsure. As a former air force pilot, bringing fish home for an extra meal was a huge pressure. The two chatted and laughed all the way back to Zhou Village. The villagers who were chatting under the trees at the village entrance greeted them warmly when they saw them from afar. The news of Zhou Yan Restaurant's booming business had already spread throughout Zhou Village. A bowl of noodles costs six cents, and they can sell dozens of bowls a day!

Earning tens of yuan a day, it's enough to make everyone envious. Zhou Yan, once the spendthrift son in the nightly gossip storm at the village intelligence center, has suddenly become someone else's successful child. Zhao Tieying and Zhou Miao, on the other hand, have transformed from spoiled brats into far-sighted and courageous parents.

Zhao Tieying has been quite smug lately, always making sure her hair is neatly combed and her head is held high, regaining the imposing air of the former Iron Lady of Zhou Village. She chatted familiarly with the villagers, but didn't ask Zhou Miao to stop the car, saying she needed to go back to shower and rest.

"They've been gossiping all this time, shouldn't we say something to them, let them feel bad?" Zhou Miao asked with a smile.

"If you're upset, you'll get jealous, and who knows how much trouble that will cause. Let's not add to Zhou Yan's troubles," Zhao Tieying shook her head.

"Making our family's life good is more important than anything else. Those old women in the village are already having a hard time enough." She had even told Zhao Hong not to talk too much about the restaurant's booming business in the village, lest someone become jealous and cause trouble.

"Okay, I'll listen to you," Zhou Miao replied. … Zhou Yan didn't rush to sleep today. He locked the door and went for a run along the river in the early morning light. Being a chef is physically demanding; making noodles and stir-frying dishes both require a combination of strength and skill. After running and sweating profusely, Zhou Yan took off his clothes and jumped into the river for a swim, taking a bath as well, feeling refreshed.

In the past two days, he had gradually adapted to the work rhythm, and his young and strong body allowed him to handle things with ease. Because Zhou Yan was tall, he looked thin, but when he took off his clothes, he had well-defined muscles, with a very obvious eight-pack. Back home, he rinsed himself with well water again, changed into clean clothes, and first did the accounting. Today, he sold 100 bowls of noodles, earning 60 yuan; 69 bowls of braised beef, earning 41. 4 yuan; and 52 servings of rice, earning 5.

2 yuan. The cost of the braised beef was about 20 yuan, so it alone added 21 yuan to his profit. The Sichuan restaurant, on the verge of bankruptcy, was now back on track. Adding dishes in a planned way was a quick and effective way to increase revenue and profits. Adding dishes without a plan, however, could cripple the kitchen, disrupt the entire restaurant, and create chaos. Zhou Yan checked his savings as usual; it had reached 240. 52 yuan. This was no small sum.

He would work another day tomorrow, keeping 50 yuan on hand to pay off any debts owed to his uncles, cousins, or other relatives. He couldn't stand being in debt. He couldn't sleep soundly with debt on his mind. I don't know how those deadbeats developed such a mentality, owing money yet thinking they're the boss. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

Noodles and braised beef are the restaurant's staples, but before its influence expands, its maximum capacity is probably only around 100 servings a day, and it's hard to break through that barrier. Moreover, with a business of 100 yuan a day, it's foreseeable that someone will soon be envious. One Wang Laowu leaves, and another Huang Laowu or Zhang Laowu will come. Cooking noodles isn't a technical skill in the eyes of ordinary people.

After Zhou Yan opens up the market for soup pots at the textile factory, there will definitely be people from Zhoucun setting up stalls at the factory gate, selling for two or three mao a bowl to steal his business. Taste and medicinal effects are his moat; he's not afraid of direct competition, as long as the other side doesn't resort to underhanded tactics. Moreover, Zhou Yan has never considered the small vendors at the gate as his rivals. What can he do by taking a dollar or eighty mao from those vendors?

His only target is the factory canteen. [Ding! New main quest issued: [Dominate the Textile Factory]: Restaurant influence reaches 1000 (gain 1 point of influence by gaining the approval of a customer). [Gain 1000 Influence Points to become the most popular restaurant around the textile factory!] [Task Progress: 380/1000] [Task Reward: Unknown] [Accept Task: Yes/No] Zhou Yan had just put the money back in the money box when a task popped up on the panel." 1000 Influence Points, this really means digging up the factory canteen's roots!" Zhou Yan couldn't help but laugh. The latest novels are first published on 69shu. com! Jiaozhou Textile Factory is quite large, with about 2, 800 or 2, 900 employees. To gain these 1000 Influence Points, he needs to snatch food from the factory canteen. Fortunately, the factory area is not far from Suji Town, which has a population of about 20, 000. This is the customer base that can be acquired after the restaurant's reputation spreads. The 380 people in the task progress are the restaurant's current regular customers around the textile factory. If you want to continue to expand your customer base, you must have dishes that can attract more customers. This is a long-term task, quite difficult to complete. Zhou Yan estimated that the rewards for this task would be higher. This main task is an achievement-based one; with normal daily operations and steady development, it will be completed sooner or later, guaranteeing a steady reward and happiness—no need to rush. Zhou Yan chose to accept. After studying it for the past few days, he found the game panel quite user-friendly, without too many fancy mandatory requirements, offering a very high degree of freedom. The system tasks were not mandatory, and there were no absurd punishments like having to run naked if you failed to complete a task. This was a perfect auxiliary tool! Zhou Yan didn't like being whipped and driven; being able to control his own life was very important. Of course, the system rewards held the key to unlocking a wonderful life, and he wouldn't cheat. He would actively complete all the tasks he could, and the more new dishes he unlocked, the easier it would be to expand and manage the restaurant. His current goal was to save money and pay back the eight hundred yuan he owed.... Just as dawn was breaking, Chef Zhou went out early to buy groceries. Today, he prepared ingredients for a hundred bowls of noodles and a hundred bowls of braised beef, aiming to sell them all. Zhao Hong arrived early as usual. Zhou Yan stopped the car, looked around, and asked with a smile, "Where are Huihui and Fanwa? Didn't they say they were coming to play with Momo today?"" Those two little pigs are still sleeping. I told Huihui to bring Fanwa up after he wakes up. Besides, the restaurant is busy in the morning, and they're always dancing around like monkeys when they come in; it's annoying to see them," Zhao Hong explained." Boys are all like that; what kid isn't mischievous?" Zhao Tieying chimed in with a laugh. The restaurant was indeed busy in the morning. Sichuan people love to eat noodles in the morning, and now that it's a bit chilly, a bowl of delicious soup noodles, with the hot bone broth, warms you up and makes you feel so comfortable. With word-of-mouth building, Zhou Erwa's restaurant business has clearly increased. This morning, they sold sixty-three bowls of noodles. They're selling more every day." Brother, I'm hungry! I want noodles, pork rib noodles!" Zhou Momo appeared at the kitchen door, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and said in her childish voice." Okay, I'll make it for you right away," Zhou Yan replied with a smile. Zhao Tieying had already come over with a hot towel." Mommy, I love you!" Zhou Momo took a step back, trying to awaken her mother's love. But Zhao Tieying was unmoved. Zhou Momo raised her head, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and showed a look of resignation. The hot towel was rubbed on her face, making Zhou Momo's chubby cheeks change shape, and it took a while before she stopped. Zhou Momo opened her eyes, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were clearer. She pursed her lips, hesitated, and whispered, "Mommy, be gentler next time..."" If you're too gentle, you won't get any off, I know what I'm doing," Zhao Tieying replied." My face is very clean, there's no need to pinch it," Zhou Momo pouted.