Brush Up Your Proficiency

As time passed, it was soon lunchtime. The crowds grew denser, surging towards the snack street like a tide.

Wang Hao's business was also thriving, as if by magic, with wave after wave of customers.

His meager four small tables now seemed extremely cramped, far from meeting the needs of the ever-increasing number of customers.

Every seat was occupied, and many people were even standing and waiting for a free spot, a scene Wang Hao had never imagined before.

Helpless, Wang Hao had no choice but to abandon his meticulous approach and pursue efficiency, starting to cook two portions at a time.

"Congratulations, Intermediate Cooking Proficiency +1, Current Proficiency: Intermediate Cooking 186 / 1000"

As expected, making two portions at once only yielded one point of proficiency. Wang Hao was mentally prepared for this. Otherwise, if he could exploit this loophole, his proficiency would increase too quickly. The system wanted him to be grounded and take things one step at a time.

After a whole noon of non-stop busyness, the two of them finally had a chance to rest for a moment after the peak lunch hour.

At this moment, Wang Hao's clothes were soaked with sweat, his shirt clinging tightly to his skin.

His once neat hair was now disheveled and wet, clumped together as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Wang Hao admitted that this was the first time he had encountered such a scene since he started his street stall.

Customers seemed to be endless, coming one or two at a time, constantly keeping him busy.

Wang Hao pondered to himself, "If just intermediate-level cooking skills are already this amazing, wouldn't it be even more shocking if I upgrade to a higher level?

The cooking skill was only upgraded yesterday afternoon. The news of the improved fried noodles hadn't spread yet, so Wang Hao didn't have many customers, and the overall feeling was still manageable.

But looking at the scene today, the news had spread, and everyone knew, the pressure instantly increased.

Even someone like him, who had been setting up a street stall for years, felt a little overwhelmed at this moment. One or two days would be fine, but for a long time, he couldn't handle it.

Perhaps, it was really time to seriously think about and plan for the future."

Looking at Wang Lan, although she was doing better than Wang Hao, one could still see the fatigue on her face.

After all, constantly welcoming and seeing off so many customers throughout the noon, and having to shout loudly to attract business, even a young person's body would feel a little overwhelmed!

Now that she finally had a little free time, Wang Lan quickly found a place to sit down and rest for a moment, wiping the sweat from her face while looking at her brother, her eyes full of shock, and said softly:

"Brother, there are so many people here today! Look at you, your whole shirt is soaked with sweat!"

Wang Hao had a smile on his lips and said easily, "It's okay."

He casually picked up a towel, quickly and simply wiped his hands, and then continued to be busy.

His movements were skilled and smooth, having done these things countless times, he was very familiar with them.

He carefully organized the almost used-up side dishes and ingredients, and replenished the necessary materials in a timely manner.

Wang Hao looked at his sister with a face full of affection, softly persuading her. His eyes revealed a look of care and love for his sister.

"It's okay, I can still hold on. I'll just sit and rest for a while. Brother, our fried noodles are so popular. I heard a lot of people praising them. How did you do it?"

Wang Lan looked at Wang Hao and asked curiously. The fish and soup made for dinner last night, and the success of selling fried noodles today, made Wang Lan feel a little out of touch with the past, and felt that her brother's image seemed to have become mysterious.

Wang Hao thought to himself, he couldn't tell the secret of the system, it would be too far-fetched, and it was very important, the fewer people who knew, the better, this matter should be kept in his heart!

Then he casually made up a reason, saying that he had learned some skills and methods while watching videos online recently, and had made progress through continuous practice.

Although this excuse was a bit far-fetched, at least it could avoid arousing his sister's suspicion.

Wang Lan didn't doubt him and continued to work.

The whole afternoon was much more leisurely, with a customer coming from time to time, about the same as Wang Hao's peak customer volume before. In this way, before they knew it, it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Congratulations, Intermediate Cooking Proficiency +1, Current Proficiency: Intermediate Cooking 324 / 1000"

As the last prompt flashed, Wang Hao helplessly discovered that the more than two hundred portions of ingredients that he and his sister had prepared early in the morning had been sold out. They were closing an hour earlier than yesterday, even more extravagant.

"Let's go, Xiao Lan, let's pack up!"

Although life is full of hardships and challenges, for every working person who is struggling to make a living in this complex society, being able to end the day's work early is always a joyful thing.

Wang Hao, with so many years of stall experience, knew this was not easy, so his tone revealed an undisguised sense of ease and joy.

The two dragged their tired bodies back home. After Wang Hao simply tidied himself up, he walked with light steps to his sister, who was standing in front of the sink washing up.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a sly light flashed in his eyes. He whispered to his sister, "Xiao Lan, guess how much we earned today?"

As Wang Hao spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Wang Lan, his face filled with an undisguised smile.

His expression seemed to be telling Wang Lan that the number would definitely surprise her.

And Wang Lan, who was smart, couldn't understand her brother's expression at the moment, but deep down, she couldn't help but be curious about the results of her hard work all day.

She stopped what she was doing, raised her head, met her brother's expectant gaze, and replied after thinking for a moment, "Um... I think it should be several hundred yuan? After all, we were quite busy today."

However, Wang Hao just shook his head, smiling without saying a word. Now, Wang Lan was even more curious. She frowned and asked, "Is it more than several hundred yuan? Is it one thousand? Two thousand?"

Seeing that his sister was guessing higher and higher, Wang Hao quickly stopped her and revealed the answer: "Haha, we sold a total of two hundred and thirty-five portions of fried noodles today, with a total income of 2350. After deducting the cost of purchasing goods, which is about eight hundred yuan, our net profit today is..."

"1550 yuan!" Before Wang Hao could say it, Wang Lan blurted out. When she came back to her senses, Wang Lan widened her eyes and couldn't believe it.

She stared at her brother and asked suspiciously, "Really? Is there really that much?" Wang Hao nodded triumphantly, and Wang Lan was immediately so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

She exclaimed excitedly, "One thousand five? Oh my god! We actually earned so much!"

This number far exceeded her expectations. She knew that this was only what she earned in one day, and a month would be forty-five thousand. Although it was only theoretical, it was enough to make her feel excited and satisfied.