The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

After Zhao Yan left, the strong man rolled his eyes and shouted loudly: "Everyone who hasn't eaten, come to my place to eat fried noodles! It tastes just right!"

This period of time had tortured him to death.

Everyone would rather wait in line than come to his place to get fans.

Isn’t the fried rice fragrant?

"Everyone, please don't go. This person has a conflict with the little boss who sells fried rice. If the little boss finds out, it will be over if he doesn't sell us fried rice."

"Yeah, let's go eat something else."

"Humph, who is a serious person who wants to make fans?"

The diners who wanted to get some noodles stopped immediately after hearing this.

Yes, they are all serious people.

"..."

Grass!

Looking at the diners who were leaving, the strong man's face was ashen. What kind of idiot fan was making a fool of himself!

Isn't it just a fried rice? It sounds like a wonderful elixir.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no business today, the strong man had no choice but to close the stall and go home.

My wife is alone at home. Don’t be disappointed in business or love!

After returning home, Zhao Yan took a shower.

I just collapsed on the bed and started taking stock of today's income.

One hundred portions of egg fried rice were all sold out, 88 per portion, with a turnover of 8,880!

Excluding other costs, the net profit did not fall below 8,000, which was a huge profit.

Unfortunately, he was too tired, and this was not the life he wanted.

I opened the system and looked at it. The task was completed.

The overall score changed from 0 to 10.

...

It's about ten o'clock in the evening.

Still unfinished, Yang Siming opened a group chat called the Foodie Exchange Group and sent a message.

“I found a particularly delicious egg fried rice restaurant at the night market today, and I finished two bowls of it in one go!”

"Really? How delicious can egg fried rice be?"

"That's right, Lao Yang, you don't know how to accept money."

"..."

The foodies in the group expressed doubts, knowing that they are all very picky.

I don't think ordinary egg fried rice will be that delicious.

Seeing the messages one after another, but no one believed them, Yang Siming became anxious.

"Really! Don't you know how picky I am? If you don't believe it, gather early at the old place tomorrow and I will take you there! If it doesn't taste good, I'll treat you at Juyuanlou!"

Juyuanlou is a private restaurant, and all the dishes in it are the favorites of gourmets.

However, the price is relatively high.

"What the hell, Juyuan Tower?"

"This is a big investment. Wait, see you at the same place tomorrow."

"In order to taste Juyuanlou's food again, even if tomorrow's egg fried rice tastes terrible, I will go!"

The group friends obviously knew Juyuanlou, and they all immediately sent excited messages.

Haha, Juyuan Tower? Beautiful thought!

Yang Siming adjusted his glasses, but there was no pain in his face due to heavy bleeding.

Because he has confidence in that restaurant's egg fried rice.

...

The next day, after Zhao Yan got up and washed up, he bought some ingredients and made a few side dishes.

Dishes made with divine cooking skills are delicious and delicious.

Zhao Yan felt that if he continued like this, he would no longer look down on the dishes cooked by chefs outside.

Night falls.

When it was time to set up the stall again, Zhao Yan still prepared a hundred portions of egg fried rice this time.

Although there were many people buying, he still didn't prepare too much in order not to make himself too tired.

"Uncle, are you coming to line up for fried rice too?"

"What kind of fried rice should you eat?"

"Huh? Why would you wait in line if you don't eat fried rice?"

"Ah? Are these people queuing up to eat fried rice? I thought it was some kind of activity, so I stood in line first."

"..."

When Zhao Yan rushed to the stall, there were already more than 20 people lined up, including Yang Siming and several of his group friends.

"Little boss, you are finally here."

Yang Siming was the first, and God knows how long he waited.

"I'm here very early? Do you think many stalls haven't been out yet?" Zhao Yan pointed to other stalls.

"Hey, I want three bowls of egg fried rice!" Yang Siming said no more and stretched out three fingers.

The diners waiting in line behind were unhappy and protested: "You eat so much by yourself? If it's sold out again, wouldn't we have queued in vain?"

"Yes! Boss, you can't agree."

"..."

Zhao Yan spread his hands helplessly, "Sorry, each person is limited to one purchase today."

"Okay." Yang Siming was speechless.

Why did I eat one less portion than yesterday?

Zhao Yan took out all the ingredients in turn and skillfully made a knife.

Then he moved the knife like flying, bringing out afterimages, and quickly processed the ingredients.

The knife skills that come with god-level cooking skills are naturally extraordinary.

The diners waiting in line behind were amazed when they saw such knife skills.

Soon a pot of fried rice came out of the oven, just enough for four bowls.

Yang Siming quickly motioned to the group of friends behind him to catch it, and then sat on a seat aside to enjoy his meal.

"Damn it, Lao Yang really didn't lie."

"Isn't it delicious? Is this egg fried rice?"

"..."

Yang Siming felt contempt in his heart, he really had never seen the world.

Soon, the first wave of customers passed by.

Zhao Yan had a rare moment of leisure.

At this time, a surprised female voice came: "Zhao Yan? Are you setting up a stall here?"

Zhang Miaomiao looked at the handsome man in front of her, with a trace of disdain and happiness in her eyes.

Fortunately, she made the right choice.

Zhao Yan raised his head and saw a gorgeously dressed woman with exquisite makeup holding a man's arm and looking at him.

"Zhang Miaomiao?"

He frowned, recalling the memories related to this woman.

The two were college classmates, and the original owner had been pursuing Zhang Miaomiao for several years, but the result was that they remained in a relationship that was not yet satisfactory for AUO or above.

I thought that if I worked harder, I could win the beauty back.

Unexpectedly, not long after Zhang Miaomiao interned in a company, she decisively chose to get together with a manager named Li Wenxiang.

This caused a great blow to the original owner.

So in order to prove myself and not wanting to see the two of them showing off their affection again, I decided to set up a stall and start a business...

Damn it, you are a licking dog! This is being fished!

Zhao Yan cursed secretly, his expression a little uneasy.

In his previous life, he was only licked by others. The original owner who looked like him was so bad at it!

"Zhao Yan, I never imagined that you would fall to this level after you left the company." Li Wenxiang held Zhang Miaomiao's slender waist with a hint of pride in his tone.

Is it useful to be handsome?

Wasn't he poached by himself?

"It's none of your business." Zhao Yan said in a cold tone, too lazy to say anything.

"Zhao Yan, how can you say that? Our family Wenxiang also cares about you." Zhang Miaomiao stood aside.

"Miaomiao, maybe others have their own difficulties. Zhao Yan, it's not easy for you to set up a stall, so I'll support you. Your fried rice costs 10...88 yuan???"

Li Wenxiang originally thought it was only ten yuan, so he was planning to get two portions and then take one bite and throw it away.

Who knew it would be 88 copies!