I used to be a liar, but now call me a cooking god!

"It's so popular. Why are there more people the later it gets?"

The long queues at Zhongshan Night Market have been on the city's hot news and in the citizens' WeChat Moments.

The main reason is that the fried rice costs 28 yuan per portion, which is definitely expensive compared to ordinary home-cooked fried rice.

Even if we don't mention the taste of the fried rice, the fried rice made by the famous chef's apprentice is priced in the three digits.

Plus the taste.

If it's not a roadside stall, it can be a four-digit price in any high-end restaurant.

The price is low, and most people can afford it.

Plus the popularity is high, and many people come to join in the fun.

The popularity remains unabated until late at night.

It even forced Dong Gaoda, a social phobia, to speak.

"Mom, go tell everyone not to queue up, I can't fry anymore! How many servings of rice are left?"

Dong's mother was immersed in the constant happiness of the customers and didn't really notice this.

Looking at her son, whose face was pale with fatigue, she glanced at the foam box with a guilty conscience.

A foam box was filled with 100 boxes of rice, and there was about half of it left, probably about 40 to 50 portions.

"There's about half and 40 to 50 portions left."

Dong Gaoda's eyes went dark, he had never been so tired before.

He didn't want to talk anymore.

Seeing this, Dong's mother knew that she had brought too many ingredients today.

Seeing her son's appearance, she hurried to the back of the line to tell everyone not to line up.

If they continued to line up, she was afraid that they would be too tired and would quit tomorrow.

She knew her son had been lazy since he was a child, sometimes so lazy that he could even skip meals.

If he was really tired, he might not be interested in making money and would just stay at home and do nothing.

So Dong's mother stopped when she saw that things were going well.

The people in the line sighed with regret.

It was normal that they were late and sold out.

Seeing this, Dong Gaoxin hurried to her brother to act like a spoiled child, and she couldn't ignore her classmates!

Dong Gaoda asked her mother to tell everyone not to line up, and she also wanted to save some egg fried rice for Dong Gaoxin's classmates.

Her sister must not be ignored.

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After a day, Dong Gaoda and others got home late at night.

Dong Gaoda was exhausted, and his mother and sister were not much better.

But the family gathered together and looked at the income of one night, which was almost comparable to his father's monthly salary. They suddenly widened their eyes in surprise.

This is too outrageous!

As an ordinary person, their family never thought that they could make so much money one day.

Dong's mother said in a daze: "Old Dong, pinch me, why do I feel like I'm dreaming!"

Dong's father pinched her obediently, and used a little more force for fear that she could not feel it.

Dong's mother jumped three feet high directly.

"You are going to die, I asked you to pinch you and you really pinched!"

Dong's father was slapped innocently.

After a brief happiness, Dong Gaoda fell into great pain.

He finally understood what it meant to have pain and happiness coexist.

"I didn't expect that your master is so useful. Just a few pointers are enough to benefit ordinary people."

"Don't forget to honor your master during the holidays. This is a skill for you to survive. This kind of real skill, when you were a disciple before, you couldn't teach it unless you served the master for more than ten years."

Dong's father thought about it and warned him worriedly.

If he had known that his son's master was so powerful, he would never let his son do such nonsense.

If he stayed in front of the master quietly, he might learn more.

However, he was already satisfied that his son could make a living with a skill.

Don't ask for too much!

Dong's father was so moved that he almost cried.

"If there is a chance, ask your master if you can treat him to a meal and thank him."

Dong Gaoda nodded seriously.

He took these words seriously in his heart.

…

The next day, Dong Gaoda slept until he woke up naturally, and then he opened his phone and saw that someone in the stall group had been tagging him to set up a stall since six in the morning.

Then, from noon until now.

Basically, someone would ask him when he would set up the stall every once in a while.

Although he was a freelancer, he closed his eyes and was so tired that he was frying rice in his dreams. His arms felt like they were pounded with iron after waking up, and they ached when he moved.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the news that everyone was urging him to set up a stall.

Dong Gaoda threw his phone away and closed his eyes, pretending that he saw nothing.

But his mother outside probably heard him waking up and was urging him to get up and cook.

Dong Gaoda: …

“Hurry up and cook. Cook the rice in the morning, spread it out to cool it, and then put it in the refrigerator. It will be just in time to set up the stall in the evening.”

Dong Gaoda covered his ears with a pillow and pretended not to hear.

Pick upPlaying with the phone for a while.

Whether he clicked Douyin or Weibo, they were all urging him to set up a stall.

Dong Gaoda reached out painfully to close the software, and returned to WeChat, and saw that he was pulled into a group by his junior brother.

The group was still tagging him, and he clicked in curiously.

Now, as long as he didn't see the message urging him to set up a stall, his mood would be stable.

Clicking on the group, he knew what group it was by looking at the name in the group.

They were all the same brothers who visited the store with the master.

Everyone was talking about him.

Sixth-Qi Xiaoran: "The price of Junior Brother 21 is still too low. According to his current popularity, such a cheap price is probably exhausting."

Twenty-fourth-Vincent: "Yes, did Senior Brother see the message?"

Although Dong Gaoda is a social phobia in real life, it is different across the Internet.

"Ah? Is 28 still cheap? I originally sold it for 10 yuan."

"Then how much is appropriate? Won't you be scolded if you sell it too expensive?"

Seeing Dong Gaoda talking, the few people who were peeping at the screen also came out.

Now compared with the other fellows who have not been instructed by Jiang Zhou, they think they are different. They are not familiar with the other fellows and have no topics to talk about.

But with the fellows who have also been instructed by the master, there are a lot of topics to talk about.

So they set up this group.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. The craftsmanship has changed dramatically, and the price must change."

"You are alone. How many servings can you sell in a day after working so hard? You can't let the master down. We are all disciples of the God of Cooking. It's not good to have too big a price difference."

Everyone's words make sense.

Dong Gaoda doesn't want to work so hard every day.

He also thinks in his heart that the current price may be really cheap, and everyone can afford it, so there are so many customers queuing up.

If the price goes up, people will think it is expensive and a serving of fried rice is not worth the money, so fewer people will come.

He won’t have to work so hard.

Think about the endless line last night.

The words of his fellow apprentices left a mark in his heart.

He plans to read the comments of netizens, or ask his master how much is the right price for a serving.

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