Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Zhou Leng finally chose a small shop five miles away from the yard where they lived. The area of ​​the house was about 34 square meters. Due to its relatively remote location and small house, there has been no suitable buyer.

Zhou Leng used almost all of her family's savings to buy this small gatehouse. She knew that housing prices would increase exponentially with economic development in the future, so it was not a disadvantage to buy this house at this time. Although it was not in the downtown area, there was a bus stop at the door of the house, so it should be possible to sell breakfast there.

It turned out that this family also sold breakfast, but the landlord had an emergency at home and needed money, so he stopped renting out the house and sold it directly. The family who originally sold breakfast could not afford to buy a house and were forced to move out.

Opening a bun shop does not require any special decoration. Just clean up for a few days, put up a few shelves and tables and chairs, and use the original kitchen layout of the original owner. It only needs to be cleaned and simply remodeled before it can be used.

Zhou Leng can start the business as soon as he buys the raw materials.

The opening was chosen on a Saturday, and the Wan couple came to help early in the morning.

The couple originally did not agree with their daughter becoming a self-employed person, but after Zhou Leng's pity talk, they agreed because they loved their daughter very much, and raised their hands and feet to show their support. They did not think it was shameful for their daughter to sell buns instead of being a doctor.

Liu Wuqing has now started research on a topic in the field and is very busy all day, often working overtime, so today only two children came to join in the fun.

The key to selling breakfast is the time. If it’s too late, no one will eat it.

In front of the shop, there is a simple plaque made of a wooden frame, with the words "breakfast" written by Liu Wuqing with a brush.

Entering the shop, there is a narrow table made of wooden boards against the wall on the left, with a few stools underneath, and two thermos barrels on the right, made of stainless steel inside and wood outside. The thermos barrels are filled with hot white porridge and vegetable porridge, and wooden signs are hung on the corresponding walls, with the varieties and prices written on them.

The kitchen where Zhou Leng worked alone was separated by glass and wooden boards, with a payment window left.

Customers can find a seat to eat the buns they bought, and the porridge is self-service and charged per person. However, the porridge is not sold separately, which means that if you want to go into the store and just buy porridge and drink it until you are full, that is not possible.

Wan Guoliang watched his daughter busying herself in the kitchen skillfully. Chen Ping had originally said she wanted to help but was asked to leave the kitchen by Zhou Leng. The old couple could only help out outside to greet guests. There were five family members occupying the small room, giving people the illusion that there were many customers in the house.

After a lot of people came, Zhou Leng couldn't stand the Wan couple busying around greeting people, so she opened the glass door and said:

"Dad, Mom, I beg you, this room is not big, please go home, I can handle it by myself, there are not many people here, and you being here makes me nervous."

Wan Guoliang couldn't help but complain to his wife:

"Look at you. I told you to wear red today, but you insisted on wearing blue. Your daughter must be disgusted."

Li Fang looked at him speechlessly and said:

"You are so tall and strong, and you are wearing red and green. It's blinding to stand in the room. Okay, I think Xinxin can handle it by herself. Let's go home. This child has been like this since she was young. She gets nervous when doing anything in front of us because she cares too much about her parents' feelings. My good daughter is too filial. Don't put too much pressure on the child. Let's go to the factory to promote it and mobilize the power of the people. We must make our Xinxin breakfast shop a household name."

Zhou Leng quickly packed a dozen buns into a plastic bag. She went out and stuffed the buns into Wan Guoliang's hands and said:

"Dad, you and my mom can help promote this. It's a good time to go back and think about how to promote it for me. Take these buns back and let my sister-in-law and nephew taste them for me. Bye."

The three of them pushed and shoved their way out of the store. Just as someone came in to buy breakfast, Zhou Leng took the opportunity to go back into the house. The old couple were afraid of delaying their daughter's income, so they scolded each other and left.

Zhou Leng looked at the person who came into the store. His square face with sharp angles was very distinctive. He was dressed very casually, with mud spots on his pants, and his figure was a little thin.

The square-faced man asked, "What kind of fillings do your buns have? Do you have any with meat?"

Zhou Leng replied:

"Vegetarian stuffed buns are 10 cents each, meat stuffed buns are 20 cents each, pickles are 2 cents each, porridge is 5 cents per person. Porridge is not sold separately but you can have as much as you want."

The square-faced man asked uncertainly, "Is there enough porridge?"

Zhou Leng said, "Well, you can get as much porridge as you want from the bucket."

Now I really don't care enough about this statement. Everyone wants to take advantage of others. The square-faced man sat down and said, "Give me a meat bun, a portion of pickles, and a portion of porridge."

Zhou Leng's food was self-service. After the man ordered, she placed a bun, a portion of pickles, and an empty bowl in the reserved window and shouted, "Okay, come and get it."

The man came to Zhou Leng to get food.

Zhou Leng said, "Twenty-seven cents."

The square-faced man asked doubtfully, "Give it now?"

"Yes, the porridge is outside, you can get it yourself, and you can pay for the buns if you want. I'm the only one in the store, and I can't handle it."

The man paid and took the wooden tray with the food to his seat, and then he took the bowl to get the porridge. Looking at the thick and novel porridge, he felt that he was not cheated, after all, there were porridges outside for one cent or two cents, but there was no such thick one, and it was also full.

Two kids, Liu Tingyan and Liu Tingfang, were acting as consumers in the corner, talking to each other in whispers.

Liu Tingfang whispered in her brother's ear: "Mom really won't pay for it? If there's enough porridge, won't everyone be eating porridge? No one will eat buns."

Liu Tingyan smiled and said, "Sister, even if I ask you to drink porridge, how many bowls can you drink? Can you eat so much that you can't walk just for a few cents? Besides, how much can you eat in the morning?"

Liu Tingfang continued, "But if mom sells it per bowl, she will make more money."

Liu Tingyan replied: "This is where mom's cleverness comes in. This will attract people to come here to eat. The house is our own, and without rent, we can save some of the capital, and make small profits but quick turnover. Mom is so smart that she wouldn't do something stupid. Besides, the porridge is not sold separately."

Liu Tingfang nodded, not quite understanding.

In fact, Zhou Leng felt that even if people nowadays generally know how to eat, buyers are not as smart as sellers, so they can make money anyway. It's just a matter of how much they make. Liu Wuqing in his family is now a high-income person, so he just needs to earn some money himself. It's time for the head of the family to show his ability.

As time went by, this breakfast shop that served all kinds of porridge was gradually known by the people nearby. Zhou Leng's skill of making dumplings came from his previous task. It was a skill that the old man had cultivated for his whole life, so it naturally left a lasting impression on people.

Zhou Leng could finally show off her skills when no one was around, and her endless energy now had a place to vent. She could also make use of the leftover buns and hot porridge, converting these foods into energy to strengthen herself.

Residents around here all know that the breakfast shop never sells overnight buns. They are all steamed on the same day and are very fresh. It has inadvertently earned the title of a conscientious seller.