My Exclusive Dream World Adventures

Noisy.

旭 Chen Xu pulls the rolling gate up, turns on the switch, and the LED light hanging from the eaves of the door lights up, and the open space in front of the door is clearly visible.

好 "Well, today's goal is to keep the capital."

Chen Ziqi, who was wrapped in a red down jacket, made a white mist and her palms closed together. After speaking, go and move the tables and chairs out in the open space in front.

Today is the third day of the noodle shop business. The first day of the customer count is six, and the turnover is ninety. On the second day, there were eight people, the turnover was 150, and the extra 30 pieces. It was Chen Xuduo who added the tea egg product. Two pieces and five were really dark.

After learning about the pricing of tea eggs, she also overturned previous speculations that Chen Xu's profit margin was definitely more than 100%. The cost of an egg is a maximum of 50 cents. If you add various spices and gas charges, it costs only 7 or 80 cents a day and sells two pieces of five, which is more than 300%.

着 In a scientific manner, she deliberately pulled out Chen Xu's shopping receipt, which showed that the noodles he used were 20 yuan in a box and 2.5 kilograms in net weight, which contained 30 noodles in total.

According to this calculation, the cost of a bowl of noodles is simply too low.

When Xun discovered the truth, she felt that she was worried for him. It was superfluous. In theory, as long as the turnover reaches two hundred, there will be no loss.

Of course, this is not very cost-effective, they both do white work.

"Oh, it's you again."

As soon as Chen Ziqi set up the tables and chairs, he saw the man who was waiting for them to open the door yesterday. This time, he brought his girlfriend again.

Yan Qing was Yan Qing. He said to Liu Bing, "Look, I really didn't lie to you. This noodle shop is only for supper, and the door won't open until night."

Liu Bing said in surprise, "There is such a wonderful noodle restaurant."

"Hum."

子 Chen Ziqi coughed heavily, indicating that she had heard what she said just now, and came forward and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Yun Yanqing couldn't help but groan, "Do you have anything else here?"

看 "Look over there, our latest products, tea eggs, and seafood noodles." Chen Ziqi hung on the wall with a finger.

Wu Yanqing looked over and saw that there was a small blackboard with three products written in chalk on the back, the price was marked on the back, a signature fresh noodle, 15 in a bowl, and 20 in a large bowl. Seafood noodles are in a bowl of twenty and a large bowl of twenty-five.

He asked, "Do you still have a big bowl?"

"Yes."

"Why not say it earlier?"

Chen Ziqi blinked and said, "You haven't asked before."

Wu Yanqing was a little speechless. "It's the first time you have seen a business like this."

"Do you eat it?"

Wu Yanqing swears that if it wasn't for his girlfriend pulling him, he would definitely turn around and leave. In order to eat the bowl of noodles, he could suffer this kind of anger.

"Little sister, please give me two bowls of fresh meat noodles, big bowl." Liu Bing finished, pulling him to a leeward position.

It's so refreshing. Especially when looking at the other person, they still had the patience to swallow, and did not dare to refute. It's almost.

眼睛 Her eyes were shining as if she had found a new door.

After a while, the noodles came over.

Wu Yanqing came three times and finally can taste the noodles of this house. There is still a little excitement when thinking about it. He doesn't want to eat more. He is completely curious.

When the noodles were in front of him, he couldn't help but want to vomit again. "This is the big bowl? Isn't it the same size as the last middle bowl?"

"But the amount of noodles has increased, and there is one more piece of meat, which is more cost-effective." Chen Ziqi replied.

"At least change to a bigger bowl."

"Good idea." Chen Ziqi said, and just left.

She Yanqing listened to her perfunctory tone, there was an impulse to lift the table, what kind of waiter.

对 Opposite him, Liu Bing has already eaten, and the relish look makes him tolerate this breath again. Anyway, it is the most important thing for a girlfriend to be full.

He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, raised it, and tasted a bite of soup first. The expression suddenly changed slightly.

Objectively speaking, it is very delicious, like the taste of fresh chicken soup, but it is lighter, and it instantly arouses people's appetite.

In this case, selling 15 pieces of noodles is really not expensive.

He picked up chopsticks and took a bite of noodles. It was okay. He didn't imagine it was poor. With the noodle soup, it tasted really good.

"Boss, do you have any peppers?" He took a few bites and tasted, he asked.

"No." Chen Ziqi didn't look up.

"Ah?" What Yan Qing originally wanted to say, in the end, he closed his mouth sensibly. Even without peppers, he could enter.

Uh ...

It was more than eleven o'clock. Chen Ziqi yawned, watching the bustling barbecue stalls next door, and then looked at his empty shop. He pursed his mouth and muttered, "What is delicious about barbecue? Without knowing the goods, our noodles are so good. "

Chen Xu, who was sitting at the door watching the mobile phone, looked up, took a sigh of relief, and said, "It's too cold today, let's close the stall earlier."

子 Chen Ziqi shook her head, "No, we can return to the book by fifty yuan. There will be someone coming later."

He talked, and a man came in.

"Look." Chen Ziqi jumped up suddenly. "Hello, what would you like to eat?"

The man was about thirty years old, with a round face and a tightly wrapped body. He glanced at the small blackboard and said, "Give me a bowl of fresh meat noodles."

"Oh, wait a minute." Chen Ziqi smiled sweetly and ran to the kitchen and waited.

After a while, she came out with the noodles. "Your noodles, please use slowly."

The man looked at this bowl of noodles and Chen Ziqi next to him could tell from his expression that this must be a very picky guest.

The man looked at it for a few seconds before picking up the chopsticks, picking up a noodle, and not eating. After observing for a second or two, the chopsticks gently pressed the noodles off.

He lowered his chopsticks, raised the bowl, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and then brought it to his mouth to taste a soup.

He closed his eyes and seemed to be remembering, the expression that had not been noticed on his face had changed noticeably.

Chen Ziqi next to me is already stunned. What is the situation?

Wouldn't he come to see you?

"Boss."

The man opened his eyes and was a little scary. He lowered the bowl and shouted.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Ziqi has taken him as a vigilant person with a look of alarm.

I only heard the man say with anger, "Pack me fifty copies of this noodle and take it away."

"what?"

Chen Ziqi looked dull.

Packed, fifty?

Am I right?

This is what happened?

PS: Unconsciously, this book has 200,000 words.

I have been writing books for a long time, and I have been thinking about what I lack most. If you have the ability to express words, at least in the web article, I think I am qualified. Looking back now at the gate of the plane written a few years ago, the text is okay.

Actually, I feel that every book I write is rewarding. I found that my biggest problem was the rhythm. In fact, several books have not been written in the true sense of the main thread, and each book has a major problem with its rhythm.

The gate of the first plane, the highest / tide is when the protagonist wins the 100m championship. At that time, it was almost on the shelves. I originally wanted to write this plot during the shelves, but unfortunately, I couldn't adhere to my own style, ahead of time. After this orgasm, I found that there were fewer people watching, and my mentality was anxious, and the writing was a bit dismal.

In the second winner's life, the turning point is when the protagonist confirms the relationship with Miao Xiuxiu. Too many readers react and like this role. I still couldn't stick to my thoughts, let the protagonist establish a relationship with her, and completely disrupted my outline. Collapsed again.

The third book, not on the shelves, will not say. In the fourth different world, I insisted on my own thoughts. Unfortunately, this subject had inherent defects and eventually collapsed.

This book, at the beginning, was tepid, and at the end of the first dream, recommended tickets, rewards, and various explosions. I was stunned.

I also thought about it during that time. At last I understood where my problem lies. I was too bloated. When I wrote a big climax, the data skyrocketed. I hope to keep this skyrocketing state. I hope that every chapter will have such a response. Finally, I will embark on the evil path and open my mind . Finally collapsed.

I came back to this book, the first dream was written too well, and everyone hopes that I will maintain this level behind me. After careful consideration, I felt impossible.

The first dream I started conceiving years ago. It took me several months. At that time, I wrote a paragraph and felt that it was not right. I could put it aside for a while and read it again after two days. I felt like it came, and then I continued. Write down. After writing about half, I felt that the hostess set up a deviation, deleted a few chapters, and re-written.

But now, there is no such condition at all. Before the shelves, two or four thousand words a day, you can't stop at all. If you break it for a day, you can lose your life. After being put on the shelf, the minimum length is 6,000 words, and the task is even heavier. Under this intensity, if I can maintain the level of the first dream all the time, I have already been platinum, and still need to struggle like now?

Think of it this way, UU reading www.uukanshu. com I calmed down. I also have some insights about rhythm.

To be honest, since this book was uploaded, till now, I have n’t checked the text, because I have a count in my heart, and the outline is in my mind. To what extent does the plot advance, what characters appear, what kind of dialogue with the protagonist, open the file, I can write a chapter in one breath.

I am also a reader myself. I understand the mood of some readers. It ’s a bit uncomfortable to pursue in a style like mine. You can remind, keep, and even discard text. I can fully understand you. I don't expect you to understand my difficulties as an author.

Reading is a very personal thing. Like it is like it, dislike it is not like it. It's impossible that because your author has said something good, I can barely go to see the book I like, it doesn't exist.

My book should be more suitable for reading in one breath. I ca n’t chase any more. I can only say that we have no fate and met at a time that is not very appropriate. I wish you all more novels that suit your taste. I also hope that one day in the future, you will pick up the book again and continue to the front.

Actually, I understand that some readers hope that the protagonist and Luo Xiyun will determine the relationship as soon as possible. However, if you do it now, it's the end of the book early. Because there is nothing to write later, the protagonist is like a quilt, and many plots can no longer be developed.

Or in other words, the sweet life of the two of them is an aspect I am not good at. Barely write, not long.

This book, I will come at my own pace. Because I know that there are still many silent readings, silent voting, silent rewards, and a silent majority. This week, more than fifteen thousand six hundred recommended tickets, and sixty-eight book readers who gave prizes, are witnesses. Thank you everyone.