The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

The next day, Bai Lin officially started working.

When he came to the kitchen, he found that the back kitchen was empty and he was alone.

Bai Lin remembered that when he showed his skills here yesterday, there were still a few scattered chefs in the back kitchen.

"What about them?"

He asked Boss Wang suspiciously, but the latter waved his hands disapprovingly: "I sent them home, and we don't need so many people in the restaurant."

In Boss Wang's perception, there are basically no customers in the restaurant, and naturally there is no need for chefs. Those chefs have not worked for several days.

Although he is generous, he is not a fool.

"Boss Wang, this restaurant will expand its operations in the future, and I can't do it alone." Bai Lin suggested to Boss Wang to find some apprentices to help him.

After all, the golden finger given to him by the system is that the food he handles will become delicious, not so that he can cook hundreds of dishes by himself, Bai Lin doesn't want to be exhausted.

"Oh? I don't think there are any guests. Let's talk about it when there are guests."

Boss Wang sat backstage again and began to exercise and listen to music, which made Bai Lin sweat profusely.

Isn't this extremely Buddhist boss really a rich second generation who came to Gamma Planet to experience life?

He wouldn't naively think that as long as he is the chef in charge, the store will automatically come to customers, right?

The smell of wine is still afraid of deep alleys.

But the cat maid was not much better, she was sitting at the front desk innocently with her eyes wide open, waiting for the guests to come in, just waiting left and right, the situation seemed to be no different from before.

"Do you want guests?"

At this moment, the bored Bai Lin went to the delivery window and asked the cat maid in a low voice.

Of course the cat maid wanted performance, so she nodded.

Bai Lin glanced at Boss Wang, who was still immersed in the world of muscles and music, and handed a dozen fried ice creams he had just made in the kitchen to the cat maid.

"You will go to the door later and let passers-by taste it for free. If they are satisfied, invite them to enter the store to consume."

The cat maid scratched her ears in embarrassment: "But...the sun is too hot outside, it will tan my skin."

Bai Lin: ...

Sister, what's the matter, are you still concerned about your skin?

Under Bai Lin's hard work, the cat maid happily ran out to invite passers-by to try the fried ice cream. The reason why he didn't want Boss Wang to know was because he was afraid that he would interfere with these "complicated" marketing methods and cause some trouble. Come.

Bai Lin has absolute confidence in deep-fried ice cream. This is a way of wrapping ice cream with slices of white bread. It tastes crispy on the outside, soft and glutinous on the inside, and cool inside. It was his favorite in the previous planes. Eat snacks too.

Sure enough, shortly after the cat maid went out, there were passers-by who wanted to try the food. After tasting it, they all decided to go into the store for another meal, and those who didn't have time left the store's phone number.

The cat maid was very excited, she had never seen so many customers, and even filled the shop.

After distributing the free ice cream samples, she shuttled between the tables, and quickly collected the orders and handed them to Bai Lin.

Fortunately, Bai Lin had already made preparations before, and the dishes arranged on the menu were all relatively simple and easy to cook, otherwise they would all be arranged layer by layer like a first-class pot, and he would be exhausted to death!

Bai Lin was busy in the kitchen, when Boss Wang finally put down his earphones and turned off the treadmill.

As soon as he came out, what happened? Was he dreaming?