Qin Huairu, you don't want Jia Dongxu to lose his job, do you?

Chapter 123

At half past twelve, the number of workers entering the hotel gradually decreased.

After all, at this point, basically eating with a bowl.

Only a small number of workers, for various reasons, will be late for a while.

Zhao Liang looked at the sold out cauldron of dishes, felt relieved, and pointed to the window of Leng Xue to the people in line.

"Comrade workers, the dishes are all sold out, that is the window where pastries are sold, there are many delicious pastries, and the prices are cheap, you can go and see."

Hearing this, the workers complained and scattered, and some of them took Zhao Liang's advice as a deaf ear.

There are a lot of people who go to the pastry window.

Then seeing the beauty of Leng Xue, the pastry was not delicious, and they also recognized it.

All of them used the money for lunch to buy pastries.

Increased workload of cold snow.

But she didn't feel tired at all, but smiled and seemed very happy.

As a stir-fry robot, she makes 300 dishes that can be welcomed by humans, and there is nothing better than this.

What's more, it can also help the owner Wang Feng make money.

It's a double whammy.

On the cold rain side, business is also quite hot.

The twelve private rooms are all full, and there are many people waiting for places.

Can't wait, just sit in the hall and eat a small stir-fry.

The main thing is the cadres in the factory, but also those excellent employees.

They came to the scene and competed to perform in front of Lao Li.

The cold rain stir-fry did not stop.

There are too many customers eating small stir-fry, and she simply uses three pots alone.

A bite of soup stew, a bite of braised dishes, and a bite of special stir-fry.

Showing superb control, Zhao Liang was greatly surprised to see it, and the secret path was terrifying.

Even the young little girl is better than him, a teacher who has been stir-frying for decades.

It was busy until half past one o'clock, and no one who ate came. (dbbh) At this point, there are still more than ten minutes to go to work.

In the restaurant, the workers who were left behind to eat small stir-fry were eating their dishes, worried that they would be late if they ate slowly.

Wang Feng lit a huazi, leaned comfortably on the bar, and looked at He Yushui with a smile.

"How many noon sales are there today?"

"I do the math." He Yushui turned over the bills and added them up one by one.

After a while, she said in disbelief:

"Wang Feng, today's noon turnover, 292 pieces 8 Mao 7 points. Among them, 500 large pot dishes were sold for a total of 100 pieces, pastries were sold for 1238 servings for a total of 156 pieces and 7 cents and 2 cents, and small stir-fry sold for 36 pieces for 1 Mao 5 cents. "

Hearing this, Wang Feng thought for a moment and spit out a mouthful of smoke and said:

"It's better to make a small profit and sell more."

Although the profit of small stir-fry is high, the sales are only more than 30 yuan.

The money earned is not comparable to the cauldron dishes and pastries.

And even if the pastry is small profit and quick sale, because the sales volume is large, 30% of the profit is more than forty pieces, which is more than the small fried sales.

However, Wang Feng did not look at the small speculation business because of this.

Now the workers are poor, and few people can consume small stir-fry.

But after the turmoil it was different. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

In a decade or so years, the life of all people will be better.

Especially workers.

Eat meat every three to five, without the slightest pressure.

At that time, small stir-fry was definitely more profitable than large pot dishes.

And not in general to make money.

Before he was reborn, Wang Feng had a relative who opened a restaurant and earned 5.6 million yuan a month.

One or twenty thousand cash a day.

More than many small factories, small companies make money.

And there is no need to advance funds like dry projects.

As long as the business is good, make cash every day, which is equivalent to a money printing press.

Now Wang Feng has opened the Rolling Mill Hotel, which is even more profitable.

Because of the escort of Lao Li, as long as the factory does not collapse, the hotel can always make money.

As the economy improves, it can be expanded in the future, and it is not impossible to go out and open a chain.

Anyway, the starting point is high, there is a relationship, and the future is promising.

In the afternoon, except for Leng Yu and Wang Feng, the boss, everyone else was busy.

Zhao Liang is preparing the ingredients for the cauldron dish.

Leng Xue is making pastries.

He Yushui is making accounts, registering the consumption of grain, vegetables, and meat, and figuring out the cost.

She did things, and Wang Feng was relieved.

And the three aunts were washing the dishes.

Although it was the first day of opening, business was pretty good because many people were holding the show.

The three aunts had to wash hundreds of dishes and hundreds of dishes and chopsticks.

Although it was hard, she didn't complain about being tired at all.

These days, it is not easy to find a job, especially for older women.

There are so many women in the courtyard, but it is not because the family conditions are good that they do not go to work, but they cannot find a job.

There is a job that can earn some money and bring vegetables home every day, and the third aunt is very satisfied.

After six o'clock, Wang Feng thought that the business would drop sharply.

I didn't think about it, but it's still good.

Good for pastries and small stir-fry.

Leng Yu's craftsmanship did not say, Lao Li brought people over at noon, and brought a group of friends over in the evening.

Moreover, some of the cadres who ate with him at the lunch table brought friends and colleagues to dinner.

Pastries are also popular.

After all, Leng Xue's craftsmanship is good, and the cheap ones outside are not as delicious as her, and they are even more delicious than what she makes, and ordinary people can't afford them.

The pastries she made were very popular with the workers, and she liked to eat them and took them back to her family.

Wang Feng saw it in his eyes, joy in his heart, and this is how word of mouth was established.