My Exclusive Dream World Adventures

Wow.

Chen Xu pulled up the gate, opened the switch, and the LED light hung from the eaves lit up, so that the open space in front of the door was clearly visible.

“Well, today's goal is to guarantee the principal. ”

Chen Ziqiha, wrapped in a red down jacket, came out with a white mist and her palms joined together. When you're done, move the tables and chairs out and put them on the open floor in front of you.

Today is the third day of the noodle shop, with six customers on the first day and ninety turnover. The next day, the number of people was eight, the turnover was 150, and the extra 30 yuan. It was Chen Xudo who added tea eggs as a product. Two yuan and five yuan is really dark.

After learning about the price of tea eggs, she also overturned the previous assumption that Chen Xu's profit margin was definitely more than 100%. The cost of an egg, at most, is 50 cents, plus all sorts of seasonings, gas, and the top day is 78 cents, selling 2 cents and 5 cents, more than 300 percent.

In a scientific manner, she deliberately turned over Chen Xu's shopping ticket, which showed that the noodles he used, a box of 20 yuan, weighed 2.5 kilograms net and contained a total of 30 pies.

So, the cost of a bowl of noodles, that's a hell of a lot lower.

When she found out the truth, she felt she was worried about him. It was superfluous. Theoretically, as long as the turnover reaches 200, there is absolutely no loss.

Of course, it's not a good deal, and they're both doing white work.

“Hey, it's you again. ”

Chen Ziqi had just set up the tables and chairs and saw the man waiting for them to open the door yesterday. This time, he brought his girlfriend with him.

He said to Liu Bing, "Look, I really didn't lie to you. This noodle shop is only open at night. ”

Liu Bing remarkably said, "There really is such a strange noodle shop. ”

“Humph. ”

Chen Ziqi coughed heavily, indicating that she had heard everything she had just said. She went forward and asked, "What would you like to eat? ”

Yanqing couldn't help but vomit, “Do you have anything else here? ”

“Look over there, our latest product, tea eggs, and seafood noodles.” Chen Ziqi hung his finger against the wall.

Yanqing looked over and saw that there was a small blackboard with three different products written in chalk, followed by the price, the signature fresh noodles, a medium bowl of fifteen, a large bowl of twenty. Seafood noodles in a bowl of twenty, a large bowl of twenty-five.

He said, "Do you have a big bowl? ”

“Yes. ”

“Why didn't you say so? ”

Chen Ziqi blinked and said, "You didn't ask before. ”

Yanqing was silent. “This is the first time I've seen you do business like this. ”

“Do you want some? ”

Yanqing swore that if his girlfriend hadn't dragged him, he would have turned his back and left. He could have suffered this kind of anger in order to eat the noodles.

“Little sister, please give me two bowls of fresh noodles, big bowls.” Liu Bing finished and pulled him into a leeward position.

Goddamn it, it's so cool. Especially when you look at each other, you have to breathe and swallow, and you don't dare to refute it. That's it.

Her eyes lit up as if she'd found a new door.

Not long ago, the noodles came.

Yanqing came here three times. Finally, he can taste the noodles in this house. Think about it. He doesn't want to eat too much. He's totally curious. How can his girlfriend like this soup noodle so much?

When the noodles came in front of him, he couldn't help but want to throw up again, "Is this the big bowl? Isn't it the same size as the last medium bowl? ”

“But the amount of noodles has increased, and there's an extra piece of meat, so it's a good deal.” Chen Ziqi replied.

“Let's at least get a bigger bowl. ”

“Good idea," said Chen Ziqi, leaving.

Yanqing listened to her tone. It was like an impulse to lift the table. What kind of waiter is this?

Opposite him, Liu Bing had already eaten, and the smell of Jinjin made him put up with this breath again. Anyway, it's the most important thing for a girlfriend to eat.

He looked at the noodle in front of him, put it up and tasted the soup first. The look suddenly changed slightly.

Objectively, it's delicious, like fresh chicken soup, but a little lighter, it starts people's appetite all at once.

In that case, selling fifteen bucks a noodle is not very expensive.

He picked up the chopsticks, ate a bite of noodles, and it was okay. I didn't imagine it was bad. It tasted really good with noodle soup.

“Boss, do you have any chili?” He took a few bites and tasted it, "he asked.

“No.” Chen Ziqi also lifted her head.

“Ah?” Yanqing had intended to say. Finally, he closed his mouth knowingly. Even without chili, he could still enter.

…………

Time came around 11 o'clock, Chen Ziqi beat Hao, looked at the lively barbecue stall next door, then looked at the shop where no one was home, pounded his mouth, said, "What's good about barbecue, these people really don't know the goods, how great our noodles are. ”

Sitting at the door looking at Chen Xu's phone, he raised his head and took a sigh of relief at his palm and said, “It's too cold today, let's close the stall early. ”

Chen Ziqi shook his head, “No, we're only 50 bucks away. Later, someone must have come. ”

In the talking room, a man walked in.

“See.” Chen Ziqi jumped up at once, "Hello, can I get you something to eat? ”

The man was about thirty years old, had a rounded face, and was wrapped tight and solid. He looked at the little blackboard and said, "Give me a bowl of fresh noodles. ”

“Okay, hold on.” Chen Ziqi smiled sweetly and ran over to the kitchen to wait.

Not long later, she came out with noodles, "Your noodles, please. ”

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

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

He put down the chopsticks, held up the bowl, put it in front of his nose and smelled it before sending it to his mouth and tasting the soup.

He closed his eyes and seemed to be echoing. The look on his face, which he had not cared about, had changed markedly.

Chen Ziqi next door has been watching. What's going on?

You're not looking for trouble, are you?

“Boss. ”

The man opened his eyes and lit up a little scary. He put the bowl down and shouted out loud.

“What do you want? ”

Chen Ziqi has already regarded him as a troublemaker, with a face of vigilance.

Just listen to the man say, “Pack me fifty copies of this side and take it away. ”

“Huh?”

Chen Ziqi looked stuck.

Pack it. Fifty?

Am I hearing this right?

So, what's the situation?

PS: Unconsciously, this book is 200,000 words long. Let's talk about it.

So far, there are teenagers out there, and I've been thinking about what I'm missing most. The ability to express words, at least in this part of the web, makes me feel qualified. Now look back at the front door that I wrote a few years ago, and the text is okay.

Actually, every book I write, I think it's paying off. I found that my biggest problem was in rhythm. The few books I've written, there's actually no real mainline, and each one, the rhythm, has major problems.

The first front door, the culmination, was when the protagonist won the 100m championship. At that time, it was close to the showdown. I was going to write this plot during the showdown period, but unfortunately, I couldn't hold to my own method. It was early. After this orgasm, I noticed less followers, more impatient minds, and a bit of a breakdown in the writing.

The second book won the family life, the turning point was to determine the relationship between the lead character and Miao Xiu, too many readers reacted and liked the character. I still haven't been able to stick to my thoughts, let the protagonist determine the relationship with her, and completely disrupt my outline. It's broken again.

The third one, if it's not on the shelf, it's over. In the fourth out-of-the-world, I stuck to my own ideas. Unfortunately, the subject was congenitally flawed and eventually collapsed.

This book, at the beginning, was not warm, at the end of the first dream, recommending tickets, rewards, all kinds of outbreaks. I was shocked.

And also in that time, I thought a lot. Finally figured out what was wrong with me. I was so bloated, and when I wrote about a big orgasm, the data jumped, and I wanted to keep this jump, and I wanted every chapter to have this response, and finally, I went down the wrong path, and I opened my brain hole. And finally collapsed.

Back in this book, the first dream was so well written, you want me to be behind you, at the same level. After careful consideration, it seems impossible.

The first dream I started thinking about a few months ago. At that time, I wrote a passage that I felt was not right. I could put it on first. I read it again in two days. I felt it coming before I continued to write it down. Halfway through, I think the lady has set a deviation, delete a few chapters, and rewrite.

But now, there are no conditions like that, two or four thousand words a day before you go on the shelf, you can't stop, one more day, you can lose your old life. At least 6,000 words on the shelf, the task is even heavier. With this intensity, if I could keep my first dream level, I'd already be platinum and still have to struggle like this?

With that in mind, my mind calmed down. There's also some sense of rhythm in this thing.

Honestly, since I uploaded this book, I haven't had a card, because I have a number in my mind, and the outline is in my head. To what extent does the plot go forward, who appears, what kind of conversation with the main character, open the document, I can write a chapter in a breath.

I'm a reader myself, and I understand the mood of some readers, and in a style like mine, chasing is a bit more painful, and you rush, feed, even discard, and I can totally understand you. Nor do I expect you to understand my difficulties as an author.

Reading a book is a very personal thing, like it or not. It can't be because your author said something nice, I barely read a book I didn't like, it doesn't exist.

My book should be better for a breather. I can't chase you any further, let's just say that we have no part in it, we met at the right time, may you find more novels with the same flavour. It is also expected that one day in the future, you will pick up the book again and continue with the leading edge.

In fact, I understand that some readers, hopefully the protagonists and Rohit Cloud will determine the relationship as soon as possible. But if we do so now, it would be tantamount to the early conclusion of the book. Because there's nothing left to write behind, the main character is like being shackled, a lot of drama, can't be expanded.

Or, the sweet, sweet plot of life for two people is something I'm not good at. I can barely write it myself, nor can I write it for long.

This book, I'll do it at my own pace. Because I know there's a lot of silent reading, silent voting, silent rewarding, silent majority. This week, more than 15,600 referral tickets, 68 rewarded bookmates, are testimony. Thank you very much.