The Guide of How to Be an Interstellar Tycoon

Waiter: "Baozi fritters and preserved egg lean meat porridge."

"Ow~ There are steamed buns! When I watched the live broadcast, I wanted to eat these." After speaking, the figure disappeared from the waiter's sight in a blink of an eye, and he had joined the rush to buy.

After yesterday's grand occasion, the waiters have gotten used to it quite a bit.

The meals cooked by their little boss have such ability to make people crazy and calm.

"Little boss, bring me six steamed buns, all of them with vegetarian and meat stuffing."

"I want ten, five with meat and five with vegetarian stuffing."

"You're a pig, can you eat ten?"

"I can't eat and don't allow me to pack?"

"Go away, you've already bought it. What else do you want to pack? Little boss, I want to report this man for not talking about martial arts, so don't sell it to him."

"Give me ten fried dough sticks, I can eat them!"

"Little boss..."

There was a rush of looting for breakfast, one by one, like a battle, surrounded by the small window of the kitchen leading to the hall, scrambling to report the quantity they wanted, lest they would be sold out if they were slow.

It is estimated that such a grand occasion can only be seen in Gu Bai's small restaurant.

"Ah! Who stepped on me!"

"You stinky boys, don't squeeze, it hurts to death." Several female voices came over, with anger and dissatisfaction.

Gu Bai looked at the messy people in front of him, his brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "All line up, those who cut the line and those who don't line up, don't sell!"

This sentence is really more lethal than any behavior. The originally chaotic situation has become more orderly in an instant.

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to line up. As long as it's Xiao Bai, the food you make is so delicious that I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it." Small.

"I made it according to the number of you, and you can buy all of them. Each person is limited to five buns, five fried dough sticks, and a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge." Gu Bai directly set the rules.

Although some people are full of resentment about the purchase restriction, but when they turn their heads and think about it, they can guarantee that they can absolutely buy it. After all, if there is no purchase restriction, no one knows if there is any leftovers when it is their turn. Bottomless foodie.

"Xiao Bai, if there are people who don't like to drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge, can that one be offered to us?" Someone asked.

When I tried preserved eggs before, some people didn't like it.

Gu Bai: "If you have any leftovers, you can."

"Then I want to reserve the remaining one." Du Yikang took the opportunity to make a reservation in a hurry. Others followed suit, and the small restaurant suddenly became noisy again.

"It's very difficult for a small boss to do this. We'll see who will come to grab it when the time comes." Foodie Jia suggested.

Foodie B also said, "Bid, the one with the highest price wins!"

"It's a good idea, so that everyone doesn't have to forcefully grab it." Foodie B's suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone.

Gu Bai: ...

He seems to be the boss, so these people decide how he sells? Did he agree?

However, Gu Bai didn't say anything. First, he put the steamed buns, fried dough sticks and porridge in order and handed them to the customers. This group of foodies would be noisy when they got there, and those who had something to eat would always stop their mouths.

Gu Bai originally made breakfast according to the head. Even if some girls didn't have such a big appetite, they still bought it according to the maximum purchase amount, so in the end, except for those reserved for the waiter, there was not a single one left.

On the contrary, there was a part of the preserved egg porridge left, and the customers who had already eaten their portion were all staring at the remaining preserved egg porridge, looking eager to try it.

"Today's breakfast is all sold out, everyone should leave." Gu Bai began to pack his things, and was about to close the door until noon.

"Little boss, don't you still have porridge? We agreed to sell it to us." Foodie Jia hurriedly reminded Gu Bai that he was about to leave.

Gu Bai: "There's no more left. These are reserved for farm workers."

Customers and fans who are ready to bid:  …

Gu Bai left the small restaurant with the remaining preserved egg, lean meat porridge and pork chops fried with wooden balls, leaving behind a group of fans who were messed up in the wind.

Fortunately, the fans were used to Gu Bai's appearance. They didn't have to eat, so they scattered and found a place to pass the time and waited for lunch time.

Gu Bai first delivered the porridge to the farm workers.

Li San and others are still calm when they receive the porridge. After all, the little boss will give them food from time to time. They have experienced a lot, but this does not affect their gratitude to the little boss, and these gratitude are reflected in at work.

"Little boss, the pasture has been built, and the mature crops on the farm have been harvested. What's our next job?" Li San asked.

Gu Bai looked at the crops on the farm. The mature ones have been harvested, and new crops have been planted, and some are still growing. It can be said that the small restaurant is not short of ingredients now, and there are even leftovers. If the current batch of fans leaves and no other fans come over in the future, there will be more ingredients left.

After all, the local residents of Planet M95 are relatively poor, and they are reluctant to buy better nutritional supplements, and they will not spend money on natural ingredients. His current customers can only be those fans on the star network.