Yangzhou fried rice was delicious, and so was roujiamo. However, as a person who ate rice and side dishes as his staple food, eating them every day felt like something was missing.
Although the system had just given him a new mission, and he could unlock the tofu pudding, Meg still wanted to trick the system and see if he could unlock one or two other dishes.
The system was silent for a while, and then said, "Since the host underestimated the system's mission, a hidden mission has been triggered. When 1,000 customers enter the restaurant, a recipe for Braised Chicken and Rice will be unlocked. Each customer will only be counted once. If the mission is not accomplished in 15 days, your strength will be reduced by 0.5. Does this mean that 1,000 customers will enter the restaurant in 15 days? " Mag raised his eyebrows. This task was much more difficult than selling 1,000 roujiamos. After all, some customers could eat several roujiamos, and repeat customers would spend more than once. One person could buy a dozen roujiamos in a few days.
However, having a thousand different customers was a completely different concept. If it could be achieved, the restaurant would definitely be filled to the brim.
However, only 155 customers had entered the restaurant in the past few days. If he couldn't accomplish this mission, his strength would be deducted. This was a bit troublesome.
Of course, Meg wasn't worried about business. He was worried that the previous customers would stick around, and the new customers might not be able to eat it. This would definitely slow down the growth of new customers.
The key is to spend money in the restaurant. It seems that I have to control the number of take-outs. It's best if I can achieve a certain publicity effect and satisfy the customers' requirements, Meg thought to himself. His eyes lit up when he thought of Braised Chicken and Rice.
This was one of the three food and beverage giants, comparable to Lanzhou Ramen and Shaxian Snacks.
Meg had eaten authentic Braised Chicken and Rice in several restaurants in his previous life. Although he would be merciless after wiping his mouth, the taste was really good. The meat was fresh and tender, and the soup was pure and delicious. After eating the chicken, he ordered a bowl of rice and poured it into the soup pot. It was delicious chicken soup mixed with rice.
Now that he thought about it, he was really picky. However, when he thought about his vicious comments, Meg's face became a little twisted. Damn it … Even if I get the recipe after completing the mission, I have to be mentally prepared to be locked up in the test field for the God of Cookery for hundreds of days.
The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao was truly retribution!
Meg ridiculed the Heavenly Dao for making such a standard dish in his heart and fell asleep in a short while.
The next morning, Meg was awakened by Amy's voice. He turned on the bedside lamp and sat up to look at the little bed. Amy was sitting on the bed, and it appeared that she had also just woken up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around before turning to Meg with a perplexed expression. "Father, where's Ugly Duckling?"
"Hmm?" Meg was taken aback. Didn't Ugly Duckling sleep on Amy's arm yesterday?
"Meow!" At this moment, a pitiful voice came from under the bed.
Amy and Meg looked under the bed at the same time. Ugly Duckling had fallen under the bed at some point, and it was looking up at Amy with an aggrieved expression, as if it were a little wife who had been kicked off the bed.
"Pffft …" Amy immediately burst into laughter. She lay down on the edge of the bed, and said with a smile, "Ugly Duckling, don't tell me I kicked you off the bed?"
Ugly Duckling seemed to have understood Amy's words, and it nodded with an aggrieved expression. It raised its little paws as if it were asking for a hug.
A smile also appeared on Meg's face. He looked at Ugly Duckling on the ground and found it to be quite pitiful.
"Right? I told you I might kick you off the bed, but you didn't believe me. Next time, you'd better sleep in your little basket." Amy shrugged. Then, she turned to Meg, and asked, "Father, are you going to get up now?" She yawned as she spoke.
"It's still very early. Amy and Ugly Duckling can sleep for a while longer. I'll get up to prepare the ingredients." Mag glanced at the alarm clock at the head of the bed. It was only 4: 50 am. He got up from the bed and picked up the soft, palm-sized Ugly Duckling from the bottom of the bed. He placed it on the little bed and shook his head with a smile.
"Alright, Amy can sleep for a while longer." Amy nodded. She pressed down on Ugly Duckling's head as it tried to crawl into her arms. "Ugly Duckling, don't scratch my clothes. Father bought them for me. If you ruin them, I won't allow you to sleep with me in the future," she warned seriously.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling didn't dare to move anymore. It nodded, and lay down on the blanket with its eyes closed.
"Good boy." Amy nodded with satisfaction. She lay down again, and also closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.
Meg tucked Amy in with a smile. Then, he folded a small corner of the blanket and put it on Ugly Duckling. It was important to keep the kitten warm.
Meg changed his clothes and washed up. Then, he went downstairs to prepare the ingredients for the roujiamo. He planned to make 64 roujiamos this morning. After the four ovens were sold out, the one and a half hour opening time in the morning was almost over.
At 7 am, Meg went upstairs to wake Amy up. The little girl insisted on brushing Ugly Duckling's teeth when she was washing up.
Meg explained to her for a long while before she gave up. But in the end, she still threatened Ugly Duckling into rinsing its mouth a few times.
"Forget it now. You can brush it when your teeth are bigger." Amy nodded as she looked at Ugly Duckling, which licked the water and swallowed it directly.
Ugly Duckling stared at the little toothbrush and white foam in Amy's mouth and slowly backed toward the door. This thing is too scary. I have to retreat.
I've already finished the goat's milk I bought yesterday. I won't have time to buy more until the morning opening time is over.
So, at breakfast time, Ugly Duckling, lying in Amy's arms, looked up at Meg and Amy eating roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice at the same time. Its eyes were almost shining, but no one wanted to feed it. In the end, it raised its paw sadly to cover its eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
Amy took a bite of the roujiamo, lowered her head, and said with a smile, "Ugly Duckling, I see your eyes coming out of your paw. You can look if you want. I won't feed you anyway."
Ugly Duckling slowly turned its face away, moved its paw, and looked up at the sky with a look of despair.
Meg shook his head with a smile. After breakfast, he cleared the table. At 7: 30 am sharp, he opened the door of the restaurant.
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