"Five copper coins for the roujiamo bag, and ten for the takeout box," Meg said calmly. The System's dissatisfaction? That's not part of the deal.
"Twenty copper coins!" The System was silent for a while, and then argued, "The Host can earn 300 copper coins for a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Even if you deduct the cost of the takeout box, you still have 280 copper coins left. The System designed the takeout box with the ability of a top designer, and the logo with the ability of a top painter. All the materials are pollution-free, self-degrading, and can be used many times … "
"Five copper coins." Meg casually threw out his new offer, and then said calmly, "System, do you believe that he won't be dissatisfied if I tell him to take the plate and leave? And he'll even wash the plate and send it back to me tomorrow? Remember, this is a buyer's market. 300 copper coins is still too little for me. "
"Ten copper coins, deal!" The System's crisp voice sounded with a bit of grievance and helplessness. "The takeout box is being made. The first batch will be delivered in five minutes."
"Very good." Meg was satisfied with the System's efficiency. He turned to Gjerj and said with a smile, "Okay, but you'll have to add 20 copper coins to the takeout box."
"Twenty copper coins? Okay, please pack one for me. I won't take my own. "Gjerj thought for a while, and then nodded.
Although other restaurants usually didn't charge extra for takeout, it was still acceptable to add 20 copper coins to the takeout box since a plate of Yangzhou fried rice already cost 600 copper coins. As long as the Yangzhou fried rice was as good as roujiamo, and he could let his wife eat more, it wouldn't be a problem to double the price.
"Please wait a moment." Tang Sanzang nodded, turned around, and went into the kitchen, ignoring the System's roaring voice in his head. He was better at making money than he thought. He was just lazy in his previous life.
Gjerj and the others continued to eat the second roujiamo, enjoying the delicious taste and the feeling of fat exercise.
This slightly spicy meat wave also attracted the attention of the customers who had just entered the restaurant. However, the happy and enjoyable expressions on their faces seemed to be magnified by their chubby faces. They were like a living advertisement, making everyone curious about what kind of delicacy could make them eat so happily. Although they felt that the price of 300 copper coins per serving was a little expensive, they still couldn't help but order a serving. For a moment, many new customers who had just entered the restaurant for the first time were attracted.
Five minutes later, the System notified him that the takeout box was ready.
Meg, who was cooking the Yangzhou fried rice, looked back and saw a bigger iron box beside the roujiamo bag. A stack of brown wooden boxes were neatly stacked inside.
Meg turned off the stove and walked over to pick up one of the boxes. The box was as thick as a cardboard shell, but very hard. It was also inlaid with a layer of transparent plastic, which looked very fresh and clean. He didn't need to worry about the soup leaking out.
The words "Amy's" were printed in golden letters on the lid of the box, and below it was an outline of Amy's lovely back. In the lower right corner of the box was a row of small words with the restaurant's address. It looked very delicate and simple. If it weren't for the fact that the box was a bit too thin, it could have been used as a regular bowl.
"Not bad. It suits the atmosphere of the restaurant very well." Meg nodded with satisfaction.
The workmanship and quality of the food produced by the System were excellent. 10 copper coins did seem a bit excessive.
Of course, he didn't feel guilty at all. The System had agreed so quickly, so obviously there was still money to be made.
Besides, there was no word "Yangzhou fried rice" on the box, so if he needed anything to take out in the future, he could just put it in the box.
Mag put the fried rice in the pot into a box. The colorful fried rice still looked as beautiful as it was in the box.
"One roujiamo and one Yangzhou fried rice," Mag said as he placed a roujiamo and a Yangzhou fried rice in front of Gjerj. "Here's one roujiamo and one Yangzhou fried rice.
"Okay, thank you." Gjerj's eyes lit up as he looked at the delicate wooden box in front of him. Normally, a restaurant would give customers something like a crudely made earthen jar, but this wooden box looked as if it had been carefully made by a craftsman. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was a gift box.
Such an exquisite box was only sold for 20 copper coins. The boss must have paid for it himself, right? Gjerj had thought it was a little expensive, but now he felt he had gotten a great deal.
Besides, his wife might be in a better mood after seeing such delicately packaged food. He couldn't wait to bring it back for her to try.
"Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo should be eaten while they're hot. Besides, la zhi roujiamo is not suitable for pregnant women." Meg reminded Gjerj, who was holding the roujiamo in one hand and preparing to pick up the Yangzhou fried rice cautiously.
"Okay, Mag. I'll pay for this Yangzhou fried rice and roujiamo first. They'll pay for the other two roujiamos later." Gjerj nodded. He took out the dragon coin and was about to hand it to Mag when Mag stopped him.
"Mr. Mak, it's all on me," Harrison said.
"Nine gold coins in total." Amy came over with Ugly Duckling in her arms and a gold coin in her little hand.
Gjerj put the dragon coin in Amy's hand and put the gold coin away. He smiled at Amy and said, "You're a good helper. I have a little brother who's about your age at home. I'll bring him to play with you next time."
"I like little girls. Too bad you don't have one." Amy took the dragon coin and shook her head.
"…" The smile on Gjerj's face froze. He suddenly felt a little hurt, and he didn't know what to say.
"Hahaha …" His friends burst into laughter.
Meg also couldn't help laughing. Amy did like to play with little girls, but her answer was a little too straightforward.
"Maybe I will this time. Goodbye, Mr. Mak, Mr. Mak, Mr. Mak." Gjerj calmed himself down and regained his confidence. He said to Harrison, "I'll go take the food to your sister-in-law. Next time, it'll be my treat."
Harrison waved his hand and smiled. "Go ahead. But I think from tomorrow on, you'll have to line up every day to buy food for your sister-in-law."
"I agree." The fatty in cyan nodded.
"How nice would it be if I could eat all kinds of delicious food at home without going out?" The fatty in red sighed as he watched Gjerj walk out with the fried rice carefully in his hands.
"You can't afford to hire a chef like Mr. Mak," the fatty in green mocked.
The fatty in red shook his head. "No, I mean, if you could find someone to bring the food to our house, I'd be happy to pay extra."
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