Chapter 5

"Master, Juewei baked gluten only produces 100 copies a day."

What the hell! Yang Song is completely speechless now. Is this system to help himself or to pit himself.

"As the level of the master increases, the restrictions on the game will be reduced and the functions will be increased."

Ah, what else can I do? Besides the goal of the store, I have to find a way to upgrade as soon as possible so that I can enjoy my life well!

Back in the dormitory, Yang Song lay in bed, idle to do nothing, thinking about whether to go shopping in the street, to see if there are similar shops, at this time one of his roommate Wang Xu came back.

"Didn't you go out to play? Why are you back now?" Yang Song not only has some differences. According to his own understanding, Wang Xu is a sea king. He can't walk when he sees his sister. This week, he said that he made an appointment with several girls, but went out without returning to the dormitory. He didn't come back last night. It must be natural and unrestrained. How can he come back just after noon? It's not like what he can do.

"Hey, you think I want to come back, but..." Wang Xu's face was full of bad luck, and he waved it casually. He said excitedly, "don't talk about it. I have important good news now."

"What makes you happy like this?" Yang Song is not only interested.

"Just got the news, the school invited a fairy, opened a new elective course!" Wang Xu said, while opening the computer, but also constantly urging Yang Song, let him quickly get out of bed.

Elective course? Yang Song is a bit muddled. Has the world changed? His super food God tycoon system is not against the weather but also lures people. Even Wang Xu's report is too lazy to identify people, and is he so active in taking elective courses?

"It's a cooking class. Although I don't like cooking, 80% of the students who go to this class are girls." Speaking of this, Wang Xu's eyes began to shine.

In cooking class, Yang Song was moved. This was a good opportunity. He was worried that he had no place to practice paoding jieniu Dao. The school gave him the opportunity to practice both Sabre and credit. Although sister was not his focus, he could also take it.

"Damn it, so cruel!" Wang Xu suddenly yelled, and Yang Song heard the reputation and found that there were still five places left in the elective course of cooking technology and nutrition. After Wang Xu scrambled for one, there were still four places left.

Yang Song also quickly let Wang Xu board his own number, after boarding there are still two places left, Yang Song also rushed to grab a quota.

The next morning, Yang song or did not go to class, early to grab the booth.

The stall owners around him looked unnatural when they saw him coming. Although they were all colleagues and the business was better, it almost didn't matter. But yesterday, the boy's business was very good. The most hateful thing was that the price was so expensive that so many people went to buy it.

How can these vendors sell!

In this regard, Yang Songzhi did not like it. He skillfully cleaned up the stall, put the price on it, and sat there waiting for the guests to come.

This time, Yang Song had a long memory. Instead of baking gluten in public, he prepared the gluten early.

Slowly, more and more people on the street, many people are attracted by the smell of Kewei baked gluten, but when they see the price, they still look at Yang song like a fool.

It's not baked gluten. It's just gold!

Of course, there are also a few of yesterday's repeat customers, to see Yang Song is the same as to see the Savior.

"Boss, why did you sell something in the morning yesterday? I came at noon and in the evening, but you were not here. Since I ate your baked gluten yesterday morning, I couldn't eat anything else." Said a man in a suit.

The customers around also followed. The baked gluten was so delicious that they didn't want to eat anything else after eating it. They had already known that they would not sell it at noon or at night, so they bought more.

"I only buy a hundred strings of this baked gluten every day. I don't sell any more." Yang Song pretended to have an air, but his heart has already called injustice, he also wants to sell more, but the game is not allowed!

All the guests around think about it. How can we make such delicious food? There are a lot of them every day.

This scene made the stall owners around feel flustered. After more than ten years of work, they have seen such businesses.

"OK, boss, you can get me two strings. No Take three strings Said the suit man, biting his teeth. All the other guests asked for it.

In less than half an hour, twenty strings of baked gluten were sold.

"Boss, you finally come. Your business is so good that I have to come early, otherwise I can't eat it." Chen Mingxing rushed over, followed by an old gentleman in a hemp shirt.

Chen Ming couldn't help it when he saw the baked gluten. He couldn't eat anything else when he ate it yesterday. But when he came at noon and at night, the gluten baking booth was always empty, which made him greedy.

Yang Song saw Chen Ming's face also piled up a smile, this is his big customer ah!"Boss, you didn't come here all day yesterday. I was really worried. I thought you wouldn't come." While complaining, Chen Ming picked up a bunch of baked gluten and ate it.

"I'll sell a hundred strings this day. I'll leave when I've sold them out." Yang Song has been looking at Chen Ming for fear that he will not give money.

"What! A hundred strings, I'm good, no, boss, you put the rest up for me, I'll transfer the money to you! " Chen Ming said in a hurry.

This time, the faces of the guests who haven't bought them are all black. Can't I eat them today? But the person in front of me can't be provoked!

Yang Song's face is also a little embarrassed, although he certainly hopes to sell it quickly, but this business is still amiable to make money.

Chen Ming also noticed that his behavior was really a little bad, and then he laughed and said, "are you kidding? Are you kidding?"

At this time, the old man was also a little impatient, but for Chen Ming's status here, he would have been angry.

"Is that the baked gluten that Mr. Chen said?"

After hearing the old man's words, Chen Mingcai reacted and then quickly introduced him and said, "forget it, boss, this is Mr. Ye, a famous gourmet in Los Angeles. Mr. Ye is not only a skilled gourmet, but also has a great prestige in the food industry."

Yang Song was surprised and worried. Although his game was out of tune, the baked gluten was still reliable. He believed that there was no problem.

But they are authorities after all.

Mr. Ye nodded to Yang Song. He had already smelled the smell of roasted gluten. It was absolutely the first-class cooking skill that could make food, but the appearance was really ugly.