At the sa ti, LuLu felt that delivering by portion was too slow.
"Boss Xiao Chen, pack all your buns for first!"
"What?" Chen Mo was utterly shocked, "I have over a hundred and forty buns here!"
LuLu nodded with certainty, "That’s right, pack them all up, just do the packing first."
Each bun was 5 yuan, with 148 buns in total. LuLu calculated and made a paynt of 740 yuan through a QR code.
Although Chen Mo didn’t understand what was happening, he incredulously asked LuLu to wait a mont.
He then jumped down from the food cart and dove into the driver’s cabin.
"Mu Mu, Mu Mu! Wake up, we’ve got business!"
"Mm...uh..." Mu Mu stretched lazily, "Hehe, Chen Mo brother, I had such a nice sleep. You should sleep too."
"You!" Chen Mo reached out and tapped Mu Mu’s face, "It’s ti to work!"
"What!" Mu Mu sat up with a swoosh, "Is it ti to work?"
Pulling Mu Mu down, "You handle the packing, I need to hurry up and cook."
The cold wind blew, and Mu Mu instantly beca clear-headed, seeing LuLu, who she had ntally blacklisted, and snorted proudly, "What are we packing?"
"Buns, all of them."
"You can really eat!"
LuLu rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Miss Mu Mu, just don’t bother and get packing, okay?"
Mu Mu pouted and started packing, with two pieces in each package.
LuLu held a phone in one hand and carried dozens of buns in the other, "I’ll start delivering from the first floor! I won’t accept red envelopes from the group for now. Whoever gets their delivery should send gifts on their own!"
Mixing accepting red envelopes and delivering food felt a bit off, LuLu thought this way was better. After all, she wasn’t a delivery person but a strear!
What does a livestream seek?
It’s all about the show effect!
The number of viewers in the livestream room kept increasing, with many puzzled fans entering and finding it was a strange broadcast, with the location being a hospital?
And when they saw the strear running wildly and saying to the livestream room, "101!"
She wouldn’t even go in, just dropped a plastic bag at the door and ran, imdiately seeing gifts appearing in the comnts.
"Room 101, two portions of buns received, thank you, strear!"
"102!"
"Room 102 received! Two portions of buns!"
The female strear was panting from running, as various gifts kept appearing in the livestream room, so being small gifts worth a few yuan, while others were large ones worth hundreds.
Every ti the female strear dropped off sothing at a door, you could imdiately see in the livestream room a person with a quirky expression quickly reaching out to grab the stuff and swiftly shut the door.
This was indeed a peculiar livestream room.
Over a hundred and forty buns, LuLu managed to clear them out after delivering to three floors.
"Apologies to the folks on the fourth floor... There are only so many buns."
So fans in the livestream room were imdiately displeased.
"What’s going on? We’ve waited the longest, and when it’s the fourth floor’s turn, there’s nothing left?"
"I’m not happy! Why don’t we get to eat buns? Going forward, the strear should start from the fourth floor!"
"You folks on the fourth floor are so high up; the strear has to climb up there and co down, which takes more effort, right? If you have the guts, send so aweso gifts!"
Right after the comnt appeared, two carnivals popped up in the livestream room.
[Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence Old Recipe: Start delivering from the fourth floor. I said so.]
[Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence Old Recipe: Who’s in favor, who’s against?]
The number of comnts in the livestream room instantly dropped, with countless patients holding their tongues in anger, and so even started looking for the identity of this fan nad Project President Fang in a second group chat.
Unfortunately, as a boss who sends out red envelopes, these people in the second group were just scattered crumbs that could only guess, never able to see his true face.
The strear LuLu imdiately succumbed to the might of the two carnivals, announcing, "Got it, boss! Next round, I’ll start delivering from the fourth floor!"
Fang Zhizhong lay satisfied in room 408.
What kind of international joke is this? If Old Fang wants sothing to eat, how could he not get it?
When LuLu returned to the food cart, Chen Mo’s spatula was almost sparkling with sparks, "LuLu, what’s going on here, are all these your friends?"
LuLu really didn’t know how to explain, so she said, "The cafeteria in this hospital is insufferable; so hospitalized fans begged to bring them food once they heard you were setting up here, so I just..."
Chen Mo gave an acknowledging sound, and the filtered spicy soup reentered the pot; this ti, four portions of mapo tofu ca out at once!
As the dishes ca out, on the other side, the yellow-braised chicken was already finished steaming. After packing the buns earlier, Chen Mo ingeniously used a large stear to steam chunks of chicken, and now eight portions of stead chicken erged simultaneously.
He poured the broth from each of the eight stead chicken dishes into the black pot, adding soy sauce and Shaoxing wine, bringing it to a boil with high heat before imdiately starting to thicken it.
Under Hou Yao’s occasional guidance, Chen Mo’s understanding of thickening had progressed trendously, directly achieving a [perfect] level with progress bonuses!
The thickened sauce and chicken soup were richly colored, drizzled with so peppercorn oil, and gently pushed and pulled with the spatula.
Off the stove, the broth was drizzled!
The aroma of the eight portions of yellow-braised chicken was so enticing that just by looking at it, you could feel the tender freshness of the chicken. The mont the sauce was drizzled on, the surface of the chicken was imdiately stained with the sauce color.
This color was unlike the usual sauce, possessing a glossy visual impact. The already tender chicken dyed with such color made LuLu’s mouth water, and she had relished such deliciousness before.
LuLu lowered her voice, "Boss Xiao Chen."
"What is it?" Chen Mo swiftly cleaned the pot and began preparing the next eight portions of mapo tofu.
"No matter what, could you please save a portion of mapo tofu and a portion of yellow-braised chicken?"
Chen Mo paused and stopped his actions, "You haven’t eaten yet?"
LuLu nodded vigorously.
Chen Mo imdiately held great respect for this part-ti girl, sacrificing her al so hospitalized fans could eat to their fill.
This spirit reminded Chen Mo of an old acquaintance.
"How about," Chen Mo leaned forward, also lowering his voice, "when Mu Mu ties the bag, she makes it a bit looser so you can sneak a bite every ti you deliver a portion?"
Back in the day, Ma Qiang used this skill to turn four servings of fried rice into five.
If Zhou Hu hadn’t co to eat the next day, no one would’ve known about it.
LuLu stepped back a few steps, surprised that Boss Chen could be such a person; his words always made so much sense?
"Here, four portions of mapo tofu, four portions of yellow-braised chicken, take care!"
Carrying eight portions at once, LuLu couldn’t manage it.
Noticing the slightly loose package ties, LuLu nodded firmly, "Okay, Boss Xiao Chen!"
Chen Mo smiled and watched LuLu leave, feeling a bit regretful as he looked down.
Life is unpredictable; I thought there wouldn’t be much business today, but even though no one was eating in front of the food cart, LuLu’s hospitalized fans devoured everything eagerly.
Chen Mo waved, "Mu Mu, jot down a few keywords: late-night stall, inpatient ward patients chow down 30 chickens, 40 kilograms of tofu, over 140 at buns, and 60 bowls of hand-rolled noodles."
"Anything else?"
Mu Mu felt that rely stating the situation without drawing a conclusion didn’t seem like a proper report.
Chen Mo waved dismissively, "We are responsible for the assessnt, so just narrate the actual situation. What this situation implies, that’s for the investnt departnt to consider."
Mu Mu felt she learned sothing new again; is this workplace wisdom?
So, she scoured the remaining ingredients in the cabinet from the system panel in her mind.
chickens, plus 10 kilograms of prepared tofu, and 50 kilograms of flour yet to be used.
Chen Mo was pondering if these would suffice for tonight.
anwhile, Chang Jianjun finally finished his work and stretched heavily.
He glanced at his watch, 1:40 AM.
"Hmm, Mr. Chen should have just started his stall."
"It’s a pity that since being targeted by Qian Erniu in the back of the inpatient departnt, business is virtually nonexistent; I have to go support him once."
"Also, yesterday’s social dia post was odd; no one asked about where I bought the food. Hehe... looks like hospital staff are indeed afraid to speak out in the cafeteria."
No worries, you don’t ask, I’ll go eat myself.
Chang Jianjun locked his lounge door, picked up his phone, and left the building with a flourish, heading to the inpatient departnt at the back.
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