Chapter 7 Dog Food Production Situation

"Good morning, Jiawei." Yuanzhou greeted as usual.

"I came here after seeing the message from Boss Yuan. When can the lottery start?" Zheng Jiawei said directly.

"Just draw it together with the usual drinking quota draw before breakfast time starts." Yuan Zhou was already prepared.

Yuanzhou sent out the news after making preparations. The lottery box this time was still simple, but it was different from the box where drinking quotas were drawn every day. Because the quotas were not equal, Yuanzhou made a new one.

Of course, the store still adheres to the simple style of the past. It is still renovated from an old box and uses red and white balls. Regarding this probability issue, Yuanzhou feels that he can continue to explore. There is no end to learning. It is definitely not because when he was studying, he also used red and white balls. The probability of a red ball and the probability of a white ball.

Yuan Zhou is not such a person.

"Thank you, Boss Yuan. Then I won't disturb Boss Yuan for running." Zheng Jiawei stopped and said.

When they first met, Yuan Zhou didn't stop, and Zheng Jiawei also ran a few steps along with him.

"See you later." Yuan Zhou said and ran forward.

He knew why Zheng Jiawei came to ask. It was because of Wu Lin. The girl had asked many times when hot pot would be available. Sometimes he had to sigh that blood is a wonderful thing, even if Wu Hai and Wu Lin didn't look like anything. They are similar, but they coincide with each other in terms of their love for hot pot.

It was obvious that Zheng Jiawei came to ask in such a hurry. Yuanzhou also felt that it was already a bit exhausted this early in the morning and he had not even had breakfast. He might as well go for a run with Yin Ya next time to keep fit, so that he could have more babies. Give it to others to avoid starving.

After Yuanzhou finished his run according to the original plan, he returned to the shop, took out the prepared boxes and put them next to the box for the tavern quota, in case Su Ruoyan could use them later.

In order to distinguish them, Yuanzhou also creatively wrote "tavern" and "hot pot" on them. These simple words illustrate their different functions.

After getting ready, Yuan Zhou immediately entered the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. In order to match the start of today's hot pot, Yuan Zhou prepared a very rough breakfast. It was Guokui jelly, one hot and one cold, symbolizing the hot and cold of hot pot. He felt it suited the occasion.

Because there was a lot of preparation work to be done, Yuan Zhou went all out from the beginning and was very fast. After a while, seven or eight Yuan Zhou appeared in the kitchen of the Kung Fu shop almost at the same time. If the door was opened and someone outside saw it, even if it was Yuan Zhou would also be shocked. It was no longer just a simple sentence that could not be explained by humans. He had to be an alien anyway.

Yuan Zhou was busy in the kitchen, and the diners outside were also in a hurry.

"Your speed is too fast. Didn't you say before that you were still at Qingyang Temple?" Wang Hong was very surprised to see Sun Ming.

When he sent the location before, he clearly saw that Sun Ming was quite far away from here, and he was secretly happy. This time he could leave this kid behind. Unexpectedly, Sun Ming arrived at the same time as him. Not very pleasant.

"That's why you're stupid. Look at the person who said he's still at Xinhua Park. Isn't he already here?" Sun Ming lazily pointed behind Wang Hong.

Then Wang Hong turned around and saw Fang Heng's face, and was speechless for a moment.

It turns out that no one clearly reported their exact location in order to paralyze their opponents and arrive early so that they could have breakfast and participate in the lottery.

Everyone had the same idea, and they all took measures in unison. Wang Hong always reported his location in real time, which made him instantly embarrassed.

"I think we can queue up." Jiang Changxi also rushed over.

Then he walked through Wuhai and stood in the first position without hesitation. Yes, first place. Everyone arrived at the same time, so naturally they stood randomly. Who was in front and who was behind depended on their own strength.

Wu Hai was too excited,

I kept pulling Mao Xiong and imagining the various flavors of hot pot. If Mao Xiong hadn’t reminded me, I almost missed the time. But even if I hurried and hurried slowly, I saw the figure of Queen Ginger before I officially arrived, and then There is no more.

The first thing is the fact.

When Wu Hai saw that it was Queen Jiang who had taken the first place from him, he immediately turned off the engine, not daring to make a fuss and say something cruel like what I would do next time.

With Jiang Changxi taking the lead, Wu Hai and Mao Xiong took the opportunity to occupy the second and third positions. The regular customers who had just scattered behind began to stand in the queue in an orderly manner. Within two minutes, the originally loose crowd became organized with Jiang Changxi's movements. Ordered.

"Hey, Old Wu is here too. Why didn't you bring your wife with you today?" Wang Hong's sharp eyes suddenly saw Wu Yungui standing across from Sun Ming.

After everyone got acquainted with each other, and Wu Yungui was very easy-going, they were all very friendly to Lao Wu. He was called Lao Wu. There was no way. Since he brought his two sons, Xiao Wu had someone. For Lao Wu, The title was adopted by default.

Along with Lao Wu's name, Wu Yungui's reputation as a beloved wife was also known. People familiar with Wu Yungui would ask about Mrs. Wu when they saw him alone.

Since Mrs. Wu came to the store twice, Wu Yungui almost always comes with her when he comes to the store.

"She slept late last night, so I cooked porridge for her in the pot. I came over to eat it myself. If I can win a spot in the lottery later, I will bring her to eat at noon." Wu Yungui said with a smile.

Wang Hong:......

Single dogs have no human rights, right? This is because they haven’t eaten breakfast, so the dog food is already full. It’s really enough, and there’s no one left with the old dog food.

He turned to talk to Fang Heng in front of him. He would rather talk to the witch than Wu Yungui. At least the witch was single.

The other diners were also whispering lively. Nine out of ten topics were about how good the hot pot was. Another topic was about how to draw a lottery and what posture to use to make it easier to win.

After Su Ruoyan arrived, the atmosphere became even more lively.

Su Ruoyan already knew what was going on. She entered the shop with the diners' eyes hotter than searchlights and saw Yuan Zhou still busy with his head down.

So Su Ruoyan took the time to wipe the already spotless tables and chairs with a rag, and then went to look at the obviously two lottery boxes over there to observe the situation first.

It didn't take much time to do it step by step.

But at this time Yuan Zhou was already busy.

"Little Yanzi, today we will draw a quota for hot pot at noon. There are ten quotas a day, one quota per table. There is no limit to the number of people that can be brought to each quota, as long as they can sit down. We will start eating at 12 noon and end. The time is before eight o'clock in the evening. You will explain it to the diners when the lottery is held." Yuan Zhou explained in detail the precautions for eating hot pot.

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