Chapter 1919 Breakfast at the Holy Gift Luoyang Palace

The food delivery person approached, and his cart was pulling several large buckets and baskets.

"They just cooked for us, but the food is not ready yet. I promised to treat them to a meal and I will give them money." The people from the Sixteenth Guards said to the person who delivered the food.

"We came from the mountains and started preparing yesterday afternoon. His Majesty invited the people of Luoyang Palace to have breakfast. Anyone who is willing to eat can get one."

The people who delivered the food tilted their heads to indicate where they were from, and they were working outside making breakfast.

"Invite the entire Luoyang Palace to dinner?"

The local soldier next to him looked at the barrel on the car, and then turned to the people in the Sixteenth Guards, trying to get the answer from them.

"Uh-huh!" The man from the Sixteenth Guard coughed first: "Routine operation, don't be surprised. I said it last night, logistics."

"But you just wanted to pay..." The local soldier expressed doubts.

"Don't worry about those irrelevant things. Eat, what did you eat this morning?" The man from the Sixteenth Guard interrupted the other party.

"Spicy soup, steamed buns, shredded mustard greens and pickles." The person delivering the food wanted to laugh.

As he spoke, he took bowls and gave them to those who didn't have cutlery.

"I have it at home. I have chopsticks. Let's eat in the house. There is also a table. Life is better now and the furniture is complete."

The man extended an invitation again, saying that his own meal was not ready and he wanted to eat someone else's.

"His father, bring the table out." The hostess knew what to do.

The eldest child took the younger child to get the tableware. The couple carried the things to the door, and the Sixteenth Guards and the local soldiers helped.

There is pepper in the spicy soup, but it is relatively small. Datang lacks this stuff and has to wait for it to appear in large quantities.

The common people know that Hu spicy soup is eaten by wealthy people. How to make it is written in the newspaper. It contains things that ordinary people are reluctant to buy.

The child looked at the big steamed buns and spicy soup and was worried. Should I have more steamed buns or more soup?

People in the village are eating the breakfast given by His Majesty, and they are depressed when they open restaurants and bars because they can't make money in the morning.

They were anxious and drank spicy soup. They felt uncomfortable and did not dare to protest.

Lu Bang, who runs a porridge shop, was drinking spicy soup in front of his stall. He turned off the fire in the stove and the porridge was already cooked, otherwise he would not dare to turn off the fire.

His family only sells porridge and steamed buns, pork, chicken, vegetables and pure vegetable steamed buns.

The chicken buns are still the recipe given in the newspaper. The chicken is thin and made from thigh and breast meat. It is not delicious and has less oil and water.

The newspaper told me to buy chicken fat and make it at home. When mixing the stuffing, add it with the vegetable oil. This way, it will be more oily and delicious.

His house is now full of people, as it used to be in the mornings. His buns are the same size as others and the price is the same.

The difference is that the skin is thin and the fillings are large. People who eat meat buns depend on the amount of meat.

Their vegetable buns are filled with the residue of refined chicken fat. They say they are vegetarian, but they actually contain meat.

"Dad, are the buns still on the drawer?" Lu Bang's second daughter-in-law came over and asked with a worried look on her face.

People eating in and out of the shop don't buy anything from him, and they don't eat the free pickles from his house. They all eat His Majesty's food.

"Serve it if it's wrapped. It won't work unless it's steamed. If it's not wrapped..."

"Lao Lu's Porridge Shop?" When Lu Bang was talking, someone brought a folder over.

"Yeah, not for sale today." Lu Bang looked over.

"Uncle, I'm from Lijiazhuangzi." His eldest grandson was eating.

When I was about to go to school after eating, I saw the word "Ba" embroidered on the chest of the visitor, which reminded my grandpa.

"Which Li family village?" Lu Bang was full of steamed buns and porridge that he couldn't sell.

"The son of Lijiazhuang in Bashui, he has words on his chest, no one dares to pretend to be him."

Lu Bang's eldest grandson put down his things and came forward, looking up at the banker to confirm again.

"Dongzhu Li's people? Sit down, hurry up, I'll wipe it for you." Lu Bang realized that he had to treat him well.

"If you don't want to sit down, just keep wrapping. After wrapping, steam and put it away. We will buy it."

It's half a percent lower than the market price. I know you still have profits, so you won't lose any money.

It saves the effort of running back and forth to the hall, washing dishes, and also saves pickles. "

The banker wrote it down in his book and told Lu Bang.

"Ah?" Lu Bang stopped wiping the stool with his sleeves.

"Buy it...you don't need it."

Lu Bang couldn't figure it out. If the Li family village could treat the entire Luoyang Palace to eat Hu spicy soup, why would he be unable to cook?

"It's for the soldiers to eat at noon. It's going to rain, there's no dew in the evening, and there's clouds in the morning. The people in the village are too busy."

The banker followed the routine in advance. In fact, let alone rain, cooking will still be done even if it hails.

"Where's the big restaurant?" Lu Bang's eldest son was thinking about the money he made and thought of the restaurant.

"What do you care about what others do? Light the fire, hurry up and steam the buns." Lu Bang glared at his son. Isn't that enough for you to worry about?

"We know the profit of the restaurant, so we leave half of the profit to them. If we sell the buns for two cents each, we will buy two for one cent, and forget about selling them."

The banker smiled and said that small transactions are treated differently from large transactions.

Restaurants don't make money from breakfast. It was last night that had the biggest impact on the restaurant.

"Let me tell you, they are expensive." The eldest son muttered and ran off to work.

"The buns at Zuixianju in Xiaoluonan Village cost ten yuan each. Why don't you say they are expensive?" Lu Bang glared at his son's back again.

After saying that, he remembered that there was someone in front of him, and he smiled awkwardly: "Your buns are not expensive."

"Expensive!" The owner admitted, and there were still buns that cost twenty yuan each.

The shrimps are delivered alive to Zuixianju, and are wrapped when the customers are done with them. They are served with two spoons of chili oil as a dipping sauce, and if you don't like spicy food, you can give them pepper.

Buy two steamed buns to eat, put a bunch of side dishes on the table, and set a meal. ＵＵReading www.uukanshu.net

The profit is still more than 80%, and the tax is paid at 10%, and the account can be checked.

The fixed tax paid by other hotels is calculated according to market conditions, and there is no invoice.

The two Zuixianju in Lijiazhuang always have new products, which are difficult to set, so they keep their own accounts for people to check.

So far, no one has checked, and Li Yi says that there is as much as he wants.

The prime ministers still trust him, otherwise he has many ways to increase costs, reduce profits, and even turn them into negative profits.

"It's expensive for a reason." Lu Bang insisted on whitewashing it.

"It makes sense." The farmer nodded with a smile: "You guys do it first, I'll go to the next place."

"Have you eaten? Bring some buns to eat on the way!" Lu Bang's wife brought the buns over.

"I ate, but I really can't eat anymore. I'll eat it at noon."

The farmer refused and took another companion to find a home quickly.

"Alas! Where is Li Dongzhu's kindness!" Lu Bang's wife put down the buns.

Turning her head, she saw her eldest grandson and smiled: "My son, study hard and become an official in the Tang Dynasty in the future. Be a good official. Don't arrest the bad ones."

"Yes! I know, mother." The child was well-behaved and sensible. He drank the last mouthful of spicy soup and carried his schoolbag to the school.

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In Ziwei City, many officials did not think that Li Dongzhu was kind and righteous.

They were in a state of not talking while eating last night. There were people protecting them, so they did not dare to talk.

As for sleeping, they naturally did not talk, not even in their dreams.

In fact, not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping means not talking while chewing and not talking after lying down.

The former is easy to choke, and the latter will make you excited, angry, etc.

Now they have not eaten, and they have been separated to ask about the situation individually.

Isolated from the outside world, they don't know the situation outside, and they are thinking about the consequences of lying.

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