As soon as Su Zhu entered the noodle shop, she saw Chen Shufen and two other neighbors who had been helping, coming out of the kitchen after washing their hands. Besides a few tables with customers still eating noodles, the rest of the restaurant was cleaned up spotless.
"Su Zhu, we're done tidying up. We'll head home first. If it gets busy tonight, we'll come back to help!" one said.
"That won't do," Su Zhu quickly stopped them. "Chen Shufen, Sister Wang, Sister Li, you can't leave now. You've been busy all day without even a sip of water. Take a break; I'll make you something to eat."
"No thanks, we just ate lunch," they replied.
"Chenchen's sleepy. You should go soothe her to sleep."
"Yes, Su Zhu, you really need to set fixed hours. Making money is important, but your child's health is more important!"
"We're leaving now. Go on!" they said as they walked around Su Zhu toward the door.
Su Zhu thanked them repeatedly and saw them out, then turned back to check on Chenchen at the counter.
The few customers who were still eating had likely overheard the conversation. They exchanged glances, hurriedly finished their food, drank the broth, and got up to pay.
"Boss, your noodles are so delicious! We'll come again tomorrow!"
"Thank you, thank you!" Su Zhu pressed her hands together in gratitude to the customers.
After they left, Su Zhu pulled down the shutter and went behind the counter, gently picking up Chenchen, who had already fallen asleep curled up on a chair, and headed to the back yard.
Chen Shufen was right—she really needed to set fixed business hours. She absolutely couldn't let making money interfere with Chenchen's sleep.
After putting Chenchen to bed and tucking her in with a blanket, Su Zhu finally took out her phone to check the day's revenue—and was shocked to see 2,210 yuan!
Su Zhu recalled that all bowls sold today were large size, so 2,210 divided by 13 equals... 170!
She had sold 170 bowls of noodles in one morning?
Staring at the daily income on WeChat, Su Zhu felt as if she was dreaming.
Before this, her best business day had only ever sold 180 bowls.
With revenue of 2,210 yuan, the net profit was about 1,200 yuan.
By that calculation, if she operated normally all day, the net profit could reach at least 3,000 yuan.
And this was all while working alone—if she hired a few employees, doubling the revenue wouldn't be a problem.
In just one month, she could open her first branch in the city.
Although Zhonghai City, as the provincial capital, did not have a high per capita income, the spending power was still strong.
The noodle shops downtown like Baimianwang and Ganzhou Hand-Pulled Noodles, all priced their bowls no less than 23 yuan—and their portions were even smaller.
If she opened branches, Su Zhu planned to price large bowls at 20 yuan and small bowls at 16 yuan.
By then, monthly profit could reach at least 300,000 yuan!
Just from one Hand-Pulled Noodles shop, the return was so generous. If she also made other noodle dishes—Signature Knife-Cut Noodles, Signature Oil-Splashed Noodles, Signature Beef Noodles, and Signature Steamed Buns...
Su Zhu could almost see piles of cash rolling in like a tidal wave!
The triple-constitution boost was really useful. Su Zhu had only rested about twenty minutes, but the soreness and numbness in her arms from all the kneading and cooking had mostly disappeared.
While Chenchen slept soundly, Su Zhu returned to the kitchen to prepare ingredients: kneading dough, simmering broth, chopping green onions and garlic...
She worked nonstop until three in the morning, finally preparing enough ingredients for another 150 bowls.
After finishing in the kitchen, Su Zhu found time to put up the wallpaper she bought yesterday on the bedroom walls—chosen by Chenchen.
Half an hour later, the room looked completely transformed.
After hanging the wallpaper, Su Zhu assembled the small desk and bookshelf she ordered online for Chenchen. Chenchen loved reading and had already learned more than 700 characters at just over three years old.
At four o'clock, Chenchen woke up and saw the Peppa Pig wallpaper on the wall. She excitedly jumped up on the bed.
"Wow, it's so pretty!"
"Mommy, Chenchen loves you so much!"
"My mom is the best mom in the world!"
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
Chenchen hugged Su Zhu's neck and drooled all over her face.
"All right, all right, hurry and get dressed. We're going to the hospital!"
"Okay, okay, we're going to see Uncle Yuxuan! So happy!"
After helping Chenchen dress and braid her hair, the two took a taxi straight to the First City Hospital.
Su Zhu decided that once she earned enough money, she would buy a car—it would make getting around so much easier.
The Hematology Department was on the eighth floor of the inpatient building.
"Uncle Ouyang Yunjian!"
Just as Su Zhu and Chenchen stepped out of the elevator, Chenchen spotted Ouyang Yunjian coming down the hallway from the other end. She waved her little hand excitedly, then broke free from Su Zhu's arms and ran toward him.
In the long, white corridor, Ouyang Yunjian quickened his pace toward Su Zhu and Chenchen.
Standing about 1.78 meters tall, with sun-kissed skin glowing with health, his deep eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. Under a high nose bridge, his defined lips curved slightly upward in a kind smile. The white coat he wore didn't hide his tall, straight posture; it added a sense of professionalism and sharpness...
No exaggeration—Ouyang Yunjian's looks and aura fulfilled most women's fantasy of an ideal partner.
He bent down and scooped up the rushing Chenchen, planting a big kiss on her delicate cheek.
"Haha, Chenchen, I missed Uncle Ouyang Yunjian so much!" he said happily.
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