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Chapter 53 New Life

There is a soft "pop" sound, and the mellow smell of rice wafts out from the rice cooker. Add a little glutinous rice and some clean bamboo slices to make the rice soft, glutinous and fragrant.

His fingers were curled up like a cat's claws, and he cut the ham sausage and instant sausage into two to four centimeter diagonal slices. The soft sound when the kitchen knife touched the wooden chopping board made people feel calmer.

Turn on the gas stove, pour in a little cooking oil, heat over medium heat, and while the oil is hot, take out the rice stuffed in the rice cooker and set it aside.

I took out the eggs that had been placed on the operating table for a long time. There was a "pop" sound. The side of the egg that hit the operating table was full of cracks. I peeled it along the cracks. I put the eggs into the oil pan. The "squeaking" sound made people laugh.

I felt the passion of the chef.

The spatula collided with the iron pot, and the fried poached eggs were torn into countless golden and shiny pieces. Then the chopped sausages and hams were added, and they were fried until they were slightly mushy and fragrant. At this time, the rice was added and mixed in.

Stir-fry together and season with a little salt and chopped green onion.

It is put into three orange-red bowls. The white rice grains are wrapped in golden eggs. The brown sausages and ham sausages protruding like bamboo shoots are garnished around the rice grains. A little chili sauce is sprinkled on top, making it look like erupting volcanic lava.

The emerald green scallions are as translucent as emeralds. Finally, it is paired with two slices of green vegetables and dried tofu that have been prepared in advance to remove the greasy feeling.

It’s ready, this egg, ham, sausage and fried rice contains the tenderness, enthusiasm and passion of the chef.

“Fried rice is ready”

Putting three bowls on the small passing window between the kitchen and the lobby, Ponzi, wearing a white chef uniform, shouted loudly.

"Coming"

Nicholas, who was wearing a pink and white maid outfit, a katyusha on her head, and an apron in front of her, came in response. She left with three bowls of fried rice on a tray, and she didn't forget to shout to Ponzi loudly when she left.

"Add five more bowls of fried rice, one bowl without green onions, one bowl with sliced ​​lunch meat, one bowl with more chili, the rest is normal."

"receive!"

A restaurant with one dish, a legend of a bowl of fried rice.

After leaving the island and setting sail again, Ponzi discovered a very serious problem. He was wanted by the whole world. Not only him, but also his six ship girls, without exception, were jointly wanted by the world's navies.

People give you nicknames, Seven Swords Go Down the Tianshan Mountains.

Originally, this kind of thing would not have any impact on Ponzi, but at the moment when the team was greatly reduced, only one black man was added who was completely useless, and Ponzi's robbery income went from bad to worse.

Nicholas, who had to act as an attacker, protect Ponzi, and collect gold and silver treasures, was unable to juggle multiple roles. On one occasion, Ponzi was almost kidnapped.

In response, Ponzi exchanged the few gold and silver treasures he robbed for cash and opened a fried rice restaurant.

Opening a fried rice restaurant is a very long-term plan. Open one store first, then gradually open branches based on the main store, and use the franchise form to create a fission reaction in the number of stores. Finally, we can achieve the ultimate goal of having strategic bases all over the world without leaving home.

For details, please refer to the history of Colonel Harland Sanders' fortune.

Throughout the day, customers kept queuing up in front of this small shop, which consisted of only two and a half bosses and two workers, covering an area of ​​less than 30 square meters. They queued up from before it opened at 10am, and continued queuing up after it closed at 10pm.

Row.

There are even unwilling customers who want to add money to buy a piece of fried rice to take away, just to buy it for their grandfather who is seriously ill in the hospital bed, and his sister-in-law's second cousin's younger sister-in-law's classmate who is in the bed next door, before he dies.

Take a bite of the fried rice.

"No more, no more, all the ingredients are used up, there's nothing left."

Ponzi's heart was bleeding when he said these words. Of course, it was not because he rejected that bullshit guy, but because the ingredients were really gone. The team of dozens of people in front of him dispersed. He could have earned several hundred more yuan.

What about turnover?

After closing the shop door, taking off her apron and walking up to the second floor, Ponzi saw a woman with her butt stuck out high and making "Ah woo, ah woo" sounds from her mouth. She buried her head in the quilt and enjoyed the pleasure of being lazy alone in the dark.

feel.

The second floor of the store is the living area of ​​Ponzi and Nicholas, which is similar to the area downstairs. Because there is a bathroom and a balcony, the actual usable area is not large. In addition, the hanging curtain that divides the room into two, the two of them

The usable area of ​​each is only about ten square meters.

"Monthly rent is 8,000, water and electricity are 1,500, minus materials... This month's income is a bit low."

In the second month after opening the store, the total profit recorded in Ponzi's account was 23,000 yuan. If Ponzi and Nicholas were just an ordinary newlywed couple, then this income would be enough for them to buy a house and settle down. However...

"A bag of oil... holy shit! The price has increased again. A bag of low-quality oil has gone up to 12,000 yuan."

To ordinary people, a million-dollar Lamborghini is a luxury car, a super luxury that only rich people can afford. But for Ponzi, that kind of thing is really not as luxurious as imagined.

The daily maintenance of the ship's suit requires oil. The low-quality oil produced by unknown small workshops in the black market costs 12,000 per bag. It takes about ten bags to achieve the effect of one bag of Yue Heavy Industry oil.

For normal maintenance, the ship girl needs two bags of monthly heavy industry oil every month, which is twenty bags of low-quality oil. If a battle occurs, fifteen to twenty bags of low-quality oil must be prepared for one supply, no more, no less.

This is just the basic maintenance of ammunition and ship equipment. If the ship's wife is injured and the ship equipment is destroyed, at least ten or twenty bags of inferior oil will start.

After all these calculations, the normal oil consumption of the ship's wife has not been added. You have to add fuel every day when the engine is running, right?

One after another, Ponzi, who is now the head of the family, finally knows how expensive vegetables, rice, oil and salt are. The cost of raising Nicholas is about 300,000 yuan a month. All the remaining expenses are only increased on this basic number.

Not reduced.

Ponzi, who appeared to be doing well on the surface, was actually falling into the abyss of chronic death.

what to do?

Ponzi crisis!

"Come on, drink!"

Wine glasses clinked together, and Ponzi, who was wearing sultry pink briefs, laughed with tears. For the sake of his family, Ponzi had to perform a play called "The Ponzi Family's Family Matters."

"Brother, don't be so nervous, come and give me a hug."

Being held in the arms of a 90-point beauty, if her breasts were not so uncomfortable, Ponzi concluded that she could become a perfect beauty.

Ponzi, who was being held in the arms of a beautiful woman, drank wine and touched his breasts, was thinking about a question. As a cowherd, he was paid to eat tofu by a beautiful customer. In the final analysis, who lost and who gained? It was obvious that Ponzi was being eaten, so why did Ponzi feel like he was possessive?

How about a cheap sneak peek?

After seeing off today's guests, Ponzi received the salary of being a cowherd tonight from the owner of the club. In just two hours, from midnight to two in the morning, his table of guests spent nearly one million lavishly.

, he received a commission of one hundred thousand.

"Obviously I'm making a lot of money, supporting my family, building a career, and taking advantage of beautiful women. Why, why does my heart hurt so much..."
Chapter completed!
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