Thinking of this, Li Luo was also helpless. He walked to Lin Xiufeng's stall and said with a smile: "Boss, give me four fried rice."

"Okay! Wait!" Lin Xiufeng was very busy at this time and didn't even look up to see who it was, but the sound sounded a little familiar, so he looked up later, "Hmm? Li Luo?! Why are you here?"

"You still ask me?" Li Luo rolled his eyes, "I still want to ask you, why are you selling fried rice here?"

"Isn't this making money?" Lin Xiufeng laughed a little embarrassedly, "I didn't think so before, but after seeing the speed of making money for you two, I took some thought and went back to calculate."

"My delivery work is taken care of by relatives. It is basically the day shift and I get off work at five or six o'clock in the evening."

"I am a lonely man, and I have nothing to do when I go home. I just watch TV and watch my phone."

"I came here to sell fried rice. I started working hard at around 8 o'clock in the evening and closed the stall at 11 o'clock, which was only two or three hours in total."

"The net income this night will be 500 or 600. You must not rush to do such good things? My monthly salary is only 4000 or 5000."

Li Luo was a little shocked when he heard Lin Xiufeng say this.

Then I thought about it, that's the case.

The main thing is that the students who live in the dormitory have too stable passenger flow.

Every day, dozens of students come to buy rice, and only Lin Xiufeng, the only one selling fried rice is sold. Isn’t this just a money-making business?

It’s just a two or three hours high-intensity fried rice, which is still quite tiring.

Li Luo made this kind of fried rice stall in his previous life. It’s okay to have few people. He made one every once in a while. He was not very tired, but he made less money.

Once the traffic volume increases, one after another without stopping, it is quite harsh.

In other words, Lin Xiufeng is not afraid of hardship and has the stimulation of making money, so he can persevere.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun collected another batch of students' orders and rushed over trotting.

As a result, he saw Li Luo at first sight and shouted in fear: "Li Luo?!"

"Don't be like a god." Li Luo rolled his eyes and then came to Lin Xiufeng, "Uncle, I'll do it. You can rest for a while, and I'll pick up a few servings of fried rice back."

Lin Xiufeng was stunned for a moment and wanted to refuse, but he was really tired now, so he still gave up.

He had tasted a fried rice brought by Li Luo and Zhao Rongjun before, and the taste was really good, so he was not worried about Li Luo's level.

But when Li Luo replaced his position and stood at the fried rice stall, Lin Xiufeng suddenly realized that Li Luo's overall temperament was a little different.

What do you mean? Lin Xiufeng was a little stunned when he saw Li Luo picking up the spoon gently with a spoon and hooking all the seasonings into the pot.

You kid... are you a little too skilled in this movement?

At his speed, Lin Xiufeng gave a meal, while Li Luo could give almost one and a half.

More than a little more efficient.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun stood aside with a little embarrassment. After Li Luo finished the seven or eight portions of fried rice on the order, he handed it to Zhao Rongjun. After he finished the four portions he wanted, Li Luo brought the lunch box to the iron gate.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun had already handed over and collected another 80 yuan, and then five or six classmates placed orders.

So Zhao Rongjun quickly handed it to Lin Xiufeng at the stall over there, and finally returned to Li Luo's side.

"Is it fun?" Li Luo glanced at Zhao Rongjun and asked with a smile.

"Uh...hehe." Zhao Rongjun scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "It's either you have to hide it from you, it's just that...what..."

"Okay, okay." Li Luo rolled his eyes, "Anyway, the final exam has been completed, and the holiday is about to come. It depends on whether your final exam results have dropped."

"That's definitely not." Zhao Rongjun patted his chest and promised, "I'm very serious in reviewing, absolutely no problem."

Li Luo smiled, not worried about this, and then asked, "So how much have you made in the past few days?"

"Hehe." When talking about this, Zhao Rongjun couldn't help laughing, "Your uncle gives me 100 every day, so I will help him record the order and collect the money. Occasionally, when he is tired, he will help him take care of the spoon for a while. It's quite relaxing."

Li Luo was speechless when he saw his excitement.

But in another week, he was too lazy to care about it, just said, "You still have to pay attention to safety. Tell my uncle if you have anything to do."

"I know."

After talking to Zhao Rongjun, Li Luo turned his head and looked into the iron gate, waved to Yan Zhusheng who had been waiting for a long time in the distance.

At this time, Zhao Rongjun noticed Yan Zhusheng's figure and couldn't help but turn dark. He finally knew why the selling of fried rice was exposed.

"Here, the fried rice you want." Li Luo handed a box of fried rice to Yan Zhusheng's hand, "Be careful, I'll cook it myself."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng took the fried rice and nodded happily, "It smells so good."

"Give you a few more pairs of chopsticks and a few empty boxes." Li Luo said, "Don't eat too much tonight, and give your roommate a little."

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently, "I know."

In order to prevent her from being excluded in the dormitory, Li Luo also took great pains.

Although Yan Zhusheng is a little stupid occasionally, he is not stupid.

"Li Luo."

"Um?"

"It's so kind of you."

“…Go back early and rest.”

"oh."

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Chapter completed!