The first food stall in the wasteland

Mr. Sun and Mr. Chen were arrested. After several suppliers in the vegetable market learned about it, they immediately sent a message to Shen Lu, saying that they could ship normally.

Shen Lu didn't have any objections to the small actions of these suppliers.

This is a world where the jungle prevails. The capital is not as big as others, but it is easy to be coerced by others. There is nothing to complain about.

It's just that Shen Lu's demand increased by 20%.

Boss He, the vegetable seller, couldn't help but be speechless: Boss Shen, can your store use up so many vegetables?

Shen Lu: I want to prepare more goods, just in case someone wants to block my supply, so I should be prepared.

This is true.

Boss He: But the weather is bad now, and the goods supplied from above are less than before. With so much goods, it is difficult for me to get them out.

Shen Lu: Well, let’s stick to the last quantity.

Shen Lu clicked his tongue twice regretfully and did not force it.

Boss He also breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he really couldn't take it out, but he gave it all to Shen Lu, and other people's shares were smaller.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket. He is not Shen Lu's exclusive supplier. There are other customers, so they must be taken care of.

The day after Shen Lu returned to the store, Xiaolu Food was open as usual.

When getting up, Shen Lu looked out the window at the falling snowflakes, felt the warmth in the bed, and was filled with happiness.

Suddenly thinking of the scene of living in a small tin house in those days, Shen Lu couldn't help but feel a sense of joy after suffering.

When she was happy, she made a delicious pork pie for the employees for breakfast.

"Xiao Shen, you are spending too much money." Grandma Jin was used to living a hard life and had eaten insect cakes for decades. Now that she could suddenly eat normal meals, she was very grateful.

But Shen Lu was not satisfied with this. From time to time, he would come up with some new food that looked very expensive at first glance. She was really flattered.

"It's a waste of money? How can this be called a waste of money? If you are happy eating and I am happy doing it, it is worth it."

After breakfast, the ordered dishes were delivered, and Wang and others went to carry the dishes down.

Zhao Qian's driver suddenly came into the store and told Shen Lu that his young master wanted to eat the food she cooked.

Shen Lu was stunned for a moment, "Zhao Qian?"

The driver nodded, otherwise, he is from Zhao Qian, so of course his young master is Zhao Qian.

Shen Lu subconsciously glanced at his head, "Doesn't he have my contact information?"

Why does the driver have to come over and tell something that can be solved by sending a message?

It feels weird.

The driver pursed his lips. Zhao Qian had a cold and awkward personality and had always been obsessed with farming. If he hadn't accidentally seen the video of Shen Lu's game two days ago, he wouldn't have had this idea.

Zhao Qian had never taken Shen Lu seriously. How delicious could a little girl who opened a shop in Xiacheng District make food?
The Zhao family has well-paid chefs, at least senior chefs who have won the title of Chef King once.

Even the food they cooked didn't interest him very much.

But the egg fried rice fried by Shen Lu that day attracted him.

The golden egg fried rice dotted with chopped green onions looked particularly delicious in the upgraded camera. Zhao Qian suddenly had some curiosity in his mind, what does this egg fried rice taste like?
But he couldn't lose face, so he sent the message to Shen Lu in person and asked the driver to convey it to him.

Theoretically, Xiaolu Food now only does fast food takeout, and will only open the mini program when the weather is bad and dine-in is not possible.

However, because Zhao Qian had been delivering goods to her in accordance with the contract for so many days, Shen Lu was very grateful and agreed and asked Zhao Qian what he wanted to eat. "Egg fried rice," the driver said.

Shen Lu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, wondering if this person had watched the King of Kitchen Competition?

I can't believe he would still read this.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Shen Lu asked the driver to wait while she went to the kitchen to fry an egg fried rice that was exactly the same as during the competition.

When handing the egg fried rice to the driver, Shen Lu said: "The lunch boxes I have here are all ordinary lunch boxes. By the time you deliver them, the fried rice will probably be cold and can be heated, but the taste and texture will be a little different. It's best to come here." I eat it in the store and it tastes the best.”

The driver nodded, picked up the egg fried rice, got in the car and left.

The day passed quickly. Shen Lu successfully completed the daily task, and one-third of this week's tasks were completed.

I don’t know if it’s because of my participation in the King of Kitchen Competition, but business was particularly good today. The daily tasks were completed in less than two hours. The closing sign was put up early, but there were still many people who insisted on queuing up.

There were many new faces among the guests who came to dine. Judging by their conversation and dress, they were from the uptown area.

They came over and asked for the egg fried rice made by Shen Lu.

Shen Lu was naturally not used to them, so he came out in person and declined.

"Sorry, we don't have this dish at the moment."

"What do you mean? If you don't even dare to make egg fried rice, you can't really be a waste of the program team, right?" The person who came here was very rude and almost pointed at Shen Lu's nose and cursed.

But before Shen Lu could get angry, the mercenaries who had just entered the store came over and pushed him away.

"Who allowed you to speak to Boss Shen like this? Do you want to die?!"

"Who are you?! Dare to touch me?! I'm a reporter from the Imperial City News!" The man was not frightened at all, but his voice became louder, "Is your store illegal? Is there anyone who threatens me? Put it on the news!"

The mercenary originally wanted to show his favor in front of Shen Lu, but unexpectedly he got into trouble instead, and his momentum suddenly weakened.

The reporter snorted coldly and looked at Shen Lu with disdain: "You don't follow the right path at a young age. Don't take the porcelain job without diamonds. There will be another competition in two days. There will be audience participation in each competition. Your cooking skills are poor. I can’t hide the matter anymore.”

Shen Lu smiled: "My cooking skills are poor? I don't know why you have such a wrong perception."

"Wrong? I have investigated your background. You made a mistake for the past seventeen years. You lived with the Shen family in Shangcheng District and were not good at cooking. Your former classmates and cooking teachers can prove this. After changing your identity, You start by setting up a stall, then gradually open a store, and win by being cheap and large.”

"Oh, by the way, later on you found some ways to get some ingredients that are not available in the imperial capital, and attracted many people with super powers to come to the store to spend money."

"I admit that you do have some talent for business, but this cannot be the reason for you to fool everyone."

What the reporter said was very righteous, as if there were roundworms in Shen Lu's stomach. He had witnessed everything she did.

Ridiculously confident.

Shen Luyuan called it the habitual contempt of the upper-class citizens in the upper city for the lower-class citizens in the lower city.

"I understand." Shen Lu nodded, "In that case, please leave. I won't cook for someone who doesn't approve of me."

"Do you think I really want to eat your cooking? I just wanted to further confirm how bad your cooking skills are." The reporter snorted disdainfully, "Now it seems that your cooking skills are even worse than I thought, Shen Deer, I will never let someone like you continue to participate in the competition!”

My mother was hospitalized a few days ago. I didn’t update since I came back too late yesterday. Today I experienced a lot as a housewife and was really busy.

Too busy.

Stop talking, I'm going to cook