I opened a breakfast shop while raising my child, and the school beauty begged me not to sell it any

As it turns out, Wang Xiaoya and Lu Xingye were quite prescient.

Sure enough, the steamed buns seemed to have grown legs; as soon as they were steamed, they were all snatched up in the blink of an eye.

The savory oatmeal porridge sold quite well, and Aunt Li rarely put down her long-handled spoon.

And they were right, they did buy relatively few shrimp wontons.

After all, this dish needs to be cooked and eaten fresh, and you need to sit down at a small table and slowly drink the soup, so fewer people order it.

However, in contrast...

The shrimp wontons at the old shop sell very well.

Since they were all elderly people, they had plenty of time and were able to eat slowly.

After a day of experiments, Chen Yuan already knew the results.

Shrimp wontons are mainly sold at the original store, while the food truck mainly sells the other two items.

For working people, breakfast needs to be quick and filling, and they don't want to get their hands dirty. Steamed buns and porridge naturally have the advantage.

After adjusting his focus, Chen Yuan gave instructions to the women who were working.

Because the new and old stores were opening at the same time, there wasn't enough manpower, so Chen Yuan asked Zhang Liping to help find a few more people.

Most of us live in the same neighborhood, and some even know each other, so our teamwork is more effective and efficient.

Thanks to them, Chen Yuan's work is much easier now.

As soon as Wang Xiaoya entered the office, everyone rushed towards her as if they had seen a celebrity.

Wang Xiaoya was carrying a styrofoam box, looking exhausted. She put it down and said...

"Line up, line up, line up for your meal."

"I'll read them one by one, following the order in which you guys wrote them in the group yesterday."

At this moment, Tang Keke walked to Wang Xiaoya's side and turned on her phone.

"Come on, I'll read it to you, and you can distribute it."

"OK."

"Xiaoxue, four steamed buns with three kinds of fillings and a cup of soy milk."

"Chestnut, here are your two steamed buns with three kinds of fillings, a bowl of oatmeal porridge, and a soy milk."

"Xiaoyu, your meal consists of a cup of coffee, a cup of soy milk, oatmeal porridge, and six steamed buns with three kinds of fillings. Even if it's a weight-loss meal, you can't eat like this."

"This is..."

The crowd chattered as they lined up, collected their belongings, and hurried to their workstations to begin their perfect day.

Lately, everyone has been eating Chen Yuan's breakfast almost every day. It's always the same old eight-immortal buns, lotus leaf porridge, and those big, juicy steamed buns.

They alternate between fried dough sticks, fried cakes, and wontons.

I eat a different meal every day.

The mouth certainly had its fill, but the scale is very fair, and the numbers on it quietly climbed up.

Not only did Wang Xiaoya's face become rounder, but the others in the group didn't fare much better either, gaining anywhere from three to five pounds to seven or eight pounds.

So as soon as Chen Yuan's weight-loss breakfast was put up for sale, everyone rushed to buy it.

Yu Xiaoyu loves Chen Yuan's breakfast the most. As soon as she returned to her seat, she quickly opened the bag and picked up a three-ingredient bun.

Instead of biting it immediately, it sniffed it like a small animal first, and then carefully bit off a corner.

The clear broth dripped down her chin, and she quickly took a big sip, chewed twice, and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" with surprise in her voice.

"This is amazing! The meat inside is so tender, and there are also bamboo shoot pieces. I especially love the taste of the bamboo shoots; they're so tender and crisp, and all the juice is in my mouth. It's so fresh, and not oily at all."

My colleague next to me was also enjoying the delicious three-ingredient bun. Hearing this, he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, and it felt really good in my stomach when I swallowed it. I can finally stop eating boiled chicken breast. I can never cook that stuff properly. It's like chewing rubber. I just can't eat it."

A colleague surnamed Tang was the first to try the savory oatmeal porridge.

After inserting the straw, I took a big gulp.

Because it had been cooked for a while and had been transported over a long distance, it wasn't very hot anymore. It was just the right temperature to drink now.

Once the warm porridge was in her stomach, she let out a long, comfortable sigh.

"This porridge is so delicious, it's just the right flavor. The oatmeal isn't so bad after all. Plus, it has meat and eggs, it's savory and not greasy at all. There's even shredded meat in it, and I didn't expect there to be so much meat."

"You don't know there's a breakfast shop downstairs from my house. Last time I bought some century egg and lean pork congee from them, and goodness, there was neither century egg nor lean pork in the bowl of congee."

Yu Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Hey, is it that exaggerated? There's no preserved egg or lean meat, so let's just call it porridge, plain rice porridge."

"Let me tell you, if you look carefully, there really are some preserved eggs and lean meat in that big bowl of porridge, but they're smaller than a fingernail. You'd have to use a magnifying glass to find them."

Everyone burst into laughter and immediately shifted the topic to being ripped off by other stores.

"You know what, when you mention this congee with preserved egg and lean meat that has no preserved egg or lean meat, it reminds me of the meat buns I used to buy from a street vendor downstairs from my apartment."

"Let me tell you, those meat buns were all fat, they tasted awful."

"You know what, I've been ripped off before. I saw that the porridge they were selling was really thick and looked really delicious, but when I tasted it, it was completely wrong. Later, I went online and found out that many shops sell porridge made with starch water. No wonder it was so thick. I was so angry."

"The funny thing is what happened when I bought a jianbing guozi last time. I asked him to make a jianbing guozi, and while I was eating it, I went to buy a bottle of coffee from the side. It was only when I ate it that I noticed there was a hair in the jianbing guozi."

"This is terrible! I used to be a big coffee drinker, always buying it from outside, but I never expected the coffee shop I frequented to raise its prices so drastically. Now I can't afford it anymore."

After helping out, Tang Keke finally sat down and enjoyed her breakfast.

Hearing these people talking, he ate a steamed bun and drank soy milk.

"You bet! I always thought Boss Chen's place was the most reliable. We've bought from them so many times and never found any hair or anything like that."

"Yes, that makes a lot of sense. From now on, let Xiaoya buy breakfast for me."

"This three-ingredient bun is so delicious, it's exactly to my taste."

The office was filled with the sounds of chewing, slurping porridge, and discussion.

Wang Xiaoya was very happy to see this.

After all, I did contribute a little to this matter, and now everyone wants to prove that I was right.

As she ate her steamed buns and drank her porridge, she was filled with hope that such a good thing would happen again next time, and that Chen Yuan had even asked her to try out the dishes.

Just as I was thinking about this, Chen Yuan sent me a message.

Wang Xiaoya was so excited that she opened the chat box without saying a word.

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