I've been possessed by a culinary genius, and I've turned Shaxian snacks into a rip-off!

Seeing the two girls' eyes light up, Li Zhibai knew they wanted to cling to him.

Meals are included, which is much more expensive than 350 a day.

Well, let them eat. Consider it taking care of my sister. Besides, these two girls really work hard.

"I can provide room and board, but I have three conditions."

Ke Yi: "Cousin, you say it! Don't just say three chapters, thirty chapters are fine too!"

"First, you eat what I eat. No picky eating, no ordering."

"Secondly, you must work diligently during working hours."

"Third, and most importantly, when you encounter customers who look very wealthy, strongly recommend the luxury version to them."

Ke Yi and Ding Ling nodded repeatedly.

"We're not picky eaters, cousin. We'll eat whatever you cook."

"Yes, we're not picky."

"We will work hard too."

"..."

Li Zhibai: "Okay, it's settled then. Starting tomorrow, meals and accommodation will be provided, but there will be no salary. You'll work until your holiday ends."

"yeah!"

The two girls were so happy they almost jumped for joy. If outsiders saw this, they would probably think that the two children had lost their minds, working for someone without being paid, and still being so happy.

Li Zhibai: "Alright, hurry up and pack your luggage. I'll take you to your accommodation."

While the two girls were packing their luggage, he took a stroll around the shop and checked the water, electricity, and gas. After all, it was his own shop, so he had to pay attention to it.

Just as he finished his inspection and was about to turn off the lights and leave the store, he suddenly heard the sound of a cart being pushed on the street outside.

He recognized the sound; he often heard it when Sister Zhao Xiaomei started setting up her stall at night.

"Oh, could it be that Sister Zhao is back?"

Li Zhibai pushed open the door and went out, looking in the direction of the sound.

It turned out that the person pushing the food cart outside was not Zhao Xiaomei, but a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The boy was pushing a fried rice cart from one side of the intersection towards the other. A few hundred meters behind him was a patrolling urban management vehicle.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhibai immediately understood that the kid wanted to set up a stall in this area, but it seemed that he had been discovered by the urban management officers.

As one of the most central commercial districts in Jiangcheng, Financial Street has always had very strict security and environmental control. If any street vendors dare to set up a stall here before midnight, the urban management officers will appear within two minutes.

Li Zhibai checked the time; it was only a little before ten o'clock. This kid dared to push his bike over here so early; wasn't he just asking for trouble?

As the city management vehicle drew closer, the boy was sweating profusely, but he still gritted his teeth and pushed the cart with all his might. The vendors here did not use electric tricycles because electric tricycles are not allowed on the road. If caught, they would not only be fined but also have their vehicles confiscated. Therefore, the vendors all chose to set up their stalls using pedal tricycles.

Seeing the boy sweating profusely from pushing the cart, Li Zhibai immediately opened the gate wide and called out to him.

"Hey! Bring it in! Quickly!"

The boy heard the shout, looked up in the direction of the sound, and found Li Zhibai waving at him from the doorway.

He was stunned. He didn't expect that in a place like Financial Street where every inch of land is precious, a shop owner would take the initiative to let him hide in his shop. Under normal circumstances, let alone letting you push your food cart into the shop, if you dare to stay in front of someone's door for even a few minutes longer, they would directly call the urban management officers to drive you away.

But the boy didn't have time to think, he gritted his teeth and pushed the bike over.

Just as I reached the door and was about to enter, I got stuck on the threshold.

"Lift the threshold!" Li Zhibai helped him lift the front wheel, and the two of them worked together to get the food cart into the shop.

As soon as the car was pushed inside, Li Zhibai immediately closed the door, pretending to be locking up the door as if the store had just closed for business.

Just moments later, the urban management vehicle appeared at the entrance, and two urban management officers jumped out of the vehicle.

"Where did they go? They ran pretty fast."

"He looked like a young man pushing a fried rice cart, how did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"Could they be hiding somewhere? Let's split up and search."

Another city management officer approached Li Zhibai and politely asked, "Boss, have you seen a young man pushing a food cart?"

Li Zhibai shook his head: "The cart? When did that happen? I was cleaning in the store just now, I didn't pay much attention."

"Just now, it was running in your direction."

Li Zhibai pretended to look around a few times: "I didn't see anything! I only heard the noise and thought it was a rider passing by."

"Brother City Management Officer, are street vendors really this bold these days? They dare to come to this place, amazing!"

"That's right. The authorities have already issued a notice that setting up stalls in this area is strictly prohibited, but some people still sneak over to set up stalls."

"Alright, boss, you go ahead with your work. Let's go take another look at the front."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Li Zhibai watched the city management vehicle drive away before reopening the door and looking at the tense, wary stranger in the shop.

The talent for "adapting dishes to the menu" is activated.

Customer: Unemployed

[Personal Finances: White]

Food preferences: Not picky.

Wow! This information is so clean and concise! Definitely someone with no job, no connections, and no status.

"Alright, the urban management officers are gone," Li Zhibai said.

The boy didn't speak, he just nodded.

Judging from his reaction, he seems to be the introverted, quiet type.

Li Zhibai pointed outside the door: "If you go out now, walk 300 meters south. There's an alley over there where you can hide. Come out and set up your stall after midnight. Nobody will bother you then."

Upon hearing this, the boy finally spoke, whispering, "Thank you!"

He then pushed the bike out, and just as he was about to ride away, Li Zhibai called him back.

"etc!"

The boy stopped and looked back at him, his eyes still showing a hint of wariness.

Li Zhibai took two bottles of water from the counter, walked over and handed them to him: "Here you go."

The boy looked at the water, then at Li Zhibai, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to take it.

"Thanks!"

Then he pushed his cart into the dazzling night scene of Financial Street and quickly turned into the alley that Li Zhibai had pointed out to him.

Li Zhibai stood at the door, looking in the direction the boy had disappeared. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the boy looked somewhat familiar.

But he was absolutely certain that he didn't know the other person.

Koy came out of the store carrying her luggage and asked curiously, "Cousin, who was that little brother who was setting up the stall earlier? Do you know him?"

Li Zhibai shook his head: "I don't know him."

"Come on, I'll take you to your accommodation."