Cannon Fodder Becomes a God of Cooking

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In such a busy situation, Qin Xin can still keep the bills. Tang Xilan really admires them. The key point is that there is nothing wrong with this bill.

Tang Xilan looked very fast, and ate a bowl of noodles casually around at noon. When eating the noodles, he was afraid that the soup would splash into the bill, so Tang Xilan picked up the contract and looked at it.

It turned out that Tang Xilan's chopsticks fell into the bowl. In addition to the basic content above, Qin Xin's salary was 5,000 a month, and there was still performance at the end of the year.

Tang Xilan held the contract, her eyes gradually moistened, and even graduates from key universities could not get this salary.

Tang Xilan wiped her eyes with paper, finished the noodles in two or three bites, threw them into the trash can, and continued to read the bills.

Qin Xin just finished lunch here. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. After she had a fixed place, she cooked more than before. Every day, even if there were more ingredients, she would be used up.

But to tell the truth, except this morning, Qin Xin hadn't felt that kind of happiness for a long time.

Qin Xin sat in a daze and started to be in a daze. She is doing this now, is she right? Her original intention, did she really do it?

There is not much time left for Qin Xin to think, it is late, and the ingredients for dinner have to be prepared, otherwise the soup will not be ready when the guests come.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Tang Manying and Mei left Lian.

Qin Xin did not go to the second floor, but entered the space.

After entering, I found that the 56 portions of braised pork in the backpack were all sold out, and the points became 5732.

This is good news. Qin Xin saw that the time was still early, so she ran out of the space and cooked two large pots of braised pork, divided into 18 portions, and sold them in the space. Only then did she return to the second floor to take a bath and sleep. .

For a while, Qin Xin did not go to Weibo. If she did, she would find that her fans were making an appointment to come to T market together on the Dragon Boat Festival.

It's no wonder that Qin Xin hasn't been there. During this period of time, Qin Xin has been in a busy state. He gets up at 6 a.m. and then goes downstairs to prepare breakfast. After the sale, he takes a rest, and then starts to prepare lunch again. dinner.

If it's early in the evening, Qin Xin will cook some braised pork and put it in the space. Occasionally, Qin Xin would enter the space to see how many braised pork portions were left, but every time Qin Xin looked at it, Qin Xin would find that the braised pork last time was sold out.

Now the points of the system have been accumulated a lot, but Qin Xin has not had time to use it.

In a blink of an eye, the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the shop was full of customers. After seeing Qin Xin, many people greeted him enthusiastically, "Xin Xin, we meet again."

Qin Xin realized that this is a little familiar, as if he is a fan of his own. He had been to T City on May 1st.

Qin Xin responded with a smile, "It's really been a long time since I saw you."

The fans were a little surprised, "Do you remember me?"

Qin Xin said, "Well, you were here on May Day."

The fans happily said, "This time there will be many fans coming, but we are the first batch to arrive."

Qin Xin nodded, "Thank you for your reminder."