A beautiful and charming girl with hundreds of billions of assets [70s]

86-90

Chapter 86 Breakfast.

With Zhenbao occasionally making "Huhu~" sounds, the three of them passed the crowds of people walking and arrived at the entrance of the Commune State-owned Hotel before eight o'clock.

The state-owned hotel was not big, with two open storefronts and several square wooden tables and benches inside.

A small table was set up at the entrance of the hotel to fry dough sticks, and the aroma was overflowing.

Many people were waiting in front of the dough stick stall, and as soon as they came out of the pot, they couldn't wait to stretch out their chopsticks to pick them up.

Compared with the bustle at the entrance, there were not many people in the hotel, which might have something to do with the current time.

Ji Huaian parked his bicycle and walked into the hotel with Zhenbao and Ruan Jiaojiao.

As soon as you enter the main entrance of the state-owned hotel, there is a small counter for ordering dishes next to it.

On the small blackboard behind the counter was written "Today's Supply", and below was the menu and the corresponding prices.

A fried dough stick cost five cents, and a bowl of soy milk also cost five cents.

Other white porridge, eight-treasure porridge, millet porridge, etc., were no more than ten cents.

The most expensive items on the menu were meat buns, meat cakes, and white sugar biscuits. Meat buns cost one cent, and two cakes cost one ten cent and one ten cent.

Because white flour and meat sugar were used, the price was naturally expensive.

Ruan Jiaojiao had never been to a state-owned hotel. She ate all three meals a day at the Peace Hotel in Shanghai, and the only time she went out for afternoon tea was at the Red House.

To her, the prices at the Peace Hotel and the Red House were already terribly low, and now looking at this state-owned hotel, it was basically free.

Ruan Jiaojiao ordered a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick, and a bowl of millet porridge.

She didn't like greasy food, especially in the morning.

But she was tempted by the rich aroma in the air.

Ji Huaian ordered the two most expensive cakes on the blackboard, and added a fried dough stick and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. He didn't order the meat bun because Ruan Jiaojiao didn't touch it last time.

When it was Zhenbao's turn, she was a little confused.

Her mother put money and food coupons in her bag, but there were no fried dough stick coupons. How could a nine-year-old child control his expression when he smelled the fried dough stick fragrance in the air?

Before Zhenbao could speak, Ruan Jiaojiao said, "Zhenbao didn't eat much in the morning, so her appetite should be better than mine. Give her a meat bun, a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks."

As she spoke, Ruan Jiaojiao touched Zhenbao, who was a little flustered and wanted to refuse, "You are still growing, you need to eat more, okay?"

Before Zhenbao wanted to speak again, Ji Huaian took out money and food coupons, plus three fried dough stick coupons and gave them to the salesperson wearing a white hat and a white apron at the counter.

The salesperson was a fat auntie. While cracking melon seeds, she shouted to the kitchen, then handed out a plate and a pair of long chopsticks, and asked them to go to the door to pick up the fried dough sticks.