Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 255 - The Necessity of Diversified Operations

Looking at the final sales results, Wang Fan secretly said that it was a close call.

Everything else is fine, but the key issue is that this cafeteria closes on time at 8: in the morning!

If he hadn't seen that the guys behind the canteen all had incredibly fast hands as the canteen was about to close, he might have failed on the first day.

How to sell more things in a short period of time has become a problem that Wang Fan must face, especially in the morning!

However, this question did not stump him. There was only one answer, which was - diversification.

Come out, soymilk maker, come out, enema!
To make soy milk, just soak the beans and put them into the soy milk maker, then just seal the lid.

Grilling sausages is even easier. When making the meat filling, just stir more meat, adjust the proportion and fill it with a sausage stuffer. Cook it in advance and let it cool down. Put it on the sausage grill and let it spin in circles.

The canteen is open for one and a half hours for breakfast, two and a half hours for lunch, and three and a half hours for dinner. As long as he solves the morning problem, he can even relax a little in the afternoon and evening.

Although Wang Fan was not familiar with soy milk, his second uncle was. This was his second uncle's signature dish back then, so he could just ask him directly.

I took out my phone and called my second uncle: "Second uncle, what kind of soybeans did you use to make soy milk before? What was the ratio?"

The uncle naturally didn't hold back when asked by Wang Fan, and directly told him his recipe: "The soybeans must be grown in the black soil of Suihua, Heilongjiang. They are large and plump, with a strong bean aroma. You need to add 5 parts of soybeans to 1 part of Northeast rice, and then soak them in water for seven or eight hours. After that, you can make 2 pounds of soy milk with 7 pound of soybeans and ounces of rice."

"Oh, by the way, don't use a blender to grind soy milk. It will break up the dregs and affect the taste. It's best to use a small stone mill, or a food processor. After grinding the soy milk, wipe the dregs with gauze. That way the soy milk will be smoother."

"Oh, and after grinding the soy milk, you must boil it. Bring it to a boil over medium heat, then simmer it down to low. Don't add sugar when making it. Sugar is added at the end based on personal taste. If you make soy milk like this, you can compare it to everyone in the world. I'm not afraid of anyone."

It was a rare occasion that his eldest nephew asked him something, so the second uncle excitedly shared all his experience.

Wang Fan wrote down everything his uncle said, and would ask a few more questions from time to time. His uncle would naturally tell him everything he knew. When Wang Fan had almost finished asking, he was about to ask about his uncle's recent situation, but his uncle couldn't wait to ask, "How's your girlfriend going, you little brat? When can you bring her over so I can see her?"

Wang Fan said with a puzzled look, "Second Uncle, she's still a student, and we've only been dating for a short time, so it's not necessary for her to meet her parents already, right?"

Second Uncle thought about it and realized that this made sense: "You are right, but I have to tell you something in advance. If you want to talk, talk properly. Don't think that this is just for fun. If you dare to bully the girl, I will break your legs!"

Wang Fan complained, "Don't you understand me? Am I that kind of unreliable person?"

The second uncle was satisfied and said, "That's fine. I'm fine here. There are even many of your fans who come from other places to eat braised pork. You are really getting better and better."

Hearing the praise from his second uncle, Wang Fan felt secretly happy. This kind of recognition from relatives is much more comfortable than recognition from others.

It was just around 9 o'clock when he ended the call. There was still some time before lunch, so he decided to go out for a walk. Thanks to the reasonable settings of the system, his store was located in a university, so no one would have any doubts about his identity.

It was different from the school he remembered. The school in his memory was both new and old.

The new building has old decoration, old equipment, and old scenery. But Kainan University gave him a sense of a thick historical sediment.

The architectural style here is unique, integrating elements of Chinese and Western cultures, and it is full of traces of time at first glance. These buildings are solemn and elegant, and contrast with the surrounding green trees, which makes Wang Fan feel impressed.

He also saw many students.

Students who had no classes were scattered around, either alone or in groups of two or three, books in hand, some sitting on the grass, others leaning on chairs by the lake.

Solitary students were immersed in the world of books, so quiet that they seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment, while groups of students could be heard from time to time whispering about discussions and exchanges.

The sun shone on them, the green leaves on the grass swayed gently in the wind, and the lake sparkled, reflecting the sky and the surrounding scenery, forming a beautiful background.

Wang Fan felt like crying. This was the college scene he had imagined when he was a child. The two schools he attended were completely different from this.

It turns out that the dreams I had as a child were not wrong. The problem was that the development of reality did not keep up with the pace of dreams.

If I had known this would happen, I would have tried harder.

As he walked, he didn't know how he walked into a teaching building. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a deep and rich voice talking inside, and his attention was quickly drawn to it.

The man looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a black Mao suit. He was thin but spoke in an unusually powerful voice.

"Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword, and truth lies only within the range of the cannon!"

After saying that, he slammed the table and said, "What are cannons used for? Let me tell you, cannons are used to measure land areas."

Wang Fan was fascinated by what he heard the first moment.

"A bald eagle expert told me he wanted to push me back 100 years. I said, buddy, 100 years is too little. We should each retreat 300 years. By then, you will be gone, and we will still be a great civilization with 5000 years of history."

After saying this, he stood up and said, "Students, what we should be looking forward to and building is a China that soars like a giant dragon, a China that rises with greatness. I hope that through your efforts, China can once again stand at the top of the world's nations!"

His voice seemed to contain the sound of iron horses and weapons. As soon as he started speaking, one could see the iron hooves galloping. The students in the classroom were extremely excited at this moment, shouting and clapping.

Wang Fan was also listening with excitement at the back of the lecture hall. He thought to himself that the teachers at this top-tier institution were completely different from those at their third-rate fake universities. Their teachers only promoted their own after-school tutoring classes. How could they have the awareness and infectiousness of these teachers?

Wang Fan was shocked when he accidentally saw his cousin in the classroom. He had been listening for more than half an hour. If he continued listening, he might not be able to prepare the ingredients for lunch.

Wang Fan quietly left the classroom and trotted back to the second cafeteria.

(End of this chapter)