Chen Chong has basically determined the development direction of the restaurant, not judging the victory or defeat by quantity, but only uses fine products to attract people's hearts.

So, when Lin Tiantian and others left, he decisively threw away all the original menus, and bought a small blackboard with shelves at a nearby stationery store and placed it at the door, which read "Today's dishes, secret beef sauce is 5 yuan per serving, and fish-flavored shredded pork rice set costs 15 yuan per serving."

"Now, there are only two dishes that can be used. Other dishes you know how to cook cannot be used, so as not to lose your reputation."

Chen Chong put out the cigarette butts and sat leisurely at the door of the store. While playing mobile games, he waited for the guests to come. This time he sat down until 11 o'clock in the evening.

Unfortunately, no one came to visit during this period, but he cheated his teammates for several games.

"The reputation of the past was too bad, and it was obviously unlikely to see obvious changes in a day or two."

Chen Chong is not angry. The information reported by Lin Tiantian and others before has given him great confidence. What he needs to do now is to be calm, continue to complete tasks, and continue to increase dishes.

This is the foundation of the rise of restaurants.

After looking at Fatty Li's repeat customers, they were still crowded with white smoke rising and full of lively.

Chen Chong's mood was not very ups and downs. He put away the blackboard and pulled down the roller shutter door, ran to the kitchen to work hard.

Lin Tiantian and others will come tomorrow, so he prepared some ingredients in advance so that the guests would not wait for a long time like today.

When I returned to the second floor, it was almost twelve o'clock. After taking a shower in the bathroom, I completely ended my busy day.

This day was a little tired, but very fulfilling.

"The secret beef sauce is gone, and the legendary bean paste is used up." Chen Chong lay on the bed and thought, "It is not impossible to make bean paste with ordinary bean paste, but the taste will change, which is inconsistent with the direction of the restaurant's development, so you cannot consider it."

This is a very cruel truth, just like a habit. When you are used to eating two bowls of rice a day, you will feel satisfied, but once you eat half a bowl or one bowl less, you will immediately feel hungry or even irritable.

In other words, once the beef sauce tastes worse than before, whether Lin Tiantian and others will visit frequently will have to put a big "question mark".

"In any case, legendary bean paste cannot be missing, or even more, it can improve the quality of fish-flavored shredded pork."

Open the Doom game and your eyes wander between the daily tasks and the Doom mission.

"Your deposit has 300 bad luck value, and you can open the first bad luck task. If the task is successful, you can get the chance to turn the life and death turntable, but there is no bad luck value reward."

Chen Chong rubbed his chin, looking hesitant.

"After completing the difficult task last time, in addition to obtaining the unique ability of 'food identification', he also gained 200 bad luck. If one more is completed, his 'deposit' is likely to reach 500 bad luck. By then, he can not only receive the bad luck task, but also exchange it for some legendary bean paste to solve tomorrow's problems."

He licked his mouth and opened the daily mission.

[Difficult task: 1:23:45 in the morning.]

After experiencing a difficult task last time, Chen Chong had fully experienced the weirdness and thrillingness of this task. It was an abnormal event beyond cognition. Without strong psychological qualities, it was difficult to struggle and survive in fear.

To be honest, as long as he enters the bathroom, he will feel that the "thing" that appeared that day is still inside and has not left.

He didn't even dare to turn around suddenly, worried that behind him was a stranger with expressionless face, bleeding from the corners of his eyes, staring at his stranger.

"At 1:23:45 a.m...."

Standing at the window, light a cigarette, looking at the neon night on the street, and trying to calm down your mood.

"How could it be possible to give up because of timidity or fear after finally seeing the hope of the rise of restaurants?"

Chen Chong has never been a timid person. He is even influenced by his name and often makes impulsive moves guided by emotions.

I slowly sucked my last cigarette and decisively received the difficult task.

[Game name [Scissors Stone Cloth], at 1:23:45 in the morning, when five unrepeated numbers appear in the timeline, the ghost gate in the underworld will loosen. What you have to do is find a dark and confined space facing the mirror, and light a candle between you and the mirror. When time comes, close your eyes and recite three times silently, "Who will play the game with me." Please note! Once the game starts, you must not lose to your opponent three times or exit in the middle, otherwise something unpredictable will happen.]

After reading the task hidden prompt, Chen Chong found that cold sweat appeared in his palm at some point. He rubbed his trouser legs and appeared again, as if he could not finish it.

The cold sweat evaporated little by little, and the feeling of cold gradually spread throughout the body. It became even colder by the night wind.

Suddenly shivered, he quickly closed the window and made a crisp "clang" sound. The sound lingers in the room, and the empty bottle placed on the table fell off.

“Confined space with mirrors…”

Chen Chong smiled bitterly. Only the bathroom in his room meets the standards, and the place he resists the most now is exactly here. As long as he stands inside, he feels creepy.

In addition to the psychological shadows caused last time, there are mainly people's historical impressions of the bathroom, which are dark, damp and full of filth.

"It's almost a little while, and there's no time to find a venue that meets the criteria."

Chen Chong took a deep breath, picked up the empty bottle on the ground and threw it into the trash can. Then he searched in the room for a long time before finding half a piece of candle.

I encountered a power outage when I moved to the food street before, so I left this half of it, but I didn’t expect it to come in handy under such circumstances.

After entering the bathroom, fixing the candles on the small wooden table, he hurried to the kitchen.

There are two kitchen knives hanging on the kitchen wall, one for cutting vegetables and the other for chopping bones.

The one that cuts vegetables is very thin and is light in your hand, while the one that chops bones is very wide on the back. It feels like holding a big machete in your hand, and it feels very down-to-earth.

"It is said that a kitchen knife that has been killed can hurt ghosts. I don't know if my bone chopping knife that has slaughtered a lot of fish heads is this kind of thing. No matter what, it's better than nothing."

Chen Chong grabbed the bone-clip knife and waved it twice. The tiger and tiger were full of wind, and it was quite powerful to block the gods and kill the Buddhas. As a result, when he was held on the tip of his nose, a fishy smell immediately diluted the boiling blood, and it didn't take long to wash it.

Put the bone-cutting knife on the belt behind the back, and the cold temperature made the butt/tender chill.

Back on the second floor, I entered the bathroom with a lighter, and closed the doors and windows.

Click.

Turn off the lights and light the candles. Chen Chong's breathing blew the candlelight and swayed endlessly.

His shadow is magnifying and beating.

Time, at 1:22:07 in the morning...8 seconds...

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!