"This...this works too?" Little Snail was dumbfounded as he watched the young man and woman exchange phone numbers and even sit down together at a table.
"This is purely an accident, don't learn from him," Ma Lu said, "In most cases, you'd just be seen as a hentai."
"Boss," Little Snail pushed up his glasses, "Does the food here really have that effect? If so, then I..."
"Forget it, even without eating, I already know what you'll see at the crater," Ma Lu patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "You don't earn money easily. Save that four hundred bucks."
"Oh."
"However, the Mushroom Pot and Bacon Corn Chowder are quite suitable for you. Hmm, let's make an exception today and have these two dishes as an employee al to welco you and Wu Peipei."
"Thanks, senior."
"We're all family here, no need to be polite. Alright, now chin up and go work hard for ."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Little Snail and Wu Peipei were busy from 11 a.m. until 3 p.m., and it was only after the lunch rush that the number of custors finally decreased. Then Ma Lu closed the restaurant for half an hour to take a look at an apartnt.
It wasn't for himself to live in, but to house the upcoming new employees—more precisely, the Valkyrie People.
Ma Lu had promised to find them a place to live.
Although Liliem said two shoeboxes would suffice, the question remained where to put those shoeboxes.
Ma Lu's own rental was already full of stuff, and the door couldn't keep out those tiny people the size of fingers; they could basically go wherever they wanted.
Having Old Wang in the house had already taken Ma Lu a month to get used to, and he feared he couldn't handle a hundred more people.
It wasn't a good idea to put them in the kitchen either, as that was Old Wang's territory. Old Wang was easygoing most of the ti, except when it ca to cooking, where he beca very strict.
He could accept the Valkyrie People working in his kitchen, but when Ma Lu asked him, he couldn't accept them living there.
Phasic Space... well, that was an option.
But access to and from Phasic Space was inconvenient for the Valkyrie People, and since there was no sunlight there, Ma Lu didn't want them living with a bunch of freezers and machines. People who didn't know any better might think he was mistreating his employees.
After much thought, Ma Lu simply decided to rent them an apartnt.
Since he had money now, renting a place nearby not only provided the Valkyrie People with a ho but also gave him a place to crash if there was an ergency or if he was too busy to go ho.
Ma Lu specifically looked for an apartnt on the ground floor to make it easier for the Valkyrie People to get to work and back ho.
After seeing there were no issues with the place, he signed the lease with the landlord.
While signing the contract, Ma Lu also inquired about the housing prices from the landlady, but he didn't have a local hukou and wasn't eligible to buy.
People without a local hukou usually had to pay social security for five years before they could qualify to purchase a house in City B.
There was another scenario for eligibility: achieving an annual tax paynt of over three million, and a legal person could directly receive residency. Ma Lu did the math and thought... it actually seed achievable.
However, since housing prices were continually dropping, he wasn't in a hurry to buy.
After completing the lease, Ma Lu called Jigina to check out the new place and see what renovations and purchases were needed, making a list of them.
He then returned to the restaurant to continue business until at 8 p.m., when the last dish was sold.
Ma Lu tallied the day's earnings; he had originally planned to sell only 200 servings of Tomato Stewed Scorpion at, but due to overwhelming enthusiasm, he had added an additional 30 portions.
On the contrary, the mushroom pot, which was originally intended to be sold in volu, and the bacon vegetable corn chowder were sowhat neglected.
But fortunately, the people who ca later, upon hearing that the tomato stewed scorpion at was sold out and not wanting to leave on an empty stomach, bought up all 300 servings of mushroom pot and 200 servings of bacon vegetable corn chowder.
Adding in the side dishes, Ma Lu ended up with a daily inco of 184,620 yuan, expenses of 9,432.2 yuan—most of which was the rent for the staff dormitory, paid as a deposit plus one month in advance—leaving a profit of 175,187.8 yuan.
However, this was not the end of it. After He Xiaoqian, Wu Peipei, and the others left, Ma Lu and Old Wang did not hurry back to their rented apartnt but were waiting for the last custor of the day.
Ma Lu hung a closed sign on the doorknob and then found four screens to partition a small elegant booth in the middle of the restaurant.
At 9:15 pm, a man in a black suit appeared outside the restaurant.
He looked up at the sign above his head before extending a finger to tap on the glass.
Hearing the sound, Ma Lu put away his phone and quickly went to open the door for the man in the suit with a rabbit head mask on.
"Excuse , are you Mr. Chen Zhengyi, who had a reservation earlier?" Ma Lu asked.
"That's ," the man in the suit nodded.
"Oh, welco, welco," Ma Lu led the man in the suit into the restaurant and pulled back a screen for him.
The man in the suit sat down and glanced at the nu on the blackboard.
Ma Lu explained, "Oh, that's for the regular custors. As for you, we've already discussed it earlier. Tonight, the chef will create three dishes for you, taking mushrooms as the the."
"Thank you for the effort," Chen Zhengyi took off the rabbit head mask, revealing a face underneath that was not much different from the mask.
Ma Lu was trying to control his facial expression, but upon seeing the furry Chen Zhengyi, his eyebrows still twitched involuntarily.
Seeing that Ma Lu was at a loss for words, Chen Zhengyi was quite generous, "Ask whatever you want to ask."
"Why do you wear a head mask? And one that looks exactly like your face, at that?"
"Good question. Superheroes all need a mask to conceal their identity. Plus, if I ever forget to wear it, or if soone accidentally captures my real face, people will instinctively think I still have the mask on," Chen Zhengyi explained.
"That... actually makes sense. Wait, did you just say your identity is that of a superhero?"
"I prefer to call myself a vigilante, fighting for the justice of this city," Chen Zhengyi said gravely, "Besides that... I also have a formal job."
"What job?"
"Buying lottery tickets."
"Uh... I always thought the lottery was just a scam."
"For ordinary people like you, it is probability-wise," Chen Zhengyi nodded in agreent, "As long as you play enough, you'll eventually regress to the an and definitely lose money, but I'm different."
"What's different about you?"
"I'm lucky."
"Huh?"
Ma Lu thought Chen Zhengyi would offer more explanation but soon realized he was only stating a fact.
After a pause, Ma Lu asked again, "So our City B has its own vigilante like New York now? What do you usually do?"
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