The fear that what you dread comes is an unchanging truth since ancient times, and the system prompt sounded right on time at this moment.
"Ding, daily task of selling omelet rice completed, reward accumulating."
"Day three task: Designated dish — seafood noodles."
"Designated retail price is 288 yuan, and the profit margin must not be less than 50%."
"Designated ingredients: For seafood, only abalone (no more than 6 heads of the most expensive ones), clams (limited to 10 yuan per jin), squid, black tiger prawn (limited to 120 yuan per jin) can be used."
"Special requirement: The seafood flavor must be the absolute main flavor, other flavors must not overshadow it, and the noodles are the soul of this bowl of seafood noodles."
"Beep beep beep beep..."
Wang Fan couldn't help but start pouring out a storm of curses. He had never thought he could become so irritable. Even when he used to curse his unscrupulous boss and bootlicking supervisor, he had never cursed so nastily.
