After selling the cake that they could not finish, Xu Le looked at his payment transaction. Not only did he earn enough to cover the entry cost for the three of them, he also earned five to six hundred more.
In his heart, he suddenly felt that as long as the ratio in the desserts was accurate and he had some experience, he would be able to make the desserts very well. For his branch store, since the system was the one paying for it, he could choose the bigger ones and even sell some desserts.
As he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard an uneasy voice behind him. "Um, hello. I'm the boss here. Are you eight years old?"
"Ah?" Xu Le was stumped by this baffling question. He smiled and said, "I am indeed eight years old."
"Haha, that's not what I meant. I've watched your live stream. You're super awesome, little Master Chef!"
