Chen Ze scratched his head, still unable to figure out why this was happening since it was all new to him, and he lacked the relevant experiments.
"I might as well give a Gold Coin to the customer next time and see if that generates any signal," Chen Ze stretched lazily, closed the restaurant's door, and squeezed through the smaller side door.
"I'm beginning to think I'm becoming a familiar face to those shop owners." Chen Ze looked at his notebook, feeling a bit bald-headed. He had restocked supplies many times within just a few days of opening.
If it weren't for the income from selling roasted meat before, Chen Ze felt he would have been close to bankruptcy, which is why he agreed to sell barbecue at the school celebration this time.
"Speaking of which, how much should I charge for the barbecue tomorrow…" Chen Ze rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
