Chang Jianjun was the only customer eating at the food truck today, so after he left, Chen Mo returned to quietness.

He crawled into the driver's cabin, lay on the small bed, and opened his phone to calculate today's income.

He doesn't like to directly check the Experience Value in his mind. He prefers to look at the money on his phone, and he likes to check it one by one, it gives him a stronger sense of gain.

Thirty chickens in the front sold for 2940, fifty in the back sold for 5800, plus over a hundred buns, fifty pounds of noodles, and dozens of pounds of tofu.

Today's income: 13,490 yuan.

Although it's not as much as Lulu's live broadcast, Chen Mo still felt a strong twitch in his heart, as the cost of buying ingredients every day is directly paid from the WeChat wallet.

Now his WeChat balance has reached a terrifying more than 70,000 yuan!

For some reason, after experiencing the living function of the dream food truck, Chen Mo was no longer interested in saving money for a housing down payment.

It doesn't matter, save money first, and when you have money, everything is negotiable.

Chen Mo was still not used to sleeping in the hospital. After entering the address of an unfinished building on the central control screen, the food truck slowly left the hospital, turned onto a sparsely populated street, and with a strong sense of acceleration, Chen Mo was already back at the unfinished building.

Simple wash, sleep.

That night, thanks to Chen Mo's relentless efforts, many people ate and drank well and slept soundly.

But downstairs at the inpatient department, two limping people were supporting each other.

"Didn't you say Boss Xiao Chen would also set up a stall today? Weren't you always following the intel group?"

Du Qiming looked at the empty hallway and was dumbfounded, "How the hell would I know those guys came to get hospitalized! I can't even open my eyes from the pain, how do I have time to keep staring at my phone!"

Liu Chengming really felt like Xiao Du was going to drive him crazy.

Originally, he could be discharged today, but he claimed he wasn't fully recovered just to stay for a midnight snack, and now he's been hungry all day for nothing.

Only Old Zhao might understand this shitty feeling.

Old Zhao was lying on a bed in a special ward in the andrology department, anxiously scrolling through his phone.

"What's going on? Have you all eaten? Why is no one replying to me, can anyone tell me what's the situation outside now?"

"Is Lulu there, why hasn't my meal been delivered, and why's the red envelope been returned?"

"Is anyone there? I'm so hungry... I have surgery at eight in the morning, is there anyone with a kind heart?"

There were no kind-hearted people. The other patients, having eaten and drunk to their fill, were sound asleep and ready for a good rest. They all said that eating with many people together always feels particularly delicious, making one consume extra unconsciously.

Nobody expected that sleeping together would have the same effect.

The next morning, Chang Jianjun started his routine ward check and discovered that some patients were long gone without completing their discharge procedures. Their roommates said they had gone to work.

He couldn't help but admire these patients, what dedication!

Some patients were sleeping so soundly, snoring loudly, that Chang Jianjun felt too embarrassed to wake them up for checks. So he simply prepared the checklists and left them for the nurses before heading off his shift.

Just after getting up, Qian Erniu performed a set of Tai Chi punches in the hospital yard. As usual, he first took a tour around the inpatient department, to obtain today's ward occupancy status from the nurse on duty.

"What the heck? Full occupancy?"

Qian Erniu needed to prepare meals based on the hospital's inpatient numbers. If there were too many people and not enough meals, he would get upset, feeling like money was slipping away from his fingers.

If there were fewer people and too much food, he would get even more upset!

Usually, he would freeze the leftovers and simply heat them up for the next meal's sale, mixed with fresh ones.

Seeing the inpatient situation, Qian Erniu immediately ran back to the canteen, "Get to work! Today, everyone does their best, the inpatient department is full, can you take responsibility if the patients go hungry?"

All the canteen staff started bustling about, while Erniu roamed around the back kitchen, supervising each post.

"Cut the potatoes as big as they are, after eating one piece customers won't want a second, if you cut them big it looks like the meal is full!"

"Add as much salt as possible, for each bite of vegetables the patients will need three mouthfuls of rice, they finish the rice but there are still vegetables, will they still think we are skimping on the dishes?"

"Hey, who told you to use new oil for cooking? Wasn't there a pot of oil left from frying potatoes and shredded meat yesterday? You don't use old oil, just new, did your mom teach you this way from your childhood? Do you understand food conservation?"

After making a round, each employee was essentially scolded, Qian Erniu walked out of the kitchen in a huff, "What a bunch of useless people!"

After a busy morning, lunchtime finally arrived; Qian Erniu stood somewhat happily at the entrance of the canteen, looking forward to today's sales explosion!

At eleven-thirty, patients could start to get their meals.

"Perhaps some new patients still haven't found where the canteen is, well, let's wait a bit more."

At twelve, hospital staff could eat.

Qian Erniu eagerly awaited, behind him six kinds of dishes under the big glass cover, all made a bit more than usual, but they didn't appear to be appetizing.

At one o'clock, Qian Erniu was starting to feel a bit irritated seeing the dishes hadn't sold much.

What the heck is this?

With the inpatient department full at noon, did no one come to eat?

Not exactly no one, just very few people; the numbers were not really different from those before, "Do the newly admitted patients not need to eat?"

Qian Erniu wondered.

If the food left over was usually little, it was still manageably disposable, but with so much leftover today, seems like it can only be reheated and sold in the evening.

He still decided to go and understand the inpatient department's situation.

Qian Erniu leisurely went to the inpatient department, entering from the back door, as he walked to the door Erniu felt puzzled, "Why is there so much trash today?"

Moreover, he could clearly see many disposable bowls and chopsticks; "Could it be they secretly ordered takeout?"

For a moment, Qian Erniu recalled the inspector he waved off a few days ago to this position, but he didn't run into him this time, probably acknowledging the targeting and wisely backing down.

After all, just write a report, who would really come and inspect?

He took a stroll around the first floor, scratching the back of his head feeling a bit bewildered.

Most of the patients in each ward were having fun chatting or playing games on their phones, some were even eating fruits, anyway, no one's eating meals.

Then he toured the second and third floors.

There were indeed some patients in certain wards eating his canteen's big potatoes, like in 301, where two patients were eating, but most other wards were pretty much the same as the first floor.

Laughing and joking, having a great time, they didn't look like they were there for treatment, more like they were on a vacation.

Strange.

Qian Erniu asked the people at the nurse's station, but they all had no idea what was going on, so he glumly returned, heavily burdened by the sight of six big dishes filled in the warm-holding container.

Not eating at noon?

At night, you have to eat, right?

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