The sun is scorching, and the lively atmosphere of the Citrus Festival venue has increased the temperature on the scene a lot.

Dora, who likes the fun, is the right place to come. Not only are there freshly harvested citrus, but also various foods and cold drinks made from citrus as raw materials.

Although she couldn't get pocket money from Evan and felt a little heartache when she paid for it herself, when the delicious food came into her stomach, all the unhappiness was wiped out.

Evan didn't have the energy and energy of Dora. Since he was not interested, he found a shaded place to sit down and rest before he walked around. Robert also had the same idea, but Virginia forced him to follow Dora and Dorothy in the name of needing "knights" around his sisters.

So, as brothers and sisters, they rested comfortably, but Robert could only follow his sisters to run all over the venue with sweat.

"Gugugugu..."

The gastrointestinal alarm reminded Evan that it was almost noon and it was time to eat.

He sent Bob to retrieve Robert and the other two who had no idea where he had gone, and then discussed with Virginia where to solve the lunch break.

Virginia is a very casual person and is not picky at all. She looked at the vendors in the venue that mainly eat barbecue and roast chicken, and said, "Why don't you just find a house here and eat something casually?"

"With Dora and their personality, they must have eaten a lot of 'snacks' this morning, and their stomachs are probably still bulging."

"This is very likely." Evan smiled with understanding, "It's okay to eat here, but aren't you vegetarian?"

Virginia said indifferently: "It's nothing to eat meat occasionally, I'm not a Buddhist."

"Besides, there should be a stall selling vegetable salads here."

Seeing his sister say this, Evan doesn't care. Not long after, Robert's three brothers and sisters would return with Evan under the escort of Haynes Bob and others. Then a large group of people rushed to the vendor area selling cooked food.

As he approached the barbecue stall step by step, the aroma of fat and meat in the air made Evan's index finger tremble.

America is a paradise for carnivores.

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

Evan agrees deeply.

It was the meal time, and there was a long queue in front of the barbecue stall.

Looking around, not only this one, but other vendors are not much different.

After asking for advice from Robert and others, Evan asked Bob Hines to line up with him, and the lady and the children went to find a place to wait.

But Dora was a person who couldn't rest, so she took Dorothy and Robert to other vendors for "investigation".

Not long after, Dora trotted back to Evan, who was halfway in line.

"Evan, I found a hamburger seller. Their goods are fast and they almost don't have to queue up."

Dora raised her head and suggested seriously: "Robert has already ordered there."

"Hamburger?" Evan looked at the length of the team and asked, "Are you saying true?"

Dora frowned in displeasure, "Why am I lying to you? Oh, don't think about it, come with me."

As he said that, Dora took his hand and held Evan's arm and made a traction posture.

Of course, with Dora's strength, it is impossible to pull Evan.

Evan, who was still as moving, communicated silently with Bob, Haynes, and Virginia who walked back from seeing Dora's movements.

Or... instead of eating barbecue, you can eat hamburgers?

All three nodded indifferently.

To be honest, Bob and Haynes certainly prefer to eat barbecue, but...who made Evan the boss?

Under the leadership of Dora, the group came to a mobile stall converted into a car. The vendors were not big, there were only three chefs who made the food, plus a waitress who collected money, and the team only had four.

Evan observed that the three people who made the food seemed to be a father and son.

As Dora said, there were many people coming here to buy food, but there was no need to queue up. Almost everything was delicious before ordering, and after paying, the food was out of the oven.

The reason why they can do so quickly is very simple: First, they provide few food types, and the staple food is two different types of hamburgers, accompanied by fries and carbonated drinks; second, their food production process is simple, and the semi-finished products are prepared in advance.

After understanding their operating mode, Evan suddenly became interested.

Isn’t this the prevailing model of Western fast restaurant chains that were popular in the United States and even the world in later generations?

After Dora stood in front of the stall, ordered fries and coke for herself, she turned around and asked, "Brother Evan, what are you eating?"

Evan did not answer positively, saying, "Click yours."

"Virginia, please click first, I'll take a look first."

Taking advantage of the time when others ordered the dishes, Evan started chatting with the busy chef, perhaps the boss.

"Hi, it looks like your business is good."

The man closest to him, the chef who was responsible for making cheeseburgers, still had the spare time, so he did not refuse Evan's conversation.

"Thank you, do you want something delicious?"

"Think about it." Evan asked the waitress who ordered the order and collected the money for a hamburger and a cup of coke, and then started chatting with the chef.

"Are you a family?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you hang a sign?"

"It's just a small stall, what signboard is needed."

The waitress on the side interrupted, "Your drinks and burgers."

"Thank you." Evan commented after taking a bite, "It tastes good, although it may be worse than the barbecue there."

Hearing this, the chef frowned slightly.

"However, this price and your speed are worth it!"

The chef brows slightly, "Thank you for your praise."

"No, I just said it casually. Well... can I ask if you usually open a store like this?"

The chef didn't seem to understand: "What does it mean?"

Evan changed his question: "I mean, do you have a fixed storefront?"

The chef replied: "Yes, but it's just being renovated recently."

Evan asked: "Can you tell me the exact address?"

The chef didn't understand why, hesitated for a moment, but no answer.

Evan said: "If you have time, I want to talk to you. I have never seen your homework pattern before."

"By the way, what do you call me sir?"

The chef thought for a while and replied, "Maurice, Maurice McDonald."

MacDonald?

Hearing this name, Evan's pupils stretched and contracted unconsciously.

McDonald's! Golden Arches!!

I remember that the McDonald's chain was indeed founded by a pair of brothers named MacDonald. Of course, it was not the brothers that really made it stronger, but a milkshake machine seller named Ray Crocker.

If this McDonald is Peter McDonald's...
Chapter completed!