Food: Set Up Stalls Randomly, Customers Chase Me Ten Streets

"Boss, the porridge you sell is different every day, isn't it?"

Xie Hong and the others thought that the preserved egg and lean meat porridge they ate yesterday was still preserved egg and lean meat porridge today.

Unexpectedly, the boss sold sweet potato porridge today.

Although sweet potato porridge is also delicious, it is not as delicious as meat.

It's so light, I think it's suitable for drinking when you're sick.

It's also a bit watery, like drinking sugar water.

No, it's more like soup.

Quench thirst, but not satiety.

"Yeah, what's the point of eating the same thing every day?"

Lin Zhou will only sell a fixed type of food if the system task stipulates it.

"Then what will you sell tomorrow?"

Hearing this, a group of squatting college students all looked up at Lin Zhou, obviously curious.

Xie Hong really likes to drink the porridge cooked by Lin Zhou. It feels comfortable and does not feel greasy. If he can eat such delicious porridge every morning, he will have the motivation to get up early.

If he knew what kind of porridge the boss would sell tomorrow, he wouldn't come here if he didn't like it.

Climbing mountains every day, no matter how strong your body is, can't bear it.

"Selling abalone porridge tomorrow."

Business was not good today. Lin Zhou guessed that it was because sweet potato porridge was too cheap in everyone's mind and could not be sold at a high price. Everyone felt that a bowl of 100 yuan was not worth it, so they asked more questions and bought less.

We still have to make porridge that is affordable, so business will be better.

Although completing the mission is the main thing, setting up the stall is also fun.

Lin Zhou feels that earning money with his own hands is more meaningful and makes his life more colorful in this world. He will not have to wait for death and do nothing every day. Such a goalless and meaningless life is not suitable for him. .

It is really a joy to see the diners exclaiming in surprise when they eat the food he made.

So he cares about whether the stall business is good or bad!

"Wow, abalone porridge!"

Yao Chao has never eaten abalone in his whole life. He only heard about it and he immediately became interested.

His family is actually average. His parents only give him 1,000 yuan a month for college living expenses, which is just enough for him to eat.

I can't afford to eat too good.

As the saying goes, a man who is half-grown can only eat his own food. He is in his 20s, which is when he can eat.

The living expenses provided by his parents were not enough, so he played games in private to earn money as a booster.

Sometimes if he is lucky, he can earn hundreds from a single order, so he can afford to spend a hundred yuan a bowl of porridge luxuriously.

Apart from going out to dinner with friends, he basically didn't go out of his way to eat.

Then I heard abalone porridge and realized that I hadn't eaten it yet.

"I've never eaten abalone porridge, but I have eaten abalone. It was very fishy, ​​and I couldn't chew it, so it didn't taste good."

The middle-aged uncle next to him responded with disapproval: "It depends on what kind of abalone it is. After the dried abalone is soaked and stewed, it looks a bit like a preserved egg when cut into pieces. It is runny and has a chewy texture. The taste is very good. But it doesn’t actually taste very good, it depends on the seasoning.”

"The new abalone tastes a bit like scallops. The sashimi is okay, but it's not cooked well and can't be chewed."

A group of college students listened to the middle-aged uncle's words with a knowledgeable look, and nodded as if they understood.

"But if you cook porridge, it should be very fresh."

Xie Hong asked Lin Zhou with a foodie expression that would be delicious.

Lin Zhou looked at their foodies and nodded numbly.

Does the food he cooks taste good?

However, it can also be seen that these people are indeed foodies, otherwise they would not become repeat customers.

After all, when Lin Zhou saw that the stall was set up at the top of the mountain this week, he never thought there would be repeat customers.

Who would climb a mountain just to drink porridge?

I didn’t expect that he would have repeat customers!

"Then we'll come back tomorrow morning!"

A group of college students instantly became excited and started chatting.

It was originally quite lively when five college students gathered together yesterday, but today there were eight of them, just like a bunch of ducks quacking around.

Lin Zhou lowered his head and looked at them with a helpless expression. If it were an anime, three black lines would slowly slide down his forehead at this moment.

...

Lin Zhou closed the stall at about the same time today as yesterday.

Although the portions of the porridge prepared were smaller, due to its unpopularity, sales were slow and it was already late in the afternoon when the stall was sold out.

When I got home, I still cleaned up and went to bed.

After all, climbing mountains is really exhausting!

So he still didn't think about the diners who had been waiting for him by Daming Lake for two days.

eight pm.

The diners stood at the intersection of Huaguoshan Road, waiting with their eyes wide open!

"No, where is my big bun stall?"

"It's eight o'clock, brothers, and the bun stall owner isn't here yet!"

"No way, the boss won't come again today, right?"

"What's going on? Okay, why don't you come and set up a stall? Has the boss changed the place?"

"I do not know!"

"No, I'm going to activate my circle of friends and ask if anyone has met the bun stall owner."

If you have many friends, you immediately think of the saying that many friends lead to many paths.

The buns made by the bun stall owner are so delicious. If someone has eaten them, they will definitely not forget them. Maybe they will find the location where the boss sets up his stall.

"Maybe it's just the boss's family that has something to do. I'll come and check on it tomorrow."

There is also a firm belief that Lin Zhou just had something to do and didn't come to set up the stall, and maybe he will come back.

When the wife of the barbecue stall not far away saw this scene, an idea flashed through her mind.

When she got home after closing the stall in the evening, she took her husband to discuss it.

"Husband, what do you think we should switch to selling steamed buns?"

Barbecue stall owner:? ? ?

"No, wife, if you haven't eaten the buns, you shouldn't have such thoughts!"

If you sell barbecue well, you will sell barbecue. Whatever you think of comes out as it comes.

"Look at how many people have come to buy buns in the past two days. If we also sell buns, we will definitely make more money than barbecue!"

Besides, she already knows how to make steamed buns. In her early years, her family was in the breakfast business, so why can’t she sell steamed buns?

"Does anyone sell the buns you make that taste good?"

"No......"

The proprietress of the barbecue stall choked up. She had to admit that the buns made by that bun stall tasted really delicious. I couldn’t imagine anyone else could make buns that were more delicious than that. She didn’t have that skill!

"Then what else can you say? When the customers buy the buns we make, the difference between the two will be too great, and they will definitely not last long."

"Besides, the boss of the steamed stuffed bun stall just hasn't come to set up his stall for two days. He might come back. Then when he sees us grabbing business, how can we have the nerve to buy steamed stuffed buns!"

Having said that, the owner of the barbecue stall was very greedy when she saw so many customers returning without success.

"I don't care, I'm going to give it a try. At worst, when the boss comes back, we just have to stop doing the steamed stuffed bun business. We have ready-made equipment at home. Why don't you make money?"

The proprietress did not believe in evil, and her intuition told her that she would definitely make money by selling steamed buns instead of selling steamed buns.

"That's it!"

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