Chapter 169: The First Imitator Appears

As more and more things were put into the bamboo basket behind him, the pulling sensation on Sang Yu's shoulders became stronger and stronger.

Sang Yongjing, who was very tactless, finally took the bamboo basket when she squatted down to pick the vegetables and wanted to stand up but was almost thrown over her shoulder by the bamboo basket.

Sang Yu naturally picked up his original shoulder pole and empty bucket, and finally felt a little relieved.

He bought more and more vegetables. After the bamboo basket was full, Sang Yongjing even did not spare the two wooden barrels full of oil and soup, and kept stuffing the vegetables that could be peeled into them.

"Buy more so Dad can carry it."

Sang Yu couldn't remember how many times Sang Yongjing had said this. Every time she felt she couldn't buy any more, he would say this.

She subconsciously looked up at the bamboo basket behind him, only to find that a thick layer of green leafy vegetables had been tied on top of the basket, which now looked like a large green cabbage at first glance.

"...Dad, let's go back. We can get more vegetables at the market later. We'll have enough."

"Enough? Really enough?" Sang Yongjing confirmed with her twice before leaving reluctantly.

In the next few days, just as Sang Yu said, business became more and more prosperous. More and more skewers were prepared every day, but there was still a shortage of supply.

Ever since Liu Bao brought the skewers to his group of friends and they tasted them, the situation gradually got out of control.

The pre-orders from their group alone can reach as many as two hundred skewers a day.

In just less than a week, the two buckets on Sang Yongjing's shoulders had been upgraded to new buckets that were more than half the size of the original ones.

Originally, Sang Yu was thinking of going to find Carpenter Wang to order two new buckets, but he never had the time. Turning around, he saw Sang Yongjing coming back with two big new buckets.

After asking carefully, I found out that he had specially asked Carpenter Wang to help him make it custom-made, and he paid extra money. His only requirement was that it be delivered quickly and the finished product be delivered as soon as possible.

As for the two original buckets, of course they were cleaned with soap and returned to their original use.

On this day, Sang Yu, Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia came to Anxinfang to set up a stall to sell skewers, but they saw another stall not far away on the side of the road.

There were two wooden barrels in front of the stall, and inside them were the ends of bamboo skewers soaked in red oil soup - the first imitator appeared.

Sang Yu had expected this and was not surprised, but the Sang father and son were very angry.

Sang Yongjing stared at the other person, wishing he could poke holes in him with his eyes: "How shameless!"

Although Sang Yu had told him about this before, he never expected that someone would imitate it so quickly and sell it right under their noses.

"It's okay. They look similar, but you'll be able to taste the difference once they're imported."

Sang Yu brushed the matter off lightly and began to make preparations, but she knew in her heart that this business wouldn't last long, at least not in Anxinfang.

Once the first imitator appears, the second and third will quickly appear. At the beginning, they don’t know how the product is received in other places, so they will only steal her original customers in the market she has opened up.

Once she changes her position, these people will quickly cling to her like leeches and further erode the market.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that she will stop making money from selling cold pot skewers. She has full confidence in the base ingredients she has prepared, and the unique taste will definitely occupy a certain market share.

But making money in the future will definitely not be as easy as it is now. In addition, they have earned almost ten taels of silver this week, so she suddenly felt that she didn't necessarily have to do this business.

Sang Yu and her family's stall has limited purchases as usual.

There was a new guest today. He was not satisfied with just nine skewers, but instead it completely aroused his cravings.

I saw a new cold pot skewers restaurant opened not far away, so I went over to try the food.

"How much are these skewers? Also ten cents for three?" He looked at the skewers in the bucket curiously. They looked similar to the ones he just bought.

The stall owner was about 28 or 29 years old. When someone finally approached to ask, he immediately greeted them with a smile: "Yes, yes, our stall has just opened. Would you like to try one?"

"Then have one."

He still had some sense left, knowing that this was a newly opened stall and he didn't know whether the food would taste good or not, so he ordered a large amount before it was served.

The same bamboo sticks, bamboo tubes, skewers and dishes all look pretty good.

The man picked up a string of crooked bean curd and slowly put it into his mouth. He couldn't help frowning as soon as he took a bite.

The bean curd was cooked too long and tasted like chewing a straw mat. The soup was also too salty and the cornelian yu powder seemed to have been unmixed, making it go straight to my head.

After trying for a while, he was unable to swallow the piece of bean skin that was difficult to chew, so he simply spit it into the bamboo tube.

"Have you ever tasted it yourself before selling it? Is this tofu skin for human consumption?" The man questioned the stall owner while stroking his cheek which was sore from chewing it.

"Uh, it tastes okay to me. How about changing it for you?"

The stall owner was expecting him to give praise, but he didn't expect that all he got was questions.

"No, the taste is not right, give me your money back!" After tasting it, the man no longer wanted to take a second bite, let alone change for another one. He just shouted for his money back.

Seeing that the situation was about to get more and more serious, the stall owner finally gave in and returned the money to the man.

After finally getting rid of this troublesome customer, the stall owner couldn't help but sigh.

He said that he had not yet figured out the taste of the soup base, but his mother at home kept urging him to hurry up and seize the opportunity, as if he would be throwing away money if he didn't come over to sell skewers right away.

As a result, the taste was not right and people couldn't get used to it and refused to buy it. What would he do if he couldn't sell these two big buckets of skewers?

The commotion over there had nothing to do with Sang Yu. After selling skewers for a while, she switched with Sang Yongjing, letting him sell while she sat aside to rest.

Zhang Xiu Lan and Wang Cheng Ping have had a very difficult time recently. They originally thought that they were just a simple father and daughter and that they could be easily dealt with by calling a few brothers.

However, he did not expect that the original plan would fail, and he lost both his wife and his army. Not only did he lose money, but he also suffered injuries and was temporarily unable to open the stall.

As the debt gap grew larger and larger, the atmosphere at home became more and more depressing.

The couple could no longer sit still and didn't care whether they could make money or not. They just wanted to sell the malt candies they had stockpiled.

Although there is a lot of malt sugar on hand, if I sell a little bit in each market, I will eventually sell it all out.

Today, after the two of them finished selling things at Anxinfang, they were about to go home when they heard the stall owners next to them talking about the interesting things that happened in Area A recently.