As Old Man Qu said this, he ran over to Qu Songsheng's stall and offered advice: "Songsheng, lower the price quickly and ask for 10 cents a bowl as well."
"I'll help you shout."
"If you don't shout, this pot of soup will be smashed in your hands today."
Qu Songsheng looked at his own soup and refused to lower the price: "Dad, no need. The soup that costs 20 cents is different from the soup that costs 10 cents."
"My food is rich and delicious!"
"It tastes good, but it's useless."
Old Man Qu disagreed: "Who among those who come to work on the river in such cold weather doesn't come from a poor family?"
"What we want is a warming drink, and the cheaper the better."
"It's just a stall. Why are you so particular about the taste? You think you're running a restaurant."
"Anyway, I won't lower the price."
Qu Songsheng's bone soup is something he learned by visiting several restaurants recently.
The taste is the result of repeated experiments and research by our family.
I also added white pepper to the soup to dispel cold and warm the stomach.
The soup he made with care is only five cents more expensive per bowl than other places if you buy two bowls.
He didn't believe that anyone who had drunk his soup would be reluctant to spend an extra five cents.
"You're a stubborn, wooden idiot."
Seeing that his son was disobedient, Old Man Qu left in anger.
He just said something stern: "You took my kindness for granted. When you lose everything you earned yesterday, don't go home and cry."
"My dad won't cry. Just wait and see. Our business will pick up soon."
Qu Manman replied proudly in her heart, very confident.
So what if many people are competing for business?
Looking across the entire riverbank, everyone else was cooking with small pots and stoves brought in on the spot.
Only Qu Songsheng had a large charcoal stove and a large pancake making pot.
The temperature in winter is not high enough, so the taste of food will be compromised.
Not to mention the taste of the braised pork and eggs, which is a secret recipe that Qu Songsheng learned in the army.
Thousands of soldiers thought it was delicious.
How can it compare to those home-cooked dishes that are hastily prepared and sold?
After hearing his daughter's words, Qu Songsheng felt much more relieved.
Seeing other restaurants rushing to attract customers, he also bravely shouted: "Come and take a look, hot broth with pancakes, and free pickles. It warms the stomach and tastes just as good as the ones in big restaurants..."
After being recruited by him, many river workers who had eaten there yesterday came to his house.
Of course, more people went to other people's homes to drink cheap broth and eat cheap steamed buns or cakes.
Although cheap.
But the soup was not flavorful enough, and the steamed buns were bland, not as fragrant as the golden-baked pancakes.
The braised meat and other side dishes are even less flavorful...
After one bowl, no one wants to drink a second bowl.
So, at the beginning, there were only a few people around Qu Songsheng's stall.
Gradually, the place was crowded with people asking for soup and pancakes. The couple was so busy that they barely had time to take a break.
"That's really weird. They all have the same bones, cabbage, radish, and tofu! Why do they all like his?"
Qu Baosheng's father-in-law, Old Man Sun, also brought a coal stove and cooked a pot of meat soup to sell.
His small pot could only hold twenty bowls of soup at most, and he didn't sell them all.
Even the few pounds of hot pancakes brought from the pot were only half sold.
But he watched helplessly as Qu Songsheng sold no less than a hundred bowls of soup in a short while, and sold pancakes one by one, with the supply exceeding the demand...
It wasn't just Old Man Sun who was puzzled.
The other food sellers in the village were also puzzled.
Someone quietly walked over to Qu Songsheng's food stall and asked with a smile, "Songsheng, can you give me a bowl too?"
"Okay—we're from the same village, and you helped me when my house caught fire. I'll give you ten cents a bowl."
Qu Songsheng did not offer it for free, but only gave it a slightly cheaper price.
Forget it, if the whole village comes to drink, he won’t be able to handle it.
When the other party tasted the soup, he immediately showed a look of surprise.
Then he drank it happily and paid the money.
Seeing this, Old Man Sun stood by and rolled his eyes a few times, then packed up his stall and left.
Qu Songsheng knew that within a few days, the taste of his bone soup would be imitated by others.
But it doesn't matter, he has other things to do besides the food business.
That night, the couple was so busy that they were exhausted. They just got home and had no time to count how much money they had earned that day.
Old Mrs. Qu came to the house, and the mother and son had not spoken to each other for many days.
The first thing she said was, "How do you make that soup? Do you have a recipe?"
"mom--"
Qu Songsheng looked at Old Lady Qu speechlessly: "I just run a small business, and you want to snatch it from me, Mom?"
Old Lady Qu: "Aren't there enough people trying to steal business on the riverbank? We're a family, can't we make money together?"
Qu Songsheng suppressed his anger after hearing this: "Mom, you only see me making money, why don't you see my capital? My car, my stove. My charcoal-grilled meat and egg noodles, cabbage, radish and tofu, which one of them didn't I borrow money to get?"
"And when we split up the family business, you only gave me half a bag of wheat. Wanxia and I have been borrowing even for food and drink for the past two months."
"I have a lot of debts that I haven't paid off yet. You want me to give you some of my business. When will I be able to earn enough money to pay off my debts?"
When the family division was mentioned, Mrs. Qu turned her face away and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Why are you bringing up the past?"
Then he angrily hugged Qu Yingying and left.
"Is that all? Mom seems to have changed a little?"
Lin Wanxia looked at this scene and was a little surprised.
"Because Mom isn't asking this for herself."
Qu Songsheng knew the old lady very well, and then followed her quietly.
Sure enough, I saw my eldest brother Qu Baosheng anxiously asking Old Lady Qu: "Mom, is Songsheng really not going to tell me?"
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