Chapter 124 Stealing Business

The people who couldn't squeeze in at Fan Qingyi's place turned around and walked towards the shouting.

"Comrade, what dishes do you have here?"

The stall owner greeted enthusiastically, opening the cans to show people, "There are stir-fried cabbage with bacon, shredded potatoes, fried eggs with tomatoes, fried eggplant with minced meat, and thick dumpling soup, free of charge..."

At the end, he deliberately glanced at Fan Qingyi's stall and quoted the price.

When the man heard it, his eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly greeted his companions.

"Come on, come here quickly, we also have stir-fried vegetables and rice here, and they are cheaper than over there."

When he said this, everyone in the queue at Fan Qingyi's place turned their heads, and the stall owner shouted happily, "Vegetables are four cents a portion, pickled vegetables are 1.3 cents, and thick dumpling soup is free, and white flour steamed buns are also given away, cheap and affordable..."

"Hey, it's cheaper over there than here, vegetarian dishes are one cent cheaper, pickled vegetables are two cents cheaper, and it will be thirty cents in the next ten days..."

"Yeah, why don't we go there to buy it?" "

...Okay, let's go there and take a look."

As soon as the person said he would leave, two more people did. Li Zhenzhu held Xiao Shanhu and stared at the person who was stealing her business across the street, stamping her feet in anxiety.

Li Liuli pursed her lips tightly, obviously not happy either.

Fan Qingyi raised his eyes and met the smug look of the stall owner opposite him, who dodged guiltily.

Fearing Fan Qingyi's revenge, he pulled out a kitchen knife from under the cart and chopped the front of the cart.

He looked at Fan Qingyi provocatively again.

Fan Qingyi lowered his eyes and ignored him.

Although a wave of customers left, the food Fan Qingyi prepared today was still sold out.

The customers who arrived later were called over by the stall owner opposite.

Fan Qingyi took his eldest daughter to close the stall.

Jiang Yanhong finished her work and came over to see the situation. Seeing that their clay pots were clean, her happy face was full of smiles.

"That's great."

[My sister-in-law finally made it. Gradually, more and more customers came back. The business became stable and they made money every day. They didn't have to worry about going hungry.]

Fan Qingyi knew that she was doing it for him, so he smiled and nodded.

Li Zhenzhu wanted to complain to Jiang Yanhong several times, but her mother and elder sister said nothing. She didn't ask them, and she didn't dare to say anything. She could only look back and forth between Li Liuli and Fan Qingyi unhappily. Jiang Yanhong noticed it

and asked her with a smile, "Zhuzhu, what's wrong? Do you have something to say to your aunt?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the stall owner opposite started shouting again, "The big white steamed buns just out of the pot are free, vegetarian dishes are four cents a portion, and pickled vegetables are 1.3 cents. Buy three servings of vegetables and get a big white steamed bun for free..."

Jiang Yanhong frowned immediately and turned her head to look over.

When they saw the things on that person's stall, their faces turned pale.

"They learned from you!"

Li Zhenzhu nodded gloomily.

"Sister-in-law."

Fan Qingyi pulled the corner of his mouth to comfort Jiang Yanhong, "Rice and stir-fried dishes, there is no reason why I can sell them and they can't."

"That's what you said, but you are the first to sell it, and they do this..."

Jiang Yanhong felt aggrieved, but there was really no way to talk about this.

Just like others sell hand-rolled noodles, they also sell it, they also came later, are they allowed to sell it and others are not allowed to sell it?

It doesn't make sense.

"Then just watch them snatch our customers?"

Fan Qingyi glanced at the dishes in the hands of the diners on the other stall and smiled faintly.

"The purpose of setting up a stall to sell food is to give people a choice. If customers think their food is good, they choose to go there. That's their ability."

Fair competition, everyone relies on their ability.

"... Of course, if their food is not good, customers will still come back to eat at my place after eating there twice."

Jiang Yanhong was stunned, and after a while, she reacted and nodded with frowns.

"That's the truth, but..."

After going there twice, wouldn't they make less money twice?

Fan Qingyi knocked on the clay pot and motioned her to look down, "All the dishes I prepared these days were sold out. If they don't eat the ones opposite, they will eat from other places..."

Jiang Yanhong, "...that's right."

She stared at the clay pot opposite for a while, and whispered to Fan Qingyi, "How about we change the clay pot to a bigger one? The more you put in it, the more you sell."

"This clay pot is already medium-sized. There are seven clay pots, six dishes and one soup. There must be space left for bowls, chopsticks, benches, cakes and pickled vegetables. It's full. There's really no room."

Jiang Yanhong felt very sorry and smacked her lips, "Why is this cart so small?"

Fan Qingyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Song Youwei packed up his things and came over with a cart. Fan Qingyi called Jiang Yanhong, "Hurry up and go back. We're going back too."

The two said goodbye. Fan Qingyi took the cart home with the children to prepare dishes for the next day.

In the next few days, the other party not only copied Fan Qingyi's selling methods, but also copied her dishes.

However, the dishes did not taste as good as Fan Qingyi's, and the customers complained loudly several times.

The stall owner smiled and said, "I'll give you another spoonful of meatball soup..."

He even copied the soup.

The customer was dissatisfied, "They gave eight meatballs, but you only gave two meatballs, and the soup is just like water..."

"Look at what you said, they are three cents more expensive than me."

Most customers will keep quiet for the sake of saving a few cents.

Among the guests dining at Fan Qingyi's restaurant, someone stepped forward and jokingly advised her, "Sister-in-law, they are three cents cheaper than you, please give us a discount too. We have never eaten there, and we won't go there in the future. We will eat at your restaurant, ah..."

"My small business has to pay for rice, vegetables, meat and oil. I only make hard-earned money, so I can't do less."

Fan Qingyi responded with a smile, "But I can give you two more pickled sour beans that I pickled myself."

The other party smacked his lips, feeling a little sorry, but when he heard about the sour beans, he smiled and became more demanding, "Three."

Fan Qingyi raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the other party, then swept his gaze over the people who were queuing and listening to them, and smiled, "Yes."

"Sister-in-law is so generous."

The man said cheerfully and whispered a gossip to Fan Qingyi, "There was someone who was eating over there in our workshop. He said that the cabbage seemed to be leftover yesterday, and he had a stomachache for the whole afternoon..."

Fan Qingyi frowned slightly and glanced at the bustling scene on the opposite side.

Shaking his head, "These are all fresh ingredients. I guarantee that they will be fried every morning and sold on the same day. We will eat the unsold ones ourselves. We also raise chickens, ducks, geese and pigs at home, so we won't give you leftovers."

"Of course I trust my sister-in-law. We have been eating here for so long and nothing happened. He wanted to get a bargain, and got an upset stomach after just a few days..."

The man clicked his tongue twice, looked at the vegetables in the clay pot, swallowed his saliva, and was about to name the dishes.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out on the opposite side.

"Your vegetables are what was left over yesterday. Look for yourself, the colors of these two beans are completely different..."

"Hey, don't ruin my reputation. My vegetables are all picked and fried on the same day. They are so fresh, how can there be leftovers..."