Chapter 147 Keeping a distance is the way to get along for a long time

"What nonsense are you talking about? The dish is right there. We know whether the customer wants it or not and how many servings he wants."

Aunt Song frowned, "Can it appear out of thin air?"

"I don't believe it either, but it has happened several times..." Jiang Yanhong also frowned, "Yeah, it can't appear out of thin air, right?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other, and Aunt Song said, "Maybe there is another place for the dishes in the store. Your sister-in-law is not convenient to tell us, so don't talk about this outside."

Jiang Yanhong nodded.

Aunt Song looked at her obedient daughter-in-law and pointed at her again, "Don't care about what you shouldn't care about, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, everyone has their own secrets, keeping a distance is the way to get along for a long time."

"Mom, I understand this principle. I just said a few words to you, and I didn't say a word to my sister-in-law."

Jiang Yanhong smiled at Aunt Song.

Aunt Song nodded, "It's good that you know. Your sister-in-law is willing to lead our family to make money. That is the affection between us. We can't ruin the affection between the two families because of these trivial matters."

Jiang Yanhong nodded repeatedly. She

deeply believed what her mother-in-law said.

If it weren't for the fact that her mother-in-law saved her sister-in-law's life and took her in, her sister-in-law wouldn't trust them so much and give them so much money for free. This affection is worth a lot of money.

Sister-in-law is much better at doing business than them. As long as this affection lasts, following sister-in-law in the future will definitely make more money than they would by themselves!

Neither the mother-in-law nor the daughter-in-law said anything, and Jiang Yanhong no longer cared about the number of dishes, and only focused on doing her job every day.

Not to mention, they have made a lot of money in the past ten days.

Ten more pots were added, and no more could be added. The store was too small and could not accommodate so many people.

Someone asked if they could cook and take away. When Fan Qingyi said there was no way, Xiao Shanhu kicked her legs and shouted, "Yes! Mom, the spicy hot pot can be cooked and taken away. Cook it with bone soup and add a special sauce. The taste is also great. 】

Li Shanhu said that it was a perfect substitute for skewers lovers.

Oh, yes, and her favorite oden.

When Fan Qing heard her daughter's thoughts, she spent two days getting the oden recipe from her, and then spent time organizing it and gave it to Song Youwei.

She was really too busy, and since there was a way to make money, of course she would share it with someone she trusted.

"Sister-in-law, are you going to give this oden to us?" Jiang Yanhong was surprised and happy.

Fan Qingyi smiled and nodded, "This is simple and easy to do. Cheng Ran's father is still selling noodles at the door at noon. He can set up a stall at the door of our store in the evening..."

"That won't work. Wouldn't that mean he's stealing customers from my sister-in-law?"

Jiang Yanhong waved her hands quickly, "No, no."

"How will it steal customers?" Fan Qingyi shook his head, "We have a new feature at the door, which will attract more customers. They have different choices. This is called mutual achievement."

Jiang Yanhong exclaimed, turned her head to look at Aunt Song, "Mom, do you believe it?"

Aunt Song's mouth twitched, glanced at her daughter-in-law, and looked at Fan Qingyi, "If you think it's okay, let Youwei try it."

"You need to seize the initiative to make money. From what I have inquired, there is no one selling oden in our town at present. You can give it a try."

Fan Qing said, "The bones from the shop where I got the meat are free. I will divide a few of them for Cheng Ran's father to cook bone soup. The bone soup can be used to cook various meatballs and the like. There is only one problem. This oden requires a lot of bamboo sticks..."

She pointed at the bamboo sticks drawn on the paper and looked at Aunt Song.

Aunt Song hesitated for only two seconds, then looked at her son, "Let Youwei think of a way. In such a big town, can't you find two carpenters who can do this job? If you really can't find any, there are plenty in our village."

Song Youwei poked his head to take a look, indicating that he could do it.

Aunt Song frowned and glanced at him, "You spend all your time making bamboo sticks, are you still going to sell them?"

Song Youwei rubbed his head and forced a smile, "I listen to my mother."

"Find someone to do it, don't save this little money, you will earn it back sooner or later." Aunt Song showed unprecedented decisiveness, and it was her decisiveness that gave the Song family's oden the opportunity to step onto the big stage of the city in the future.

Fan Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, she was still worried that Aunt Song would refuse.

Aunt Song did not say thank you because she felt that thanking her was too shallow, and planned to tell her son and daughter-in-law to take care of them in the future.

And Cheng Ran, he also needs to be taught well, and he should know how to protect his three younger sisters when he grows up.

Although she couldn't say much, she had learned the words "return a favor" and "repay a favor" from her father when she was a child.

The relationship between the two families became closer because of these events.

Song Youwei's oden stall was quickly set up. Many customers who went home after work and had hot pot would take a few skewers home to their wives and daughters.

Those who couldn't get a queue for hot pot would also order a few skewers to satisfy their cravings. Those

who were in a hurry to go to work would also order a few skewers and eat while walking, which was convenient and time-saving.

Several hot pot restaurants followed suit and opened nearby, trying to steal Fan Qingyi's business.

Unfortunately, their costs were high and they couldn't lower the price. Fan Qingyi grew the food for his own use, so he was making a profit no matter how much he sold. They couldn't afford it.

Second, their soup bases are too simple, and compared with Fan Qingyi's 70 or 80 kinds of soup bases, which are constantly updated, it is even less interesting.

Third...

some people have been there twice, but not for the third time.

Fan Qingyi's rotary hot pot business is still very popular.

On the day of Laba, the textile factory took a few hours off to socialize with the machinery factory on the other side of the town.

When it was time for dinner, many people came out of the textile factory in pairs.

Many people went straight to Fan Qingyi's hot pot.

"Why are you running? Don't you have eyes?"

In the crowd, Li Sangchen raised his hands to protect his target, Wang Jiajia, and spit at the male worker who was pulling the girl, and called Wang Jiajia in a flattering way.

"Jia Jia, I heard there's a hot pot restaurant nearby, it's delicious, I'll take you there to try it?"

Wang Jia Jia's eyes were full of impatience, her face expressionless, she hummed in a neutral tone.

Li Sang Chen was so happy that he waved his hands, "Make way, make way."

Protecting Wang Jiajia, he walked across the street.

When he got to the front, he ignored the people in the queue and shouted to make way and squeezed into the store.

Who could let him?

Someone immediately reached out and pulled him back, "What are you doing? Can't you see that everyone is queuing?"

"That's right, why are you squeezing? If squeezing is useful, we would have squeezed in long ago."

Li Sangchen frowned, "You...are you all waiting in line to eat hot pot?"

"You're not waiting to eat hot pot, you're waiting to eat your third bowl of food?"

"Hey, how can you talk like that?" Li Sangchen's face sank, and he was about to roll up his sleeves.

The man was not someone to be trifled with, so he also rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong biceps.

Li Sangchen was stunned for a moment, and forced a

smile. Just as he was about to ask for mercy, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Song Youwei, who was smiling, "Brother Youwei." Song Youwei subconsciously agreed, and when he looked up and saw Li Sangchen, his smile froze immediately.

Someone in the store greeted with a smile, "Sister Fan, I want a golden soup base today, a beef roll, a lamb roll..."

Li Sangchen realized something, and suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Song Youwei.

"Is this store opened by a scavenger?"