Chapter 116 Wholesale Malatang
With He Zhengchen's support, the production of Malatang reached 60,000 the next day.
Shen Qingyue left 15,000 yuan worth of spicy hot pot for the steel plant.
She was just about to drive to deliver goods to the stores and shops below and hadn't even left yet.
Jiang Yu took a note and went to Shen Qingyue and said, "These are all people who came to the steel plant to look for the goods they want."
People outside don’t know where Shen Qingyue’s home is.
You can only look for the special window of the steel plant.
Many of them are individuals, without shops or even stalls.
They are the ones who sell goods on the streets.
There are always smart people in every era.
Malatang is well-known in the county, and everyone can see it.
In the past, the inventory was insufficient and only steel mills supplied it. Now that the quantity is sufficient and it is being shipped out, other people also want to get a piece of the pie.
Shen Qingyue asked, "The spicy hot pot dumplings can only be stored for one day, and the minimum order is two thousand."
Jiang Yu said, "Yes. I also said that we should pay first and get the goods first. They agreed, so I let them leave my phone number."
In this case, Shen Qingyue called them.
Sure enough, many people who left their store phone numbers were almost all waiting by the phone.
Shen Qingyue gave the newbies one thousand to try, and forty-five thousand were gone in a flash.
Those big grocery stores can’t increase their sales volume even if they want to.
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Previously, you could only ask someone to buy spicy hot pot for you, but now you can buy it at any store.
There are even small pots propped up on stoves on the roadside. You can buy them from stores and bring them here to cook, but you have to pay a dime for the labor.
Most working people don’t have time to go home and cook.
Now that we have this kind of roadside cooking service, we can save ourselves the trouble.
I went to the store next door and bought a spicy hot pot bun and cooked it directly there.
The man took the noodles with a smile and asked, "Do you want it to be cooked softer or harder?"
There's something about this thing. If it's harder, the noodles will feel chewy, while if it's something like kelp and potato chips, it will feel crispy.
Some people like to eat soft ones. The soft corn noodles are almost melted, sticky and glutinous. The vegetables are also soft and mushy, and when dipped in the spicy hot pot sauce, they become sticky and more flavorful.
"A harder one."
The girls who had finished their purchases stood by and waited, occasionally chatting with the noodle cook: "Why don't you sell some in bulk? You can make more money this way!"
"It's not that expensive." He also saw the business opportunity. When he passed by, he heard that they had bought something but had no place to cook it. He thought that he had a stove and pot at home, and the water and carbon were almost free.
Any free money earned is good.
I didn't know if it would work before I came here.
He has a good attitude and thinks that if he doesn't make any money, he won't lose anything.
Unexpectedly, everyone was quite supportive.
It only takes a minute or two to boil spicy hot pot in boiling water.
He scooped up the noodles, collected the money, and cooked the next portion.
There's a long line here. A quick glance suggests there are about thirty people. Ten cents per person is three yuan. If this number were to happen every day, it would be as long as work.
The more the stall owner thought about it, the more excited he became, and the smile on his face became more sincere.
The nephew who was selling things in the shop next door frowned and observed for a long time before running out to say to his uncle, "This guy really knows how to make money. He's making something for nothing."
The more he thought about it, the more resentful he became: "We might as well earn this money. Setting up a stall in front of the store wouldn't be that hard."
The vendor said, "You only watched the thief eat the meat, but didn't see him get beaten. Do you think it's comfortable to cook noodles in front of the stove in such hot weather?"
He wasn't jealous at all.
Even though there are not many people in the store, the profits are still quite high.
To earn this dime, not only is it hard work, but if someone takes advantage of the situation and steals something while you are cooking noodles, no amount of bowls of malatang will be enough to compensate you.
The shop owner said, "Besides, what he does is good for us too."
The spicy hotpot used to be sold at peak times after work, but now half of it is sold out by noon. I don’t think there will be enough to sell by the evening!
Once the spicy hot pot sauce is added, the aroma is overwhelming.
Not to mention the girls at work, even he was craving it. He would take two packets and cook a bowl for himself and his nephew.
They say this thing sells out quickly because it tastes good.
He has been eating it for two days in a row and still can't get enough.
The nephew who was selling the shop said, "Then tell Shen Qingyue tomorrow to leave some more spicy hot pot dumplings."
The shop owner gave his nephew an approving look and said, "We're on the same page. Okay, spend twenty cents and cook two bowls for us to eat. I want something a little firmer."
"Oh..." The nephew agreed happily.
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Shen Qingyue returned to the village and just parked the car and went to change her clothes. She really felt that the weather was getting hotter day by day.
It's still hot even when driving around.
After changing clothes, I went to the kitchen. Fat chef Chen Huai was frying shrimp cakes. The batter was full of large shrimp meat.
Chen Huai was extremely satisfied with this "little snack". He just fried a few and put them aside without having time to eat them.
Seeing Shen Qingyue coming back, he said, "Boss, the sour plum soup is in the casserole." The sour jujube kernels, hawthorn and other ingredients of the sour plum soup can be boiled three times, each time becoming lighter.
This is the first pot.
Shen Qingyue found a clean small bowl and scooped a jar of it. The sour taste was refreshing.
Chen Huai even gave the shrimp cake to Shen Qingyue to try as if it were a treasure: "This prawn is really good, the meat is thick."
In the past, when I had some seafood at my master's house, I had to cook it myself and eat it all by myself. But it's better here. I can make a whole basket with just the big shrimps.
I made some braised food yesterday but didn’t eat it all. There was some left over, so I chopped it into shrimp pieces and made shrimp cakes today.
This thing has to be eaten while it's hot. Shen Qingyue took one and found that the shrimp cake was made with solid ingredients.
Salt and pepper are added to the noodles, and the prawns inside also enhance the flavor. The shrimp cakes are thick, with lots of shrimp meat inside, and they taste crispy!
Shen Qingyue wasn't hungry at all. One shrimp cake wasn't enough, so she ate two more: "Delicious."
This was made by Fatty Chen Huai himself. It could only be shared by seven people. Shen Qingyue ate three of them, and the rest were his.
Chen Huai was delighted to hear the compliment: "Of course not."
He loves to think about food, and he is not afraid of putting in any effort just to get a bite.
Shen Qingyue said: "You can use these things as you like. If there is anything you want to eat, I will go buy it." Since she hired this chef, she has been completely liberated.
For the first time, I felt the joy of eating ready-made food.
Chen Huai smiled and said, "Okay." He waited until the fourth shrimp cake was ready and stuffed one into his mouth without even thinking it was too hot. He hissed because it was so hot, but he ate it anyway. It was so delicious!
After finishing the meal, Chen Huaicai asked, "Where's He Zhengchen?"
Shen Qingyue said, "Let's go out and measure the land." She saw the contractor Zhou Jinbao before returning to the village.
Chen Huai was a little envious: "He is the child of a wealthy family."
Shen Qingyue sighed: "How did you tell that?"
Chen Huai turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and rushed to the kitchen, but he actually understood this.
The fat chef Chen Huai said, "I saw his watch, a Swiss mechanical watch. And what brand are his leather shoes? We don't have them here anyway."
He knew all this from meeting some powerful people at his master's place and hearing them brag about it.
He Zhengchen didn't show off, and at first the fat chef Chen Huai thought they were the same.
As a result, although they both work, he rents a house while others buy land and build houses. The difference is obvious at once.
Looking again, I saw that Xiao He was wearing something unusual.
Chen Huai could only sigh while eating the shrimp cakes. He had finally managed to bake the last two shrimp cakes, and he wanted to find a quiet corner to eat them slowly!
Who knew that as soon as you mention Cao Cao, Cao Cao would appear. Chen Huai hadn't seen He Zhengchen all morning, and now he was here.
Chen Huai subconsciously protected his shrimp pancakes. He was a bit protective of his food. He certainly didn't protect his boss Shen Qingyue, but he was not so polite to others.
Who knew that when He Zhengchen saw him holding the small plate, he smiled, and as he feared, it came true. He actually came over and snatched two small cakes from his hand to eat.
He Zhengchen said: "Not bad."
Chen Huaicai ate one, and there was only one left for him? So he quickly took the other one into his mouth and said to Shen Qingyue vaguely: "How can this be? You take care of him!"
Shen Qingyue was happy.
He Zhengchen said: "I'll give it to you later..."
Chen Huai ate the shrimp cake whole and said, "You still haven't given me the honey you mentioned last time."
He Zhengchen said, "Let's keep track of the accounts first." Then he brought in a palm-sized ham.
Chen Huai's eyes suddenly lit up: "You have such a good thing, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Although this ham is not very big, its color and texture show that it is a genuine aged ham that is at least six years old.
Stewing tofu with this, wow, just thinking about it makes it delicious, and it immediately puts the past behind He Zhengchen's fight over the shrimp cakes.
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