The industrial park is not open to the public for leasing.
Therefore, workers either buy groceries directly from the market outside the factory area and cook them at home.
Alternatively, you can just eat at the cafeteria.
No matter how delicious the cafeteria food is, how much meat and vegetables it has, after eating there for a long time, you'll always want to eat something different.
The food street has opened, and most of the people gathered here today are from the motorcycle factory.
To be honest, there were quite a lot of people there.
Some even brought their families, and suddenly the line stretched as far as the eye could see.
Putting everything else aside, the motorcycle factory alone is enough to keep this food street busy.
Sha Zhu and Liu Zhaodi were stunned by the sea of people.
"Brother, why are there so many people?" He Yushui was also standing on it, looking at the situation below.
They were in a detached two-story building. This was specially built by Dongfang Fuxing specifically for his private kitchen. He didn't serve the so-called Tan family cuisine, but rather Sichuan cuisine; he wasn't really confident about serving Tan family cuisine. The ingredients were expensive, and the preparation time was long. After discussing it with his wife, they decided to put up a sign first, and see if it suited the customers' tastes.
Once the customer base settles in, we'll see if Tan Family Cuisine can sell.
There were quite a few people, but Sha Zhu was still a little worried.
Because their location wasn't on the street, but rather in a more inward-facing area.
Unfortunately, private kitchens have high requirements for the environment and cannot be built along the street. The independent courtyard made Sha Zhu feel uneasy.
"Brother, should we go out and solicit customers?" He Yushui asked.
"No need, there are too many people." Liu Zhaodi could see clearly that there were at least tens of thousands of people scattered around: "If you go out, you might not be able to come back."
"Alright, let's wait and see. We'll probably have some business today."
When Sha Zhu heard what his wife said, he understood. With this number of people, not to mention anything else, there might not even be enough materials prepared in other places to eat.
I'm not afraid of no one coming.
No matter what, it's a food street. We've already come all this way, are we just going to leave like that?
Compared to Sha Zhu's anxiety.
Yan Bugui's situation was much easier.
The three older women kept complaining: "Why did you all have to join in this fun? Wang Shouren was smart enough not to come here. Why didn't he come at any other time? He had to come today..."
"Mom, we're not here to eat, we're here to find the recipe," Yan Jiecheng explained helplessly.
He never expected that the crowds would be this dense today.
“If you ask me, I just looked at the map. Just look around this area. Those private kitchens and restaurants inside are all traditional establishments and not suitable for you.” Yan Bugui saw it clearly: “Actually, it would be better to come back in a few days, but since we’re already here, let’s take a look.”
The food street is nicely decorated; at least, it lives up to the description of "antique charm." The street is well-connected, and the aromas wafting from the shops on both sides are tempting the taste buds of diners.
The food street is divided into three sections. The first section features more affordable options. This section occupies the largest area, taking up at least 80% of the street. The remaining 15% is reserved for private kitchens like Sha Zhu's, and the final 5% is for established restaurants.
Each area has its own price range. When you enter the food street, you can see a large map that marks the approximate price level of each area.
This labeling method is quite user-friendly; at least it serves as a way to attract customers. Those who don't want to squeeze in with the crowds outside can go inside.
Because of this label, Sha Zhu's private kitchen has received quite a few customers.
He's been doing this for so many years, and with the backing of Oriental Revival, there are still many people willing to pay for it.
That day, Sha Zhu's hands were so numb from working so hard.
In the evening, he was squatting outside smoking, panting heavily, with his apprentice, Ma Hua, squatting next to him.
He joined in the smoking.
Ma Hua, whom he brought from the steel mill, is different from the original story. Ma Hua didn't suffer abuse from Sha Zhu. On the contrary, because he was constantly rejected, Sha Zhu focused most of his energy on cooking, and would sometimes share some ingredients with Ma Hua. Later, when he started his own restaurant, he would take Ma Hua with him. While they might not have gotten rich, Ma Hua certainly made a decent living by following Sha Zhu around.
“Master, at this level, we don’t have enough staff in the kitchen.” Ma Hua said while smoking a cigarette, “I reckon we need seven or eight people to keep up. We can do this for a week or two without any problems, but after a while, our hands will be ruined.”
It's not that MCA members can't endure hardship.
It's because people get older. After 30, most normal people's bodies start to decline, and if they are not careful, something bad will happen.
If you pay close attention, you can always sense it.
"I just don't know how long this situation can last. If we hire someone and then have to find someone else, it will be a problem."
"What are you two talking about?" Liu Zhaodi came out of the room, her face beaming with joy.
"So? Got it?" Sha Zhu glanced at his wife, then squatted there, not moving. He was exhausted today and really didn't want to move.
"I've figured it out! You'll never guess how much our sales will be today!"
"Nothing unexpected, I reckon it's over 10,000, right?" Sha Zhu waved his hand.
"How did you know?" Liu Zhaodi was stunned.
"How would I know? How could I not know? Today, from the beginning to the end, it hasn't stopped. How many things have passed through my hands? How could I not know?"
To be honest, the prices at this private kitchen were really high; in modern terms, it cost over eighty yuan per person, making them incredibly profitable. As for Ma Hua, there was no point in hiding anything, so Sha Zhu just told him directly.
"Good heavens, this month, I must have earned tens of thousands!" Ma Hua was stunned.
"Come on, if business were this good every day, it would be fine, but today can't be considered normal." Sha Zhu was still quite clear-headed: "Our place can only accommodate a dozen or so tables at a time, no more. What proper restaurant is packed all day long? If you ask me, we're lucky if we can handle two rounds of lunch and dinner. The private rooms upstairs are higher up. Actually, it's not that tiring."
Sha Zhu did a quick calculation: "If we go for something more high-end, we can make even more money."
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