Chapter 215 Word of Mouth Effect
The chili oil Lu Xiang fried was incredibly fragrant. The three women in the shop all came over to watch; they had never fried chili oil before. The chilies were expensive, not to mention the oil.
It turns out that the mixture of chili and hot oil actually has this kind of fragrance.
When Aunt Cai saw the fragrant red oil, she said, "Wow, this smells so good!"
Lu Xiang said, "It's okay." She used a lot of spices, and the blend was just right for making malatang.
The new store opened, and they washed and prepared the dishes. By noon they had put up the sign.
There are only three words written on it: Malatang.
During lunch break, people from the steel plant came out, and many of them were attracted by the aroma of chili oil.
A closer look revealed a new store had opened.
Come over and take a look immediately, they don’t know what malatang is.
Among them, a young man ran the fastest. When he came in and saw Lu Xiang, he immediately said, "Hey, aren't you the one... the one..." He hesitated for a long time and finally recognized Lu Xiang.
It’s just that Lu Xiang has been selling pork offal for a long time.
He had forgotten the taste of pork offal, but he remembered that what Lu Xiang sold back then was delicious.
As soon as I saw the shop she opened, I felt an inexplicable sense of trust: "How do you sell this thing?"
Lu Xiang said, "One yuan per portion. You can add as many vegetables as you want. And when you cook, you can get a portion of noodles."
One dollar a portion? It wasn't expensive at all. He immediately said, "Give me one!"
Look at the more than 20 kinds of dishes here.
I used a small basket to pick up two pieces of each dish, and the basket was full. I couldn't fit any more in.
Then he handed it to Lu Xiang, who took the small basket and boiled it for a while. Then he asked him what noodles he wanted. The store had two kinds of noodles: local cold noodles and local corn grits noodles.
The young man hesitated: "I want to try them all."
Lu Xiang said, "Sure!" and picked some of each for him.
After blanching, put it in the bowl, full of it.
After finishing, ask him what flavor he wants, spicy, sour or sweet are all fine.
The young man thought about it and didn't know which one would taste better: "Just make me a normal flavor!"
Lu Xiang adjusted it to a spicy taste.
The taste is even more fragrant, and it is covered with a lot of sauce, especially the red oil on top, which looks delicious. There are also crushed peanuts and fried soybeans in it.
As soon as the spicy hotpot was in his hand, the young man swallowed deeply.
I immediately sat down at the small table next to me and picked up my chopsticks to mix the ingredients evenly. Every noodle was coated with the sauce. Then I ate it and it tasted amazing.
It was spicy and numbing, the vegetables were crisp and retained their own flavors, the noodles were chewy, and there was a delicious dipping sauce. He ate it in big mouthfuls, but the taste was a bit too stimulating for them.
They had never eaten anything so strong before, and they started sweating soon. However, the slight heat and swelling on their taste buds was quite pleasant.
The young man was the first to arrive, and then some people came to eat one after another.
There are always some small shops outside the steel plant that open and close.
Although the people in the steel plant are rich, they have very picky tastes, and not everyone can open a shop here.
Unless you have a good reputation.
Everyone who comes into the store finds it interesting that you can just pick up any dish you want, there are so many varieties!
There are also noodles, which can fill even a man. Finally, add sauce. If you want it sour, you can add vinegar. If you want it sweet, you can add sugar.
Lu Xiang was not stingy with the ingredients at all, she gave me a big spoonful full of it. It was so delicious and I only spent one dollar.
At first I thought one dollar was not expensive, but by the end of the meal I felt that this one dollar was really a conscience price.
Lu Xiang didn't lose out either. The vegetables here are cheap, and the dry noodles are not expensive either. A large bundle can make a lot of noodles.
The seasoning is a bit expensive, but Lu Xiang buys it at wholesale prices in the provincial capital, so she makes a profit on every bowl she sells.
Malatang is just an ordinary snack, sold in large quantities. Lu Xiang likes to have a lively meal with everyone. If everyone can praise the taste after eating, that's enough.
Cooking is her hobby.
Lu Xiang was selling food nearby. Her son was placed at the first small table. He sat there without crying or making a fuss, like a lucky cat, his eyes wide as he watched everyone eat.
Sometimes he would even swallow his saliva greedily. These things were too stimulating for the child, so Lu Xiang didn't let him eat them.
Little Xi Nian didn't make any noise, just watched from the side. Occasionally, Auntie would soften her heart and hug him for a while.
When the young man returned home in the afternoon, he was smelling of spicy hot pot.
When I got to work in the afternoon, my colleagues all came to ask me: "What did you eat? Why do you smell so good?"
He immediately started exclaiming, "Hey, didn't you know that the guy who cooked really good food a few years ago is back here making spicy hot pot! The noodles are generous and the taste is super delicious!"
Then he began to describe that he had never eaten such crispy vegetables and chewy noodles.
As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva frequently. His stomach was full, but his mouth was still greedy.
Everyone had been distracted from their work by the smell of him, but after hearing his description, they immediately said, "Okay, I'll go check it out after get off work!"
"Only one dollar a piece?"
"Of course!"
"Then let's go eat together."
"Okay, let's go together!"
Back then, Lu Xiang had accumulated a lot of repeat customers when she bought pork offal. Not to mention the spicy hot pot, everyone wanted to come and try it just because of her.
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Lu Xiang’s shop is right next to the factory, and it only opens at noon and at night. She goes home after selling out.
The aunties in these shops get a little angry when they see so many dishes left. They just want to sell them all and not lose money. It's not easy for them to find a job.
Lu Xiang said calmly that it was okay. They now had a refrigerator, and if there were any unsold items, they could put them in the refrigerator and keep them fresh for a day.
A total of 23 bowls were sold in the morning. When the bell rang in the evening, many people came straight to the Malatang restaurant.
As soon as he came in, he said, "Madam boss, make three bowls of spicy hot pot!"
Lu Xiang immediately said, "Okay."
The young man ate at noon and came back to eat in the evening.
He was so greedy that when he came to eat, he acted like the owner and told those who had never been there before how to use the small basket to pick up food. They could take more of what they liked and leave out what they didn't like.
This self-selection model is too novel for them.
Some people want to have a little bit of everything, while others just pick their favorite dishes.
The freshness alone is worth a dollar.
After choosing, we waited for the dishes and noodles to be boiled and seasoned. Then they served it to the table.
Fortunately they came early and they sat upstairs to eat. Those who came later had already formed a long line.
Lu Xiang had seen the world and was not panicked by this.
The three aunts were relieved when they saw that there was finally someone in the store.
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