How bad must this taste? I couldn't bear to walk a few more steps to that unseen trash can.
He threw it away right in front of them.
On one occasion, she even overheard a diner mutter a curse under their breath.
"It tastes awful. How dare they set up a stall to sell this? I'd rather drink water."
But it's different here. The sweet soup she made these past two nights has sold out, and none of them were thrown away directly. Some people drank more than half of it after walking a few steps, and then went back to buy another cup.
So she concluded that her homemade sweet soup was delicious, but the things these two were selling were not so good.
And now he's still here gossiping.
They're all trying to ride on someone else's coattails, yet they're also talking behind their backs about how bad their stuff is.
They're like people who eat meat with their bowls in hand, then curse their mothers after putting down their chopsticks.
The two of them were furious because they couldn't get any meat.
"What's the use of selling it now? Once the buyer leaves, you still won't be able to sell it. Don't be too happy too soon."
"So what?" she replied.
Upon hearing this, the two people opposite him fell silent.
It doesn't matter, she'll sell as many as she can. Besides, she's heard that the owner of this boneless chicken feet shop will probably stay here for a while.
She can use her time here to attract more customers and cultivate some loyal ones.
Her sweet soup is delicious, and these past few days many people have been asking her to create a group chat so they can let her know when she sets up her stall and they'll come over to buy it.
At this rate, how could she possibly worry about not being able to sell them?
If the food is delicious and the service is good, customers will naturally come.
Not only are their products mediocre, but customers who buy little also give them a disdainful look. Who would want to cause themselves trouble by buying from them?
She would warmly welcome you even if you only bought three yuan's worth of tofu pudding.
Although it's only three pieces, countless three pieces added together can amount to a considerable sum.
She actually wanted to go and buy some boneless chicken feet to try, but she just didn't have time and had to watch the stall.
Every night, I smell that aroma, it smells so good, and the more I smell it, the more I crave it. The biggest torment of setting up a stall here is smelling that aroma but not being able to eat it.
If the taste is this good, then the quality of the food is even more obvious. It must be delicious. Besides, so many people are queuing up. People aren't stupid. Why would they queue for hours if the food wasn't good?
Isn't that just plain crazy?
Those boneless chicken feet were absolutely delicious, but unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to try them. I heard from other diners that they wouldn't be selling them anymore once they were sold out tonight.
I wonder when she'll make new dishes or where she'll set up her stall. I definitely have to try them sometime.
Just how delicious do you have to make your food to have so many loyal customers?
She's only been in City B for a few days.
She's a legend in the snack food scene of City B.
Her information is being shared in various snack groups on WeChat.
There were more than just a few of them at the food street; many other food vendors came from other places to set up stalls, hoping to sell more.
I had just finished serving a customer some sweet soup when I heard the noise from over there.
"The boneless chicken feet are sold out. You can leave now. No need to queue anymore."
Immediately following were sighs and groans.
"Oh, it was almost my turn! How did it end?"
"I'm going to cry, I couldn't buy boneless chicken feet."
"I wish I had come earlier, or we would have missed out on food!!!"
"Boss Shi, are you taking tomorrow off? It's only been open for three days, why don't you take the day off?"
Shi Yi: "......"
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