"Boss, do you sell different kinds of porridge every day?"
Xie Hong and the others thought that the congee with preserved egg and lean pork they ate yesterday would be the same congee with preserved egg and lean pork today.
I didn't expect the boss to be selling sweet potato porridge today.
Sweet potato porridge is delicious, but not as delicious as meat.
It's too bland; it feels more suitable for drinking when you're sick.
It was a bit watery, like drinking sugar water.
No, it's more like soup.
It quenches thirst, but doesn't fill you up.
“Yeah, what’s the point of eating the same thing every day?”
Lin Zhou will only sell a fixed type of food if the system task specifies a particular food item.
"What will we sell tomorrow?"
Upon hearing this, a group of squatting college students looked up at Lin Zhou, clearly very curious.
Xie Hong really enjoys the porridge Lin Zhou makes. It's comforting to eat and not greasy at all. If he could have such delicious porridge every morning, he would have the motivation to get up early.
If he knew what kind of porridge the boss would be selling tomorrow, he wouldn't come if he didn't like it.
Climbing mountains every day, even the strongest body can't take it.
"We'll be selling abalone congee tomorrow."
Business was slow today. Lin Zhou guessed it was because sweet potato porridge was perceived as too cheap and couldn't be sold at a high price. Everyone felt that a bowl of 100 yuan wasn't worth it, so there were many inquiries but few purchases.
I still need to make some porridge that's worth the price; that way, business will be better.
While completing the task is the main thing, setting up a stall is also a lot of fun.
Lin Zhou felt that earning money with his own hands was more meaningful and made his life more colorful. He didn't want to just drift through life aimlessly, doing nothing every day. Such a life without goals or meaning was not suitable for him.
Seeing diners exclaim in amazement at the deliciousness of his food is truly a joyful and happy thing.
So he cares about whether his street stall business is good or bad!
Wow, abalone congee!
Yao Chao had never eaten abalone before, only heard of it, and immediately became interested.
His family was actually quite ordinary; his parents only gave him 1,000 yuan a month for his university living expenses, which was just enough for him to eat.
We can't afford anything too fancy.
As the saying goes, a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home. He's in his early twenties, which is the prime of his life.
His parents' allowance wasn't enough, so he secretly played video games to earn money for others.
Sometimes, if he's lucky, he can earn several hundred yuan from a single order, which is why he can afford to indulge in a bowl of porridge that costs a hundred yuan.
Aside from going out to eat with friends, he doesn't really go out to eat anything special.
Hearing about abalone congee made me realize that I've never had it before.
"I've never had abalone congee, but I have eaten abalone. It was very fishy, hard to chew, and not tasty."
The middle-aged man next to him disagreed and chimed in, "That depends on the type of abalone. Dried abalone, after being soaked and stewed, looks a bit like a preserved egg when cut open. It's soft-boiled and has a chewy texture. The taste is quite good, but it doesn't actually have much flavor on its own; it depends on the seasoning."
"The new abalone has a texture similar to scallops. It's okay as sashimi, but not so good when cooked; it's too tough to chew."
A group of college students listened attentively to the middle-aged man's words, looking as if they had learned something new, and nodded as if they understood.
"But it should taste really good if you make porridge with it."
Xie Hong asked Lin Zhou with a foodie expression that said, "It must taste delicious."
Lin Zhou looked at their gluttonous expressions and nodded blankly.
Is there any food he makes that isn't good?
However, it's clear that these people are indeed foodies, otherwise they wouldn't be repeat customers.
After all, when Lin Zhou saw that the stall location was on the mountaintop this week, he never thought there would be repeat customers.
Who would climb a mountain just to get some porridge?
I never expected he would have repeat customers!
"Then we'll come again tomorrow morning!"
A group of college students immediately became excited and started chatting excitedly.
Yesterday, five college students getting together was already quite lively, but today there are eight of them, it's like a flock of ducks quacking on the side.
Lin Zhou looked down at them, his expression helpless. If this were an anime, three black lines would probably slowly slide down his forehead right now.
......
Lin Zhou closed his stall at about the same time as yesterday.
Although the amount of porridge prepared was small, it was not popular and sold slowly. By the time it was sold out and the stall was closed, it was already afternoon.
When I got home, I tidied up and went to bed as usual.
After all, climbing mountains is really exhausting!
So he still didn't remember the diners who had been waiting for him by Daming Lake for two days.
8 PM.
The diners stood at the intersection of Huaguoshan Road, waiting with great anticipation!
"No, what about my huge steamed bun stall?"
"It's eight o'clock, guys, and the steamed bun stall owner still hasn't come!"
"No way, the boss isn't going to skip it again today, is he?"
"What's going on? Why isn't the stall here anymore? Did the owner move to a different location?"
"I don't know!"
"No, I need to mobilize my WeChat Moments and ask if anyone has seen the steamed bun stall owner."
Those with many friends immediately thought of the saying, "Having more friends means having more options."
The steamed buns made by the stall owner are so delicious that anyone who has tried them will never forget them, and might even find the location of the stall.
"Maybe it's just something that happened at home. I'll come back tomorrow."
There are also those who firmly believe that Lin Zhou was just busy and didn't come to set up his stall, and that he might come back.
The owner of a barbecue stall not far away saw this scene, and an idea flashed through her mind.
When she got home after closing up shop that evening, she pulled her husband aside to discuss it.
"Honey, what do you think about us switching careers and selling steamed buns?"
Barbecue stall owner: ? ? ?
"No, honey, you can't have these thoughts just because you didn't get to eat any steamed buns!"
They should just sell barbecue properly, why do they have to come up with all these random ideas?
"Look how many people have come to buy steamed buns these past two days. If we sold steamed buns too, we'd definitely make more money than barbecue!"
Besides, she already knows how to make steamed buns; her family used to run a breakfast business, so why can't she sell steamed buns!
"Are your steamed buns as good as the ones sold in stores?"
"No......"
The barbecue stall owner choked, admitting that the steamed buns from that stall were indeed delicious. She couldn't imagine anyone making better steamed buns; no one had the skill!
"What's there to say? When customers buy our steamed buns, the difference between the two is too great, so we definitely won't last long."
"Besides, the steamed bun stall owner has only been away for two days. He might come back. If he sees us stealing his business, how can we possibly buy his steamed buns then!"
That being said, the barbecue stall owner was quite envious of so many customers who left empty-handed.
"I don't care, I'm going to give it a try. If all else fails, we can just close the steamed bun business when the boss comes back. We have all the equipment at home, why wouldn't we make money?"
The proprietress didn't believe in superstitions; her intuition told her that switching to selling steamed buns now, riding this wave of opportunity, would definitely make her money.
"That's decided!"
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