Chapter 13: After only two days of setting up the stall, people are already jealous
Su Yuchen and she have been classmates since junior high school and high school, and she is the only friend she is still in contact with.
Because of their good relationship, the classmates gave them nicknames based on their names. One was called Comb and the other was called Mirror, which described the fact that they were inseparable all day long.
"Why haven't you replied to me yet? What are you doing?"
"Hand over the address of the dessert shop quickly, and don't force me to kill you and beg you!"
Sweet shop? Zhao Xiaojing smiled and opened WeChat.
It turned out to be a chain reaction from the photo of Qingbuliang posted on WeChat Moments.
Zhao Xiaojing has very few friends, only a few dozen in total, most of whom are classmates she added from school. But under that circle of friends, almost half of them commented, asking what the sugar water in the picture was and where she could buy it.
There were also a few impatient classmates who she had never contacted before who sent her private messages, asking for the address of the store where the bowl of sweet soup was sold in the circle of friends.
Zhao Xiaojing couldn't help laughing and replied in the comment section: "This is Qingbuliang, I made it. Proud expression/"
Then she replied to the foodie Su Yuchen who had sent her several private messages: "Want to eat? My exclusive cooking skills won't be shared with anyone else unless you call me sister."
After replying the message, Zhao Xiaojing held the phone and waited for a long time, but Dong Mei did not reply again.
Zhao Xiaojing didn't know whether she wanted her to reply or not. She knew she wouldn't understand, and even if she did, she would only be accusing and insulting. But today's avoidance made her feel guilty and she couldn't calm down for a moment.
I couldn't sleep until two o'clock again.
At six o'clock the next day, Zhao Xiaojing still quickly got up on time with the sunshine.
She checked last night and found out that there was a poultry wholesale market in the factory area four kilometers away, which could be reached in about twenty minutes by tricycle.
I didn’t have enough money in the past two days, so I made small fried skewers. Today I have a little more money, so I have also practiced making some large fried skewers of chicken, duck and goose in the virtual space these two days. Today is just a good time to test the waters.
The tricycle provided by the system is very good. It charges quickly, can store things, and is easy to ride. It has now become Zhao Xiaojing's main means of transportation.
After arriving, they discovered that slaughtering live poultry was no longer permitted in larger cities. Only in small towns like theirs could they find wholesale markets focused on live poultry. This was also the centralized supply of chickens, ducks, and geese for the catering industries in many nearby large cities.
Although Yangcheng's economy is backward and its overall development is not good, it is also due to this that it enjoys convenient and affordable conditions.
There are quite a lot of people in the wholesale market, and many people are buying live poultry and processed poultry meat. It seems that they are buying in large quantities.
The meat of each part and its size are divided very finely, and the prices are also different.
Zhao Xiaojing asked several chicken and duck stalls, and the wholesale prices were similar. They were indeed cheaper than the ones she usually bought at the vegetable market. There were even better discounts if she bought in bulk, but she had no place to put the food if she bought too much.
Finally, I thought about it and bought two boxes of large duck legs, two boxes of large chicken legs, and two boxes of medium-sized chicken racks. Since I couldn't buy more, I decided to have a fried skewers meal today.
I happened to have some potatoes and lotus roots at home, and some rice cakes and pork tenderloin in the refrigerator, so I consumed them all at once today.
Although these have been stored for a long time, they will be fresher and taste better if they are consumed earlier.
I bought some more seasoning on the way. Although the all-purpose dipping sauce is good, the duck legs have a unique taste, so I need to try something more suitable.
After arriving home, I immediately started preparing the food.
By the time everything was ready, Zhao Xiaojing was already starving and couldn't wait to fry a duck leg to try.
The duck legs are rich in fat, and the skin is fried until it is sizzling with oil right after it comes out of the pan. Combined with the layer of honey dipping sauce she specially prepared and brushed on it, the richness of the meat and fat is infinitely magnified, and it is so delicious that you will lick your fingers after taking a bite.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded in enjoyment, very satisfied with the new variety.
Today's ingredients seem to be large in quantity, but few in variety. All of them were processed two hours earlier than the previous two days, and the time for setting up the stall was also advanced.
As soon as it was four fifty, Zhao Xiaojing appeared in the alley on her bike.
"Humph, young people these days just love to do all sorts of nonsense. They don't even know how to do anything, but they just dress up to impress others! You'll see, the novelty will only last for a few days, and sooner or later they'll be beaten by society!"
"That's right. When they can't even make back their investment and no one's buying, they won't know where to cry! When it comes to business, we have to be down-to-earth. We won't bother with those fancy things!"
As soon as Zhao Xiaojing arrived at the gate, she heard a burst of ridicule. Turning around, she found that the owner of the fried skewers stall was also there. When he saw her coming, he deliberately spoke loudly and sarcastically to the owner of the potato stall next door.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaojing looked at the fried skewers stall.
It can be called a stall, but it is actually just a big table with a bunch of iron plates placed on it, and on the iron plates are semi-finished high-tech fried skewers that have not been thawed.
Zhao Xiaojing had an idea. No wonder she was being so harsh. She was probably squeezing out business. It had only been two days since the stall opened, and someone was already tired of the effort and had red eyes again.
The two bosses sat on the stools and rolled their eyes at her in unison.
Zhao Xiaojing was too lazy to fight back. She looked the two bosses up and down, smiled at them with an inexplicable smile, and rode away.
This is the best way Zhao Xiaojing has concluded to deal with strange people.
Don't argue with them. First, they don't understand you. They only believe in their own bandit logic. Second, it's a waste of time. No matter what the result is, it will lower your own value.
If you look at them in confusion, smile, and walk away indifferently, they will fall into a crazy imagination, like a thorn in their throat, with nowhere to vent.
Of course, this method is only suitable for situations like today where someone is being inexplicably bullied but hasn't taken any substantial action. If the other party really does something disgusting, then you must disgust them back.
Sure enough, as she rode away, the two men behind her looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What is she laughing at? What does that smile mean?" The fried skewers boss was about to explode.
"She looked you up and down, and even looked at your stall. Isn't the meaning very clear? This little bitch is looking for trouble. She looks down on you and is provoking you!" The potato shop owner was watching the fun and didn't mind making trouble. Instead of trying to persuade her, he instigated the trouble.
"What do you mean, you bastard? Didn't she look at you? Didn't she look at your stall? You think I'm easy to fool, and you want me to go up, while you sit back and watch, right?!"
The fried skewers stall owner reacted quickly, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at the potato maker.
"No, why are you scolding me? We both have the same business, I didn't offend you!"
"Then why are you instigating me? If you have the ability, just deal with her yourself! I didn't provoke you, did I?!" The owner of the fried skewers stall refused to give in.
"Do it! If you don't do it, I will! Why would I be afraid of you provoking me?!" The potato maker said angrily.
"Hmph, you did it? That's all you can do!" The fried skewers boss squeezed out a whisper from between his teeth, staring at Zhao Xiaojing in the distance with a gloomy face.
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