Chapter 19: I blame you for setting up a stall in a corner even though your business is so good
"Boss, your seat is taken! We argued with him, but he said that the seat was originally for whoever came first, and it wasn't yours!"
"That corner spot, no one had set up a stall there before you came, this guy is just jealous!"
"That's right, some people just can't stand seeing other people's business doing well, and they even try to grab every corner!"
Zhao Xiaojing was stunned. It wasn't a good spot. She hadn't figured it out on her first day, fearing someone else might have a good spot, so she didn't dare set up her stall. She'd just set up in a corner that happened to have some shade. She hadn't expected there to be such a thing as fighting for a spot.
"Boss, it's okay. We found you an empty spot. It's a little out of the way, but it's in the shade! Come over and see if it's okay."
The short-haired lady who was addicted to setting up a stall yesterday came up and waved her hand, directly directing Zhao Xiaojing to follow her.
When Zhao Xiaojing passed by the place where the stall was set up a few days ago, she took a look and saw that the new stall was also a fried skewers stall, not the previous three. Then she looked at the stall owner and wondered, wow, it was the same stall selling baked potatoes from yesterday!
Zhao Xiaojing subconsciously looked back. The owner of the fried skewers stall from yesterday was still at the door today, occupying two stalls by himself. He was rolling his eyes at her back, and when he saw her looking back, he quickly turned around and dodged as if he had seen a ghost.
It seems that this person has something up his mind. Was she the one who caused trouble yesterday?
"Sister, don't bother with some people. Blame it on you for having such a good business yet insisting on setting up a stall in the corner, forcing people who just want to sell potatoes to change their business, squeezing from the main entrance to the corner! Don't you think you're just making things difficult for others?"
Seeing Zhao Xiaojing passing by, Li Zhi, the porridge owner, started to speak loudly and sarcastically.
The boss of Laokang Potato knew that he was in the wrong, so he glared at Li Zhi without saying anything. Li Zhi was rolling his eyes.
Zhao Xiaojing smiled and didn't care. Fighting for a position was just a small matter, far inferior to the real killer move yesterday. It was just a change of position, and she didn't bother to care.
"Sister Li, come over and play after closing your stall. I'll treat you to some duck legs." Zhao Xiaojing greeted Li Zhi with a smile and thanked her from the bottom of her heart.
"It's okay, Boss Li. We won't buy burnt potatoes, and we won't be taken advantage of by burnt fried skewers." The parents who followed the tricycle also began to express their support in a sarcastic tone.
"Yes, it's all because our fried skewers stall is so popular. It's definitely not because they're delicious, it's definitely because the corner location has great feng shui! If anyone takes that spot, there will be people lining up to eat fried slippers~"
"Wow, are fried slippers delicious? They sound better than fried potatoes!"
The parents seemed to be ignited, and one by one they started a yin-yang show, and the potato boss's face turned green with anger.
I followed Sister Haoshuang all the way to the end of the street, but there were trees and walls, providing a large area of shade.
"Boss, just put it here. We'll go show the students the way. We parents have already agreed. The person who shows the way will buy the fried skewers for us."
"Yes! Let's go show them the way. I don't believe she can have any business today."
The parents were all filled with righteous indignation, as if it was really their stall that was set up. Zhao Xiaojing was moved again.
"By the way, today we only made chicken legs, duck legs, chicken racks, and tenderloins. Thank you all for yesterday's meal. Today, all the fried skewers are on sale. The tenderloins are 2 yuan, the duck legs and chicken legs are 8 yuan, and the chicken racks are 4 yuan."
After setting up the stall, Zhao Xiaojing told everyone about the event.
"This... you can still make money from this? I see that you change the ingredients every day, so the cost is not low."
"Boss, we didn't help much with what happened yesterday. You must have used good ingredients and had the confidence to call the police. Other stalls have had trouble before, but how many of them dared to call the police and say that their ingredients were fine and could withstand investigation?"
"Yes! That's right!"
"Besides, by protecting you, we are protecting the quality of our own children's food. If they really drive you away, who will dare to sell the real good stuff in the future?"
"That's right, Boss. After yesterday's incident, we all know what's going on. We trust you and the ingredients you use even more. You don't need to do promotions. How can you make money at this price? It's unnecessary!"
When the parents heard about the event, they did not blindly try to save money. Instead, they were worried that Zhao Xiaojing would not be able to make any money, so they started to persuade her one by one.
The parents only gave up when they saw Zhao Xiaojing insist and told everyone that the man who caused trouble yesterday had compensated the activity fund and that the activity would only be held for this day.
As soon as the school bell rang, the parents immediately became excited and took action in batches according to the plan.
The first group of elementary school students rushed in and were stunned. They usually looked at the glass cases to determine their direction, but why were there so many today? They rushed to the place where they usually bought fried skewers, but why was the boss an uncle?
Following Li Zhi's instructions, several students had already gone forward to look for the place, but Li Zhi also had his own business, so while he was selling porridge, some students still went to the fried skewers stall owned by the owner of Kang Tu Dou.
"Boss, duck legs, pork tenderloin, and chicken rack!" The elementary school student with glasses was very excited. He finally got the center position today! And he didn't have to queue!
"20, do you want tomato or chili?" The potato shop owner immediately put the food into the frying pan.
"Well, there's also tomato? Are there new flavors?" The bespectacled student asked happily, completely unaware.
"Yes, specially made for your taste!"
"Then I want tomatoes!" The student with glasses paid even more happily.
The curly-haired girl assigned to show the way was the first to come over from Zhao Xiaojing's stall. As soon as she arrived at the porridge shop, she saw the bespectacled student happily waiting for his fried skewers at the potato maker's stall. It was too late to stop him.
I had to gesture to the confused students behind me.
"Where's the Fried Skewers Sister? This doesn't look like her stall."
"Your sister who sells fried skewers is in front! Just keep going over there." Seeing a student speak, the curly-haired sister who was pointing the way finally didn't have to hold it in anymore. She pointed ahead and said it out loud.
The bespectacled student selling fried skewers finally came to his senses and carefully examined the stall. This stall didn't have a glass case? And there were so many varieties of fried skewers? And the owner wasn't a beautiful lady? That couldn't be right...
When I turned around, I saw that the other students were already running forward in scattered groups.
"Isn't this the stall of the fried skewers sister?" The student with glasses said with a sad face.
"It's the same, the same! Mine tastes better!" The potato maker forced a smile and deceived.
Seeing that the potato skewers owner was shameless, the curly-haired sister asked Li Zhi for a paper shell directly, and borrowed a pen from a student. She wrote a big sign that read "Fried Skewers Sister, go 50 meters forward" and stood in the open space in front of the stall.
The students ran over, looked at the paper shell, then looked at the boss, and ran forward one by one.
"What do you mean!" The potato maker saw that no more students came, and yelled angrily, rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.
Several parents who were giving directions nearby heard the roar and immediately ran over and stood next to the curly-haired girl holding the sign.
"What the hell, is this road yours?" asked a muscular man with a tattoo on his neck who was smoking a cigarette.
“…” The Potato Maker boss took a look and returned to his stall without saying a word, sitting heavily on the chair.
Seeing that the potato vendor was a bully, Brother Jianshuo took the Curly-haired girl's sign and stood in her place.
The curly-haired girl looked at the potato maker happily, and seeing that her eyes were almost popping out but she didn't dare to say anything, she ran to the entrance of the alley and continued to greet the children.
The Potato Boss looked at the parents who were cooperating well with him and was so angry that his breathing became heavy.
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