Chapter 5 Let’s bet! Who’s afraid of who?
At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xiaojing was awakened by the bright light shining through the cheap curtains of the rental apartment, and then jumped up.
She had practiced with all the ingredients in the diner last night, and had already selected the fifteen most time-saving fried skewers based on her practice results.
We have to sell at least 500 skewers today to reach the weekly average of 3,500 skewers.
Zhao Xiaojing washed up hastily, heated up the sweet potatoes that she had put in the refrigerator yesterday, ate them, and hurried out to the messy vegetable market not far away.
She had been dealing with housework for decades in her previous life and was also good at choosing vegetables. She could just walk around the vegetable market and immediately find the stall with the best overall cost-effectiveness.
In a short while, I bought all the necessary vegetables, meat and a bunch of miscellaneous ingredients.
After finishing the purchase, she checked the balance and found that only a few dozen yuan were left. This cost her most of her savings, and she was back to the days before liberation overnight.
Zhao Xiaojing looked at the pile of things in her hands nervously. If she couldn't sell them today, she would have trouble paying the rent that was due the day after tomorrow.
If I can’t pay the rent, the landlord will call my third aunt again.
She had just said that she would repay the 80,000 yuan she owed her third aunt on her own. If she knew that she couldn't pay the rent, she would definitely scold her and force her to marry...
Sighing helplessly, Zhao Xiaojing shook her head to stop herself from thinking further and found a deserted place.
"System, can I retrieve the stall cart now?"
As soon as I asked, a brand new and stylish white three-wheeled stall appeared in front of me.
This three-wheeled vehicle looks very impressive at first glance, with a large pure white electric front and a very spacious glass cabinet for displaying food on the top of the car body. It is also equipped with a gas tank, a stove, and a large-capacity cabinet storage space below.
Zhao Xiaojing's eyes immediately lit up. She looked around for a long time before riding it back to the rental house and finding an empty space on the first floor to park it.
Yangcheng's economy is generally poor. The county seat is small, with small, self-built buildings everywhere, and the city center is quite small. While it's possible to find residential housing, it's easier to find private housing, and the prices are much cheaper.
The area where Zhao Xiaojing lives is full of private houses. Since it is close to various decoration markets and employment markets, most of the residents are working people who make a living by doing various odd jobs.
Everyone is out here to make a living. Everyone is used to the simple life and doesn't mind the crowds, so a bunch of cars are always running together wherever there is an empty space.
Once home, there is a long process of preparation.
Wash the vegetables, cut them, thread them on skewers, marinate them if necessary, coat them with batter if necessary, and finally prepare the dipping sauce.
The preparation of the dipping sauce is quite particular. There are dozens of seasonings ground into powder and mixed together. The ingredients for each fried skewers are slightly different.
However, there is also a way to prepare a universal dipping sauce. In order to avoid having too many ingredients to handle at the stall, Zhao Xiaojing prepared a universal dipping sauce, which is only available in spicy and non-spicy versions.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Xiaojing finally finished preparing everything and appeared at the first stop of the day on an electric tricycle, turning into the alley next to the Experimental Primary School two streets away.
It’s not too early to come at this time. Students finish school at 4:30, and many stalls have been set up, including two or three selling fried skewers.
Zhao Xiaojing chose an open space, took out today's fifteen kinds of fried skewers from the thermal box, and placed them neatly in the glass cabinet.
Then he took out the gas tank and stove from the storage cabinet, lit the fire, set up the pot, and poured in the oil.
Then arrange the take-out boxes, plastic bags, and put on an apron.
At 16:30, the school bell rang for a while, and the lower grade elementary school students filed out one after another. Zhao Xiaojing suddenly became nervous.
A little fat boy was among the students who rushed out. He kept looking around, pouting, and looked a little bored.
It was not until I looked up and saw the tall glass cabinet and the stall that stood out from the crowd that I had never seen before that I finally became interested and ran over.
"Sister, how much are these fried skewers?" The little fat boy asked with curiosity as he looked at the particularly attractive meat and vegetable fried skewers in red and green.
"Vegetarian skewers are 1 yuan, and meat skewers are 3 yuan."
"I want two skewers of fried pork tenderloin, one skewer of cabbage, one skewer of this potato and that potato, one skewer of lotus root, and the yellow one and the white one above!" The little fat man ordered smoothly.
The yellow ones are the Palm Treasures, the white ones are the homemade pork chops, and there are two types of potatoes: battered and unbattered. After Zhao Xiaojing and the fat boy confirmed the ingredients, they placed the Palm Treasures and pork chops skewers in the heated oil first.
The oil pan immediately began to produce dense small bubbles that enveloped the ingredients, and the aroma of fresh meat slowly overflowed.
Let it set for a while, then quickly put in the fried tenderloin. The fried tenderloin slices are thin and crystal clear. Fry for one minute and take it out immediately.
Finally add the vegetables and quickly remove them when the skin is slightly wrinkled.
"Little boy, do you want spicy sauce or non-spicy?"
"I want it not spicy."
Zhao Xiaojing quickly and evenly brushed the non-spicy secret dipping sauce on it, sprinkled a small circle of sesame seeds on it, carefully packed it up, and handed it to the little diner.
"There are 16 pieces in total. Eat them while they're hot, kids."
The fried skewers in the paper box are greasy and freshly fried, and each skewer of the fried golden and crispy ingredients is evenly soaked in the sauce.
The fat boy's attention was completely attracted by the fried skewers in his hand. He paid the money quickly without paying attention, and stood next to the stall and couldn't wait to pick up a skewer and put it in his mouth.
“So delicious!!!”
The little fat boy's eyes widened after taking a bite. He grabbed the skewer and ate two skewers of fried pork tenderloin in a row, his mouth full of oil. He then picked up a skewer of palm treasures and ate them with a satisfied look on his face.
It’s so delicious, so delicious. The fried skewers have the flavor of meat and the aroma of deep frying!
"Sister, I want five more skewers of fried pork tenderloin!" The little fat boy started eating voraciously and shouted incoherently to Zhao Xiaojing.
"OK."
"Boss, I want five skewers of fried pork tenderloin too!" The elementary school student next to him swallowed unconsciously when he saw the fat boy eating, and followed suit to place his order.
"Okay, the meat skewers are three yuan each, a total of fifteen yuan."
"Boss, I want it non-spicy too!" The elementary school student paid the money promptly and said after taking another look at the fat boy's fried skewers.
"OK."
“Wang Yiwen!! Wang Yiwen!!!” The little fat boy was showing off his fried skewers at a rapid speed, but suddenly his eyes fixed on the front, and he ran into the crowd while shouting.
Then he grabbed a little girl's hat and ran over here.
"What are you doing? You broke my hat again!"
"This fried skewers is super delicious, super super delicious, come here quickly!" The little fat man pointed at Zhao Xiaojing's stall and pulled the little girl over here.
"Tsk, can you believe what the fat guy says is delicious? Have you ever told me that it's delicious?" The little girl said with disdain.
"You!!!" The little fat boy glared at his deskmate angrily, chewing while glaring, showing no deterrent effect at all.
"Let's make a bet! Do you dare?!"
"What are you betting on?" The little girl was not panicked at all.
"Let's bet on eating fried skewers! If it tastes good, you treat me, and if it doesn't, I treat you!" The little fat man was so angry that his mouth bulged.
"Let's bet! Who's afraid of who?"
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