"This is similar to the one at booth number 6, or even a little better, but it's cheaper. I would recommend it."
"The price is good, and the taste is amazing. It's so fresh and makes me feel warm all over. It's very comforting."
"I regret buying it from stall number 6. It's much cheaper here, and it tastes better too."
“I called my friend who was queuing at booth number 6 over here. It’s really not worth it over there. This place is much better.”
"No, that's right. I spent so much money, and the chef at stall number 6 still looked reluctant. It turned out that we were begging him. This place is much better; the attitude is better, and the chef is easier to talk to."
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Seeing the exclamations of amazement from the wealthy customers made the customers buying spicy chicken feet nearby itch with envy.
Some people couldn't stand it anymore and decided to grit their teeth and give it a try, so they joined the queue for fish maw, shredded chicken, and shark fin soup.
Low-priced customers instantly became high-priced customers.
[2500 yuan received via QR code payment.]
[7500 yuan received via QR code payment.]
[Payment received via QR code.]
The voice broadcasts were filled with reports of large sums of money earned, which made Lu Rong extremely happy.
Every sound costs money.
Although the cost of fish maw, shredded chicken, and shark fin soup is high, after deducting labor costs, you can actually make more than half the profit.
In other words, he can earn about 1,500 yuan by selling a serving of shark fin soup.
This profit is absolutely terrifying.
High investment, high return.
Indeed, making money from the rich is the fastest way.
Moreover, these wealthy people seem to have very wide social circles. After drinking Lu Rong's soup, they immediately posted about it on their WeChat Moments or directly contacted their friends via WeChat to come over.
I had just finished arranging the first batch when I saw dozens more people lining up.
This scale is much larger than Lu Rong had imagined. He originally thought he could only sell one or two hundred servings a day, but now it seems that these people don't care about money at all.
Moreover, many people buy not just one, but several.
They have plenty of money; as long as the product can be made, they're happy to pay for it.
This allowed Lu Rong to once again experience the terrifying nature of the wealthy in Kyoto.
at the same time.
This side of stall number 6.
Yuan Hua, who had initially complained about the long queue, stopped complaining as the queue thinned out.
My mood has improved a lot.
However, the chefs beside him were getting anxious.
"What's going on? Why are there so few fewer customers in line?"
"I don't know, I think I heard them say they were going to buy some kind of shark fin soup somewhere?"
"Logically speaking, our soup should be the best at the entire Kyoto Food Festival, right? Is there any soup that's better than ours?"
"This won't do. If this continues, today's sales might not even be as high as yesterday's."
"Yuan Hua, say something! You're the head chef, after all."
Yuan Hua looked at the group of chefs, completely indifferent.
"Wouldn't it be better if they lined up somewhere else? That way I wouldn't have to do so much; it's just too tiring." He waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to work.
The fat chef was the most authoritative person here besides Yuan Hua.
Seeing Yuan Hua's expression, he was so angry that he cursed, "What do you know? If you can win the championship at this Kyoto Food Festival, it will give the judges a good impression of you when you participate in the National Food Competition next month."
Yuan Hua remained unconcerned, having come with a playful attitude, and replied, "Won't it be enough if my cooking is better than my opponent's? Why make things so complicated?"
"Besides, these soups were just something I made haphazardly; they don't reflect my true abilities at all." Yuan Hua was already getting impatient.
Since returning to China, I've been under strict control and have no freedom at all.
Having lived abroad for so many years, he has always been a loner, and no one could really control him.
Now that he has just returned to China, his family has assigned this fat chef to him, ostensibly as his assistant, but in reality, to manage his every move.
He felt his freedom was being restricted and was very unhappy about it.
Originally, because he had just returned to China and was not familiar with everything around him, he was willing to follow the instructions of the fat chef.
But now, as I listen to them, I realize they're being too strict, and I don't plan to cooperate anymore.
He threw the pot he was holding onto the ground, followed by a loud "bang."
The iron pot danced on the ground.
"I'm quitting. I'm going home. Do whatever you want, I'm not interested."
"I've been so busy all day, and I can't even log into my game account. If this keeps up, the season will be over," Yuan Hua complained.
"What did you say?" The fat chef was furious, his mouth agape.
Yuan Hua did not respond to him, but turned and left.
All he wants to do now is go home and play video games.
I'm only two stars away from Diamond rank, I need to work harder before the season ends.
Yuan Hua walked away resolutely, and the fat chef and the few people around him couldn't stop him.
The chefs at stall number 6 were dumbfounded when the head chef simply walked away.
"I'm doomed, the master is going to kill me now." The fat chef felt a chill in his heart.
Unbeknownst to them, every move that had just occurred here had been observed by someone keeping watch not far away.
A smile spread across his dark, thin face.
"Hehe, it seems we guessed right. This Yuan Hua is indeed a problematic person. I didn't expect him to quit so quickly. It's really a stroke of luck."
"If this continues, we'll only have one opponent left."
"No, we have to report this good news to Brother Mu right away."
After saying that, the man turned and disappeared into the crowd...
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