Chapter 185 Creating a Fan Group
The four of them took the heavy roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and the rich aroma of the double meat made their mouths water as soon as they held it.
Mu Yu couldn't wait to take a big bite. The outer layer of the bread was still crispy and crumbly, but the inside was soaked with the special sauce. The rich flavor of the braised pork and the sweetness of the chicken leg meat collided on the tip of his tongue.
The slightly spicy sauce dripped down his chin, its aroma making him squint his eyes: "It's even better than yesterday's! This spicy sauce is just perfect!"
Zhang Wei devoured half of the food in a few bites, mumbling, "Boss, if you opened a shop with this skill, I'd be a regular customer every day!"
Bai He carefully ate his roujiamo, afraid of wasting a single drop of soup. Wei Junwei even took out his phone and took a series of photos of the roujiamo, captioning it "A god-tier roujiamo at the end of the alley on Xiangxue Road! Double-portion roujiamo is awesome!" As soon as he posted it, he received a bunch of likes and inquiries about the address.
Su Yingxue watched them wolf down their food, her eyes full of amusement, but her hands didn't stop moving.
The line in front of the stall was getting longer and longer. A boy wearing glasses squeezed through the crowd, holding up his phone: "Boss, I saw this on WeChat Moments yesterday. I want two double-flavor ones, extra spicy!"
Several girls nearby chimed in, "We want the same thing! And we want an extra braised egg!"
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting long shadows of Su Yingxue as she busied herself at the stall.
As she baked the golden-brown steamed buns, she kept an eye on the meat in the pan. The secret sauce bubbled and steamed at high temperature, its aroma carried far by the wind.
Even the owner of the milk tea shop not far away couldn't help but peek out: "Boss, your roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) smells so good, save one for me!"
Su Yingxue smiled and agreed. With a slight twist of her wrist, she cut the freshly baked hot bun in half, filled it with the double-meat filling, and then drizzled a spoonful of hot, fragrant sauce over it.
The rising steam blurred her hair, but it couldn't hide the light in her eyes—on the system interface, her "stall popularity" was slowly increasing, and she knew in her heart that this was just the beginning.
After finishing with one wave of customers, Su Yingxue wiped the sweat from her forehead and was about to take a breather when she saw Mu Yu and his group lined up at the end of the queue again, holding up several bills: "Boss, my roommates asked us to bring them back, eight more double-packs!"
She paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, picking up the steamed bun even faster: "Alright, I guarantee all your brothers will get a taste!"
The sunlight at the alley entrance grew warmer, and the aroma of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) mingled with the laughter of students, spreading throughout the afternoon on Xiangxue Road.
Looking at the long queue in front of her, Su Yingxue felt a clearer sense of certainty about the future than ever before—this once remote alley would eventually become the most dazzling place in the night market because of her roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).
Business was so good that it was causing a lot of trouble. The stall owners next to Su Yingxue were starting to get restless.
As night fell on the rooftops of Xiangxue Road, a familiar long queue formed in front of Su Yingxue's stall. The aroma of double-flavor roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) wafted in the evening breeze, illuminating the alleyway even before the streetlights.
But just as she handed out a freshly made steamed bun, she caught a glimpse of Mr. Liu, the owner of the barbecue stall next door, who was speaking sarcastically to a few students: "Some people are just lucky. They can become famous just by copying a recipe. Unlike us, we have to stick to our old ways and nobody comes."
Su Yingxue frowned but didn't answer—ever since her double-flavor roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) became a night market hit, the surrounding stalls had changed. First, the pancake stall diagonally across the street put up a sign for "traditional roujiamo" the next day, but the bun was cold and the meat was pre-made braised meat that tasted like wax.
Next up was Sister Zhang, who sells fried skewers. She simply moved her stall half a meter closer to hers, deliberately letting the fumes from her frying skewers drift towards the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) stall, and even secretly told the students in line, "Her meat isn't fresh; it's all frozen. Come and eat her fried skewers."
What's even more outrageous is that for three consecutive mornings, when Su Yingxue came to set up her stall, there was always a pile of rotten vegetable leaves, empty beverage bottles, and even gnawed bones in front of her stall, as if they were deliberately piled up next to her worktable.
Once, as she was bending down to tidy up, Boss Liu passed by with a feigned concern: "Hey, Xiao Su, why is your stall so dirty? Customers won't dare to come here if they see this."
Su Yingxue clenched the rag in her hand, her fingertips turning white.
It's not that she doesn't have a temper, it's just that she doesn't want to argue with people, but these people take advantage of her—yesterday afternoon, she saw with her own eyes that Sister Zhang threw the empty lunchbox in her hand under her stall while she turned around to get meat.
"Boss, two double-flavored drinks, please!" The voices of Mu Yu and his group of four suddenly rang out, interrupting her thoughts.
As soon as the four boys reached the front of the line, they saw the trash on the ground. Zhang Wei immediately became furious: "Who's so inconsiderate as to throw trash here!"
Wei Junwei bent down, picked up a beverage bottle, glanced at the label, and walked straight to Sister Zhang's stall: "Sister Zhang, how did your beverage bottle from your fried food stall end up here with our boss?"
Sister Zhang's face turned pale, and she stammered, "I...I don't know, it might have been blown by the wind."
"Can the wind really blow trash right under someone else's stall?" Bai He crossed his arms.
“We come here every day, and your store is the only one that sells this kind of drink. Don’t think we haven’t seen it.”
The students queuing around chimed in, with one pulling out his phone and saying, "I filmed someone throwing trash here yesterday, right across from the stall!"
Su Yingxue took a deep breath, walked up to Sister Zhang, and said in a calm but firm tone: "Sister Zhang, doing business relies on skills and conscience. I have never bothered anyone, and I hope you will stop doing this kind of thing."
She turned to the onlookers and held up the freshly baked bun in her hand: "My roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) uses meat that is braised fresh every day, and the bun is freshly baked. You all know how delicious it is."
As she spoke, she picked up the cleaning tools beside her and cleaned up the trash on the ground one by one, her movements swift and efficient.
Mu Yu and his three companions immediately rushed to help, with Zhang Wei shouting, "Boss, we'll keep an eye on things for you! If anyone dares to litter again, we'll expose them!"
The students joined in the commotion, and seeing this, Boss Liu and Sister Zhang had no choice but to sheepishly retreat to their stall.
After Su Yingxue returned to the workbench, the firelight from the flatbread illuminated her face, and the grievance in her eyes was gone.
All that remained was her tenacity—she knew that the jealousy of her peers would only make her more clear-headed, and as long as her skills were excellent and her reputation was good enough, no one could steal her customers.
Su Yingxue had just finished making a double-flavor roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). She looked up and smiled at the students queuing up: "Today, everyone who makes a purchase here will receive a free plum juice. Thank you for your support."
The aroma filled the air again, and the queue grew longer. The underhanded actions seemed particularly ridiculous amidst the lively atmosphere.
Su Yingxue was busy making roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) when she noticed the system in the air starting to flash again.
"New product research. Please complete the task of establishing a fan group. Reward: a new product recipe."
"A fan group?" Su Yingxue looked at the mission in the air.
"How many people can there be? Let's try it first."
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