Chapter 141 Meow meow meow
At nine o'clock the next evening, Jian Yunlan walked into the black market food area carrying two large buckets.
In one of the buckets was white porridge simmered over a low fire, while in the other bucket was pickled mushrooms and boneless chicken legs in a porcelain plate.
Shiitake mushroom and chicken porridge is a delicious casserole porridge, and the essence of this porridge is to boil the shiitake mushroom and chicken in the boiling and dense white porridge base within a few seconds to preserve the delicious flavor of the shiitake mushroom and chicken.
As soon as he entered the dining area, Jian Yunlan met the skinny guy from yesterday.
The skinny monkey still looked down on people. When he saw Jian Yunlan coming in, he sneered disdainfully: "You kid, you haven't given up yet? You have such perseverance, why don't you do something else? Why do you have to work so hard here? You work hard all day and don't make as much as people in the logistics department washing dishes."
Jian Yunlan: "Excuse me, how much can you make in a day washing dishes in the logistics department?"
Skinny Monkey: "You can earn fifty credit points a day by washing dishes. Why, are you jealous? It's not too late to apply for a job in the logistics department now."
Jian Yunlan: "..."
He sold 200 bowls of porridge yesterday, at three credit points per bowl. Even after deducting the cost price, he still made a net profit of more than 500 credit points.
Of course, he sells porridge not to make money, but mainly to realize his dream of setting up a stall.
"I am a little envious, haha. Washing dishes for ten days can make as much as I make in one day selling porridge."
Jian Yunlan gave an awkward but polite smile, walked around the skinny monkey, and went to area F at the back.
“…”
The skinny monkey looked at his back from behind Jian Yunlan, curled his lips, and his disdain in his heart became even greater.
"He's just bragging. With his crappy porridge, he can earn 500 credit points a day in Area F?! Just fool the brothers, but don't fool himself!"
Even the snack stand owners who set up stalls in the busiest place in Area A may not be able to earn 500 credit points a day.
Moreover, Shouhou remembered clearly yesterday that, including the large group of old, weak, sick and disabled people from the slums brought by the 11th team, there were only about 70 people who went to Area F. Even if each of these 70 people bought a bowl of porridge, it would only cost 200 credit points.
Anyway, when Jian Yunlan said he made a net profit of 500 credit points yesterday, Shouhou didn't believe a single punctuation mark.
The other food stall owners in Area A, seeing the face of Shou Hou, started to joke with each other, somewhat showing some contempt for each other:
"He's starving to death because he can't sell any porridge." "If he can earn 500 credit points in District F, then what's the turnover I've made in District A after working so hard for so many years..." "I think he won't be able to sell a bowl of porridge today, and he'll run home crying!"
"If you want to make a living in this black market and don't pay tribute to Brother Skinny Monkey, every one of them will be dead!"
After all, they paid expensive protection fees every day in Area A, and most of the money they earned was given to Skinny Monkey and his men, leaving them with barely enough money to support their families.
If that new guy can make that much money in a day by setting up a stall in the most remote location without having to pay protection fees, wouldn't they become a joke?
Everyone just talked about it in their spare time and soon forgot about it.
After all, in the doomsday era, the most important thing is to take care of your own safety. No one has so much leisure time to watch other people's jokes.
...If you have that time, you might as well think carefully about today's business strategy so that you can make more money when the customer flow increases after 10 o'clock.
Time passed by minute by minute, gradually approaching ten o'clock in the evening.
Ten o'clock is the time when the gate of the Eastern Base opens and all mercenaries who are out on missions return to the base. It is also the time when the black market food area officially starts to become lively.
Most of the food stalls in the dining area make their profits within three hours from 10 am to 1 am.
Moreover, today is especially special.
Many mercenaries who were on vacation have returned to the mission site today. Therefore, the traffic in the black market today is expected to double that of the previous few days.
"Everyone, cheer up!" The skinny monkey patrolled Area A with his hands behind his back and said in a sharp voice, "Today's total estimated customer flow is nearly 100,000 people. Seize the opportunity and doubling the turnover is not a dream!"
Hearing this, the vendors all perked up and waited anxiously for ten o'clock.
Soon, the wall clock struck ten heavily.
The door to the black market eating area opened inward.
The entire black market became lively in an instant, like water in a boiler reaching boiling point. There were noisy voices, loud conversations and laughter, and hurried and chaotic footsteps. Countless people poured into the black market's food area.
The mercenaries who have completed their mission are here!
The mercenaries were all dusty and exhausted, some were covered in dirt, some had bloodstains on their faces. At this moment, as they stepped into the dining area, there was a gleam of hungry ghosts in their eyes - after a whole day of tasks outside, they just wanted to eat something hot and delicious to replenish their energy.
As always, the vendors immediately shouted enthusiastically at the top of their lungs:
"Pancakes, hot pancakes, ten credit points each!"
"Technology porridge with lots of flavor enhancers, limited time offer, the second bowl is half price!"
"Boss, you must be tired after a day's work. How about coming to our place and having a bowl of potato and rhizome soup?"
Under normal circumstances, mercenaries who are exhausted after a day's mission would not think about so many things. They just want to fill their stomachs quickly, so they often go to whichever stall they smell or which vendor shouts the loudest.
Boss Wang, who runs the pancake stall, often has the busiest store in Area A because he has a loud voice and his pancakes are filled with flavor enhancers, making them bright red, spicy and fragrant.
But today, Boss Wang keenly sensed that something was wrong.
...As soon as the door opened, accompanied by his enthusiastic and enthusiastic shouts, a large number of tired mercenaries immediately walked towards him.
"Boss, would you like to buy a pancake? I'll give you one of these hot, freshly-baked pancakes." Boss Wang greeted the customer warmly and started making pancakes skillfully with his hands.
In the past, customers would generally just accept the offer, pay, and then line up to wait for their pancakes.
But today is different.
"Um, I'm not here to buy pancakes. I want to ask something," the mercenary in front of him rubbed his hands, glanced around, and looked at Boss Wang with expectant and puzzled eyes and asked:
"Do you know where the 'Simple Porridge Shop' is?"
Boss Wang: “……?”
The same situation occurs in almost every corner of the entire dining area.
Mr. Hu, the owner of the potato and rhizome soup shop, looked excitedly at the large number of diners flocking to his stall and was just ready to take in this huge wealth.
——Then he saw the mercenaries in front of him glance at the sign above his head, and then muttered: "This is not a simple porridge shop. The boss's surname is Hu, not Jian... Damn, I came to the wrong place. Look somewhere else."
Then the mercenaries turned around and left.
Boss Hu: “???”
Mr. Li, the boss of the Technology Porridge Shop, sprinkled a full amount of green flavor enhancer into the porridge bucket and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of a large number of diners.
——The diners gathered in front of his stall, but they just stretched their necks to look at him. Not only did they not buy anything, but they also showed disappointment in their eyes: "Although it is a porridge shop, the porridge in a simple porridge shop is not this taste, nor is it this color."
The diners came in droves and left just as quickly.
Boss Li: “???”
...Soon, in every corner of the black market food district, the angry cries of snack stand owners could be heard: "What the hell is this Simple Porridge Shop!!!"
How did you hook away the souls of all the diners? !
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Jian Yunlan skillfully turned around and found her stall in Area F yesterday, lit the lights, and heated the charcoal fire.
There was white porridge in a casserole, heating on the stove.
As for the mushrooms and chicken, Jian Yunlan planned to marinate them first. When diners come, pour the marinated mushroom chicken into the casserole and cook the ingredients directly with boiling porridge.
...Yesterday, Jian Yunlan waited for nearly an hour before the first diner arrived.
He thought the situation would be similar today.
Who would have thought that as soon as he started cooking, diners would come immediately!
It was Team 11 that had completed a day's mission.
Yi Cunqing, Murong Miao, Wang Li and others rushed to the base as soon as the mission was completed, for fear that they would be a step late and the porridge would be snatched away by others. At this time they ran in hurriedly, more enthusiastically than when they were on a mission.
"Welcome!" I didn't expect that there would be repeat customers just two days after opening. Looking at the familiar faces, Jian Yunlan greeted everyone with a smile.
"Boss Jian, we each want a bowl of porridge." Yi Cun Qing trembled as he stepped forward with his cane and swiped his ID card to pay. "By the way, Boss Jian, what kind of porridge do you want today?"
Jian Yunlan: "Mushroom and chicken porridge."
Yi Cun Qing immediately became excited, drooling: "Mushroom chicken porridge! Mushroom chicken porridge is so good!!!"
... "How can one bowl be enough? I can eat three bowls by myself!" Murong Miao said dissatisfiedly, and other young people also responded.
Finally, after several arguments, everyone reluctantly agreed that each person should buy two bowls as an 'appetizer' first, and if they were not full, they could buy more. Wang Li and Murong Miao quickly bought three bowls each.
The shop had just opened and already sold twenty bowls of porridge. Jian Yunlan was so happy.
"Wait a moment, the porridge will be ready soon. I'll put the ingredients in now."
As he spoke, Jian Yunlan uncovered the casserole.
The snow-white and delicate porridge base is bubbling with small bubbles, and each grain of rice is like a blooming flower.
The rich rice aroma hits your nose, and if you smell carefully, you can even smell the fragrance of rice.
Jian Yunlan used a spoon to scoop up the marinated mushrooms and boneless chicken thighs from the porcelain dish beside her, and they immediately fell into the white porridge. Jian Yunlan stirred the porridge with the spoon a few times, and the chicken thighs quickly changed color, revealing an attractive light pink.
The fresh fragrance rises up along with the steaming water mist!
The members of Team 11 were all staring with wide eyes.
...The younger mercenaries might not understand it, but Yi Cun Qing had lived before the apocalypse after all. Just by looking at the white porridge base, Yi Cun Qing immediately realized that it was not simple.
Making white porridge base may seem easy, but the heat and proportions are all things that require a lot of cooking skills. Just by looking at the white porridge base, which is dense and fragrant, you can tell that Boss Jian’s cooking skills are extraordinary. He must have at least twenty years of experience in this craft!
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