Chapter 227 Still Tastes Bad

So when we were tasting food yesterday, although the food prepared by Zhou Gaier was very average and not as good as those in big restaurants, it was not that bad either, and what’s more, his own shop borrowed the name of Jiang’s Snack Shop.

As long as the food isn't too bad, business will be good.

Bai Qianshan patted his chest, full of confidence.

"Okay, I'll give you a favor this time. If it still tastes bad, you must return the money."

"Well, forget it, just try it. Fortunately, I only bought a piece of meat pie."

"Shopkeeper, you haven't learned even a single bit of the taste of Jiang's Snack Shop. Don't just hang up a sign if the food inside doesn't look like what it is. Isn't this just selling dog meat under the guise of mutton?"

Some of the noisy guests felt that they had gotten a bargain and eaten for free, so they gave the guests face and stopped making trouble and sat back on their benches.

There were also a few people who refused to buy the account at all.

All kinds of sarcasm towards Bai Qianshan.

Bai Qianshan was so angry that his face turned red.

He picked up the folding fan and fanned himself vigorously.

But his anger didn't subside at all.

He would have been furious before this.

However, when doing business, you have to learn to be patient. There is no such thing as quarreling with customers.

With a stiff face and a forced smile, he waited with the guests for Zhou Gaier to prepare the food again.

After waiting for two quarters of an hour, Jiang Lingu finally brought it.

The guests are getting impatient waiting.

"Look, this is the mung bean soup from our Bai's Snack Shop. There are definitely a lot of mung beans this time! We also added sugar, so it's guaranteed to be sweet."

Bai Qianshan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the thick mung bean soup.

This time the guests should stop making trouble.

However.

He just sat down.

I was frightened by a thunderous voice and stood up from the stool.

"What the hell is this? Whose mung bean soup is hot? You should at least cool it down with well water! You told me to put sugar in it, but why can't I taste any sweetness? If it's like this, you should stop running your shop. This thing costs two cents a bowl, and you only discounted it by one cent on the first day of business. Otherwise, you would sell it for three cents? How dare you, huh?"

It's not as good as the one sold in the teahouse. Give me back my money. I want to go to Jiang's Snack Shop. Their mung bean soup is refreshing and sweet, and it's so cold that it makes your teeth cold. After one mouthful, all the dryness in my body disappears. I'm about to get a heat stroke after drinking your mung bean soup. Damn it, give me back my money quickly!"

The troublemaker was a big man with a full beard.

Although he was wearing coarse clothes, he looked a little poor.

But the muscular body and the scar on his face were enough to prove that he was not an ordinary citizen.

Sure enough, the token hanging around his waist allowed Bai Qianshan to recognize him at a glance. He was a bodyguard from the escort agency.

This kind of business makes money by walking on the edge of a knife.

You never know when you might encounter bandits while escorting a caravan and die.

They are all so ferocious that almost no one dares to mess with them.

Bai Qianshan too.

He swallowed.

I was so nervous.

He also wanted to use well water to cool down, but there was no water in the well.

It’s strange to say, the last time he came to the shop, he clearly saw water in the well, but as soon as the Jiang family moved away, the water disappeared.

It must be the Jiang family who scooped the well water into the river.

It is better to work hard than to make it cheap for them.

What a bunch of unruly people!

Bai Qianshan cursed and insulted the Jiang family madly in his heart.

Zhou was the only one busy in the backyard. As a woman, she had no strength to fetch water, so she had to continue using the river water for the mung bean soup even though it had become warm.

As a result, the mung bean soup was not cold at all, and was even steaming.

Jiang Fubao, who was scolded, sneezed.

She sat under the persimmon tree with a bowl of mung bean soup cooled with ice cubes in her hand and took a small sip.

For a moment, she seemed to be in an air-conditioned room.

It's so comfortable.

On the other side, Bai Qianshan apologized and explained frantically.

"I'm sorry, there's only one person in the backyard. Maybe he's too busy, or maybe the mung bean soup doesn't suit your taste. I saw that the others were eating well, so consider it as my treat. Please keep your voice down and don't interrupt our business. Lin Gu, return the money for the mung bean soup to this guest."

Bai Qianshan didn't dare to scold him and could only coax him patiently.

Jiang Lingu holds several positions.

He is a waiter, a shopkeeper, and a cashier.

He took out two cents from the drawer of the counter and handed it to the strong man.

The latter snorted coldly, turned around and left.

However, Bai Qianshan has not yet breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone slammed the table again.

"Shopkeeper, come here! What the hell is this? You told me this is called meat pie? The meat is meat, the pie is pie, and there's nothing to taste except a little salty taste. You're selling this for more than steamed buns. Aren't you a wicked person? I don't want to eat it. Give me my money back!"

Before Bai Qianshan could say anything, another person shouted angrily.

"Bah, you liar, didn't you say the taste is no worse than Jiang's snack shop? If you give this cold noodles to my dog ​​Wangcai, he will think it's worse than eating shit. Not only are the noodles lumpy, but the salt hasn't even dissolved.

I'm choking! You don't even put cucumber shreds in it, you call this cold noodles? How is it different from instant noodles in cold water? I'd rather eat noodles in oil soup, it's much cheaper."

"My syrup is the same. I thought it would be the same as the one in Jiang's Snack Shop. What the hell! It's just a little more green beans and a spoonful of sugar. The taste is obviously maltose. It's not as good as cane sugar. Jiang's Snack Shop uses cane sugar, which is very sweet.

Oh, I am an old man, and I am not pregnant, how can I eat such sour green plums? Ugh! Shopkeeper, I won't make trouble. Please return the money to me. I will go to Jiang's Snack Shop and eat, just as if I had never been here. "

An old man said with a frown.

He took a mouthful of the sugar-soaked rice and it tasted so sour.

A spoonful of sugar can't suppress the sourness of the green plum.

"It's really bad. Hey, I think there's a new shop that's a penny cheaper. I thought I'd try it. But it turns out that cheap food doesn't taste good. I'd better go to Jiang's Snack Shop. Shopkeeper, give me my money back quickly and don't waste my time."

"Give me your money back. I won't eat it anymore. It's too disgusting—"

"......"

In the shop.

Everyone was clamoring for a refund.

Bai Qianshan's face turned green. He snorted coldly and said to these people: "You want to go to Jiang's Snack Shop to eat? Humph, stop making trouble. They moved away a long time ago. Where are you going to eat?

At least in the short term, you won’t be able to eat it. Right now, only my Bai’s Snack Shop sells cold noodles and sweet soup. Soon my shop will also sell barbecue. You won’t be able to eat it anywhere else!”

Bai Qianshan arrogantly thought that the Jiang family was still looking for a shop in the town.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Jiang's Snack Shop is right next to you. Are you blind? Can't you see such a big sign?"

As soon as these words came out.

Bai Qianshan and Jiang Lingu were both stunned.

"What? They opened a shop? There is not a single vacant shop in this alley. How is that possible? Who rented it to them? I don't believe it."