Chapter 17
The aunt selling cold noodles remembered that they had come to her business the day before yesterday, but she didn't expect that they came to inquire about the market that day.
She asked her husband to look after the car and walked over to talk to Su Miao and his daughter: "Hey, are you setting up a stall? What are you selling?"
Su Yuan was busy setting out the side dishes when Su Miao took over and said, "Auntie, we sell porridge."
"Selling porridge? Setting up such a big table to sell porridge? I told you that the guy wearing the hat over there is the porridge seller, and his business is not good!"
The aunt laughed in her heart, thinking it was something big, but it turned out to be selling porridge. That would not be a threat to her business.
"We don't sell pork porridge, we sell white porridge." Su Miao explained.
The aunt was about to say something else when she heard her husband calling her to go back home, saying that it was time to get off work and she had to get ready quickly.
After she walked back, several familiar vendors around her asked her about it, and when they heard that she was selling white porridge, they all sneered.
"The food at the sugar factory is already good. Even if we want to change our taste, we will definitely choose something more delicious. Who would buy simple and tasteless white porridge? They can't even compare to our food, and yet they want to share in it!"
"You really are overestimating your own abilities."
"Nowadays, everyone wants to set up a stall, thinking that it's so easy to make money!"
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The voices of several people were shouting very loudly, and the Su family father and daughter heard it clearly. Su Miao rolled her eyes at them.
Everyone should do their own business. Why do you care what I sell? If your food is delicious, are you afraid of losing your business?
He even had the mind to put pressure on them with these words. It was obvious that business was not booming and he was bored.
She turned to her father and said, "Dad, don't worry about them. We'll see whether they can be sold or not."
Su Yuanzheng nodded. He had already arranged the side dishes and poured porridge into a large basin and left it to cool. He was still a little nervous and stirred the porridge in the basin with a large iron spoon.
While the workers were still at work, the father and daughter drank some porridge first, so that they wouldn't be too busy to have lunch. They also invited Uncle Wang to come out and have a bowl of porridge.
Ding Dong
The bell for the end of work rang, and Uncle Wang opened the factory door wide. After a few minutes, workers came out one after another.
The Su family's stall was right next to the gate. It was very eye-catching with its tables and stools. Several young men walked over here out of curiosity.
The eyelids of the vendors who were gossiping just now twitched. Sure enough, the big stalls were more attractive. They prayed that the workers would turn around and leave when they heard that they were selling porridge, otherwise they would lose business again.
A young man with mousse in his hair asked, "Brother, does your family also sell food?"
Su Yuanzheng quickly replied: "Yes, yes, we sell porridge at home, and these dozen or so dishes are all edible."
The three of them leaned over to take a look and saw a row of dishes on the long table, including pickles, green vegetables, and even meat dishes.
"Hey, there are so many dishes. What do you mean we can eat all of them? How much is each dish? Do you want to help us serve it or do we serve it ourselves?"
Su Yuan was a little nervous and couldn't organize his words for a while, so Su Miao explained it to him.
"Big brother, my family uses these two sizes of bowls for porridge. The large bowl is 50 cents, and the small bowl is 30 cents. Each person also takes a small plate to hold the vegetables. The fried pork offal and pig's blood are always served with one spoonful. You can eat as much of the other side dishes as you want as long as you don't waste them."
"Your method is quite novel. I've never seen anyone who can help themselves pick up food. Aren't you afraid that we will eat too much?"
"Since we have set up a stall, we have to let customers eat to their heart's content, as long as there is no waste. We call it self-service porridge when we pick up our own food."
Several people looked at the spoon in Su Miao's hand. It was not small. Although the white porridge looked cheap, there were so many dishes, both meat and vegetables, which were too tempting. They immediately decided to try it.
"Okay! Give me a big bowl, little sister. Did you guys fry this pork offal yourself? It smells so good! I don't even dare to eat what my family usually makes."
"I want one too! I want a big bowl too!"
Su Miao scooped plenty of pig offal and pig blood onto the small plates of several people and said, "Yes! We spent a long time cleaning this pig offal, washing it thoroughly and using our own unique recipe. Brothers, please give us some comments."
Moss picked up a piece of pig intestine and put it in his mouth along with a few pickled bamboo shoots, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"Mmm! Delicious! So delicious! This pig intestine is not only not smelly, but also not tough. I can chew it!"
Upon hearing about it, his two co-workers couldn't wait to try it and applauded.
"This porridge is well cooked. It's so refreshing to have a mouthful on such a hot day. Brother, I think your porridge is much better than our canteen chef's. Our canteen's porridge is like paste."
Su Yuanzheng waved his hand modestly: "My amateurish skills can't compare to those of a master chef. I just make some simple porridge and side dishes. If you like it, I will set up shop here permanently in the future."
"I like it, I like it. You must come here regularly. You have so many dishes. I am already full but I haven't tried them all. I will definitely come again tomorrow."
The festive way the few people ate was the best signboard, and many people were attracted over. Su Miao was responsible for introducing the guests and collecting money, while Su Yuanzheng was responsible for serving the porridge and collecting the bowls. More than a dozen seats were filled in a short while.
Fortunately, the porridge is served quickly, so people who come later can still get a seat if they wait a little.
They prepared thirty bowls, so the collected bowls and chopsticks needed to be washed before being used.
Just now, Su Miao took advantage of the break before work to negotiate with the owner of the photo studio next door. He paid 2 yuan a month for water and borrowed the kitchen to wash dishes at noon.
The owner of the photo studio was a beautiful lady. Seeing that Su Miao was so well-behaved helping with housework, and also because they would only be setting up the stall for a short time and there wouldn't be many dishes to wash, she agreed.
So Su Miao would take the time to collect the dishes and wash them, which did not affect the table turnover rate at all.
Everyone looked at the side dishes, liking this and that, and didn't know how to choose. They used the public spoon in each bowl to scoop a little bit, which was enough for a whole plate.
The big bucket of porridge I cooked today was sold out in just one hour. This was because there were not enough seats and many people had to wait, otherwise it would have sold out even faster.
The lunch break at the sugar factory is two and a half hours. Some people who finished work late wasted their time and didn't come out to buy food until after one o'clock. When they came out, the Su father and daughter had already packed up their stall.
They didn't even know what this store was selling and missed it completely.
The tables and chairs were put into the utility room that Director Wang mentioned earlier. The tied covering cloth did not need to be removed, and the fruits that fell on the top were knocked down with a stick and swept away.
After loading the pots, pans, and utensils into the car, the area was cleaner than before, and it didn't look like it had ever been a food stall.
It was only two o'clock in the afternoon when they got home. After unloading the things, Su Miao pulled his father and started counting the money excitedly.
Spread out the banknotes one by one and count the different denominations separately.
Su Yuanzheng said excitedly, "Miao Miao! We actually earned 31.3 yuan today. Doesn't that mean we can earn back the money we spent on the tables, chairs, and kitchenware in just one week?"
Su Miao was also very happy: "Yes, and there are still more than half of the pickles left. Tomorrow we only need to buy the cost of pig blood and pig offal. In the future, we will know the amount of side dishes we need, and we can just stir-fry them every other day."
"Our daily cost is about 10 yuan, so we can make 20 yuan per bucket of porridge! How about we cook two buckets of porridge tomorrow? It's not enough to sell today. I see a lot of workers don't come out until after 1 a.m., and we've already closed up shop."
"Okay, let's boil two barrels, but can a truck pull it across?"
"If one cart isn't enough, we can pull two. It only takes about 20 minutes to go back and forth, and Dad has plenty of energy."
The father and daughter worked hard to clean all the utensils before going to rest.
Su Yuanzheng looked at the clock and found that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. He couldn't help but sigh that it was better to be a self-employed person. He had more free time and the working hours were several hours less than working in a factory.
One day's income could equal half a month's income before. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he felt that he had endless energy.
So he picked up his hoe and walked to the backyard with great interest, intending to expand the vegetable patch and save more costs by ordering more vegetables.
Su Miao was in the room listening to the sound of her father hoeing the ground. The "grunting" sound was like a lullaby, making her eyelids heavier and heavier.
She fell asleep quickly. After all, she was still an elementary school student, and a sufficient nap was very important, even though it was a little late.
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