Chapter 22
Sure enough, after some workers saw that the noodle stall also sold pork offal, they also tried to come and buy some.
The Su family porridge stall has always been in short supply, and it still closed after more than an hour. Those diners who didn't get to eat had to settle for the mixed noodle stall.
The lady mixing the noodles laughed so hard that her dentures almost fell out. This was the best business she had ever had since she set up the stall. Everything was sold out. She must increase the supply tomorrow!
The amount of pork offal taken away from Su Miao's family increased to 30 kilograms, so they had to find a bigger pot to put it in.
After arriving at the stall, she discovered the auntie's pot of mixed noodles was even bigger than hers. She was surprised. Could it be that everyone else's taste standards were so low? They actually liked the auntie's food too?
The auntie who was serving the noodles had a happy look on her face and stretched her neck waiting for the diners to arrive.
"jingle"
When the bell rang, workers came out in groups to look for food as usual. Surprisingly, no one was interested in the mixed noodles that were doing good business yesterday.
The noodle-mixing uncle anxiously asked his wife, "What's going on? Why is there no one here? We fried 40 kilograms of pork offal today! If we can't sell all of it, we'll lose a lot of money!"
Giving a fierce glare to the packed self-service porridge stall, the noodle aunt said through gritted teeth, "Wait a little longer. Once they sell out, we'll come over."
Today, Su Miao was greeting customers while paying attention to the situation at the noodle stall, and it was just as she expected.
Customers who bought pork offal from the noodle stall yesterday have already noticed the difference in taste between the two.
As the saying goes, good news doesn’t travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. If you eat something good, you may not share it with others, but if you suffer a loss, you will definitely complain about it everywhere.
The mixed noodle stall ruined its reputation on the first day it started selling pork offal. Now, not to mention pork offal, there are very few people buying mixed noodles.
After waiting for a long time, the self-service porridge was sold out, but no one came to the noodle stall. The aunt selling noodles couldn't wait any longer and decided to take the initiative.
She found a regular customer who often bought mixed noodles in the crowd. Seeing that she seemed to have missed the self-service porridge, she hurried forward to greet her.
"Miss Xiao Zhang! Are you out getting lunch? Do you want some mixed noodles? We have pork offal too!"
Miss Zhang frowned and shook her head: "No, I'll just go back to the cafeteria to eat."
The lady mixing noodles looked at her in confusion as she walked away. She stopped a few more people, but was rejected without exception.
Finally, she dragged an old customer to her car and said, "Brother! Brother! Look how hot it is in the dog days of summer. I'll treat you to some mixed noodles and pork offal!"
The young man shook off his arm, which was being held by the noodle-mixing lady, and said helplessly, "Sister, please stop talking about the pig offal! The ones I bought yesterday were fishy and tough. Not only was it inedible, but it also ruined the taste of the noodles underneath. I won't buy them again."
"Oh no! I can't let you buy it! Why don't I treat you? I made a mistake yesterday, and today's is definitely better than yesterday's! You should try it, it doesn't cost anything!"
Seeing the lady mixing noodles persistently promoting her own pork offal, the young man couldn't refuse and nodded: "Then I'll try some pork offal."
"Okay!"
The auntie who mixed the noodles scooped some pork offal into the empty bowl and handed it to him to taste, thinking that if he finished eating and went back to spread the word, would diners come again?
Under her expectant gaze, the young man put the pig intestine into his mouth, chewed it, and then looked embarrassed.
He looked like he couldn't swallow it but didn't want to spit it out in front of the seller. He chewed it for a long time before finally swallowing it down with a strained throat.
"Sister! You fried the pig intestines just like yesterday and it's hard to chew! I'm choking!"
"Ah... maybe it's been fried for a little too long. Try the liver! Today's liver is pretty good!"
After eating the pig liver, the young man put down his chopsticks in despair: "Sister, although this pig liver is not as bitter as yesterday, it is still not as delicious as the one at the porridge stall. The taste is really different. I advise you not to fry it."
After saying that, he shook his head and walked away without caring about the reaction of the aunt who was mixing the noodles.
Seeing that fewer and fewer workers were coming out of the factory and the snacks from other vendors around were almost sold out, the noodle-selling couple squatted beside their tricycle with pale faces.
Business was so good yesterday that I made 4 dollars more than usual!
This morning, the couple went to the market to buy pork offal before dawn, and fried 40 kilograms of it in preparation for a big job today.
Forty pounds! Including the firewood and seasoning, the cost is nearly twenty yuan. It's all over now!
Not only did he lose money on buying pork offal, he even failed to sell many servings of mixed noodles.
Su Miao witnessed the entire miserable state of the noodle stall today, but he did not feel secretly happy.
As the saying goes, harmony brings wealth. Only when diners are satisfied with their meals and sellers can make money can a balanced state be formed.
It is always better to make money together than for one company to dominate the market alone, otherwise it will easily lead to trouble in the long run.
So even though the porridge stall is in short supply every day, she insists on selling only two buckets of porridge.
Firstly, his family is short of staff and needs to ensure quality; secondly, he doesn’t want to take away all the business so that other vendors can also make a profit.
After a few days, many vendors also realized her family's intentions, and most people got along with them in a friendly manner.
However, how to run the business is Auntie Mixed Noodles's own idea and has nothing to do with her. She just needs to do her job well.
The noodle stall had a big pot of pork offal that didn’t sell out, and everyone thought they would admit the loss and stop selling it, but unexpectedly they still had it the next day!
There is no extra charge this time, buy some mixed noodles and get them for free!
Because it was free, quite a few people bought it. It was said that the seasonings added were obviously more. Although it still didn’t taste good, it was barely acceptable.
The lady who was mixing the noodles prepared twice the amount of noodles today, and it was all sold out, but the smile on her face was very forced.
Her heart is bleeding!
These pork offal are what was left over from yesterday. Today I added a lot of seasonings and fried them again. In order to recover some of the cost, I resorted to giving them away for free.
I won’t be selling pig offal anymore, but I have to get the mixed noodle business back first!
After setting up the stall for so many days, the firewood and pickles I bought when I returned to the village are almost used up.
The next day, Su Yuanzheng went out at dawn. He was going back to the village to pick up some goods and then buy some pork offal.
Little Su Miao slept very well and didn't notice any movement. Her father turned off her alarm clock, and it was already 10 o'clock in the morning when she woke up.
After changing my clothes and going out to the yard, I saw my father unloading pig offal from the cart, so I immediately went over to help.
"Dad! I don't know when I turned off my alarm clock. It didn't even go off."
"I turned it off. Dad has to go back to the village to pick up some goods. He'll be late today, so I wanted you to sleep a little longer."
Despite rushing, they still arrived twenty minutes later than usual today. Although it was not time to get off work, there were several people waiting at their stall.
Seeing them coming, a thin old woman immediately stepped forward and yelled, "It's you! You're the one selling porridge here! My son got poisoned after eating your pork offal yesterday at noon! He's still in the hospital! You have to compensate my family!"
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