He Yanxia watched Wan Feng carefully as he fiddled with each step, and took notes in a small notebook.
This requires a process of adaptation and learning.
Anyway, there was nothing to do with Wan Feng's place since he had handed it over to the engineering team, so he just stayed at Zhang Xuan's house.
The temperature here is not yet enough to require a refrigerator, but if it were summer you would need to buy a refrigerator.
After the chicken was marinated, Wan Feng lit the charcoal fire in the grill and waited for the grill to reach the temperature. He then hung the chicken, which had been sprinkled with crispy water, on the grill with an iron hook.
An hour later, when I opened the lid of the baking pan, a fragrant aroma burst out.
Because of ventilation, the charcoal fire in the grill becomes bigger. After baking for about half an hour to forty minutes, the golden roast chicken is ready.
Wan Feng took out the chicken and cut a piece with a knife and let He Yanxia taste it first, then he cut a piece for himself.
"Delicious, delicious! I never thought chicken could be cooked like this. Hey! Xiao Wan, where did you learn this?"
"At my grandma's house, there are all kinds of food made at the Wahou market. I went there to learn how to cook when I had nothing to do. But I didn't learn it very well. I just made do." Who said you can't lie to your mother-in-law?
Wan Feng lied without even blinking.
"That's great, but how do you sell this thing?"
This is related to cost accounting.
The cost of a live chicken weighing three or four pounds is about two yuan, and with all the miscellaneous seasonings and labor, it costs enough to roast it and take it out of the oven to make three yuan.
"At least six or seven dollars a piece."
"Six or seven dollars a piece? Can this be sold? Not likely."
This is a joke. A farm worker earns over 40 yuan a month, and you expect him to spend 6 or 7 yuan to buy a roast chicken? This is simply impossible.
This is also a problem. Except for those cadres or those who have become rich first, ordinary people really cannot afford it.
But cadres and those who have become rich first are a minority after all. It’s not very meaningful if you can only sell three or two a week.
"Auntie! What do you think if we cut it in half and sell it for three yuan a half?"
This should be enough to sell it like this. Although the price of three yuan is not low, most people should be able to afford it. It should be okay to buy it once a month.
He Yanxia rolled her eyes for a long time and shook her head: "It's still expensive."
"How about separating the roasted chicken into parts and selling the wings at the same price, the legs at the same price, and the necks at the same price, and then selling the racks separately?"
He Yanxia blinked for a long time: "This seems to work."
Wan Feng did some calculations and decided to sell a pair of chicken wings for one dollar, a chicken leg for one dollar and a half, a chicken neck for one dollar, and the chicken body for four pieces at one dollar each.
Then buy half for four pieces and a whole chicken for six pieces.
After the price is set, it must be tested by the market. Without market testing, everything is just wishful thinking.
Wan Feng went to buy some glass and glued a glass cabinet together to install on Zhang Xuan's two-wheeled vehicle.
The next step was market testing. Wan Feng roasted four more chickens. Three golden whole chickens were hung in the glass cabinet, and one chicken was separated and placed on a tray at the bottom of the glass cabinet.
He cut a few red words out of red paper and pasted them on the glass cabinet, then pushed the cart to the door of the bus station.
It was half past twelve in the afternoon. The buses from the bus station to the countryside almost all departed between one and two-thirty. Those who were going home to the city almost all came out of the streets and went to the bus station to wait for the bus to depart at this time.
There are six big red characters on the glass cabinet of Wanfeng Cart: Authentic Beijing Roast Duck.
I don’t know if it was the four words “Beijing Roast Duck” that worked, or the three golden roast chickens hanging in the glass cabinet that made people salivate.
Wan Feng parked his car here for not long before a lot of people gathered around it.
These people weren't just there to watch, so they started asking all sorts of random questions.
"Hey, is this Beijing Roast Chicken? I've only heard of Beijing Roast Duck, but this is the first time I've heard of Beijing Roast Chicken. Are you kidding me?"
Wan Feng chuckled, "Brother! You're ignorant. It's true that Beijing is most famous for Quanjude's roast duck, but Beijing's roast chicken and roast goose are also very famous, just not as famous as Quanjude. Beijing also has roast pork, roast lamb, and roast beef, have you heard of them?"
Not to mention that they haven't heard of this, Wan Feng hadn't heard of it in 1985 either. But not hearing it doesn't mean they dare not say it.
Anyway, among the hundred people in Wu County, not even one has ever been to Beijing, and those young people from Beijing have already returned to the city.
"You say authentic Beijing roast chicken here, how do you prove you're authentic?"
This question is asked. There is still no other roast chicken in Wu County. If I say it is authentic, then of course it is authentic.
"I went to Panjiayuan in Beijing to learn how to roast chicken and duck when I was fourteen. I studied for three years and only came back at the end of last year. Tell me if I am authentic or not."
What is Panjiayuan? It seems to have nothing to do with roast chicken. It seems to be a place that deals in antiques.
They don’t know anyway, so it’s wrong.
People were still simple-minded and did not question Wan Feng's words. Instead, they started asking questions like whether it tasted good and how much it cost.
Wan Feng chopped off a piece of meat from the chicken and gave each person a piece the size of a fingernail to try.
Although Wan Feng's barbecue was not very professional, and if it were to be put on the market more than ten years later, it would at best be considered common stuff, but in 1985, his craftsmanship was still enough to pass muster.
“It tastes good.”
"Not bad, not bad, but it's too little. This guy is so dishonest to give us such a small amount. He's deliberately tempting our greed."
A joke by a man caused laughter.
"Tell us how you sold it, and we'll hear the price."
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