Burrito? Is grilled tofu good? Want to try it?
Bah! Boss, how come your cooking skills are so different?
"Sorry, sorry, my wife made the burrito. Tomorrow, I'll make it myself. I guarantee it'll be almost as good as the baked tofu."
Forget it, let’s eat grilled tofu tomorrow!
The customers who had been gathering in front of the stall dispersed, and Zhou Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Business couldn't be good, and it couldn't be bad either. Fortunately, she listened to her sister and set a fixed amount every day, otherwise, she would have offended all the stalls.
"Zhu Hang, what's that look in your eyes?" When Zhou Yu secretly glanced at another stall, she found that her husband was looking at her with resentment.
“Who made this burrito?”
"Isn't this to prevent customers from being disappointed with the grilled tofu? Tomorrow, when we stir-fry, we'll add some ingredients. Similarly, we'll close once we sell out each day and not waste the whole day here."
Zhu Hang nodded repeatedly when he heard this. "Okay!" He also didn't like being confined to the stall all day long, with no free time at all.
After listening to her second sister's report on the day's success, her plans for tomorrow, and her willingness to open a skylight at the stall, Zhou Xiang nodded in agreement. "Keep your word. Every time we sell out, we'll put up a sign saying 'Sold out today, please come back tomorrow.' It would be nice to become a unique attraction in the food street."
"So, are you adding ingredients to my stir-fry wraps?"
"Add it! As I said before, use it in moderation."
"Um!"
At six o'clock the next day, as soon as the food court opened, a lot of customers poured in and lined up in front of the grilled tofu stall.
After grabbing a seat, I immediately called my wife or children to take over the queue while they went to buy other delicious food. After a busy morning at home, it is better to come here to spend some money, feel the atmosphere, and experience a different state of mind.
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