The next morning, Changhai went to the nearby morning market, intending to have a hearty meal before trying to restore the dignity of Harbin.
But what he didn't expect was that he would die before he could even begin his mission.
It was only six in the morning, and the morning market was already packed with people.
Changhai stood in the crowd, finding it extremely difficult to move.
What should have taken only two minutes has now taken ten minutes, and we haven't even covered half the distance.
Looking at those energetic outsiders, Changhai didn't know what to say.
After all, this ghost town of Harbin has finally attracted so many outsiders, so we have to cater to their needs in everything.
Just as Changhai was about to give up, he saw a scene that baffled him.
It was a radish stall, and the stall owner, Old Ma, was squatting on the ground slicing radishes.
"Old Ma, what are you doing here?" Changhai asked anxiously.
"Can't you see? For the South..." Old Ma coughed lightly and said in a high-pitched voice, "I'm serving the noble Potato Princess. Princess, your carrots are cut up, here you go."
When Changhai saw Lao Ma's fawning expression, he almost fainted.
Is this still the same Lao Ma he knows?
Forget about radish slices, he's now even willing to buy a whole radish.
You know, when Changhai went to their house to buy two jin of radishes before, Old Ma was unwilling to sell them to him.
Old Ma said back then that if you wanted to buy two pounds of radishes, you should buy them from someone else; he only sells them in quantities of fifty pounds or less.
That's incredibly tough!
"Old Ma, what kind of thing are you doing? Where did your arrogance go, that you wouldn't sell me two pounds of radishes? Now you're not only selling me a single radish, you're even using a knife."
Old Ma rolled his eyes at Changhai and said without any restraint, "You're just spouting useless nonsense."
"You're always making a fool of yourself. Come on! I'll buy a radish too, and you can slice it for me."
"Get out of here! You want slices? I'll just feed you myself."
Thus, Changhai's first attempt to salvage Bingcheng's reputation... ended in a crushing defeat.
Not only did he not receive the treatment due to a small potato, he also received a sarcastic remark from his longtime friend.
It was so early in the morning, and with so many young people from the south around him, Changhai didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
After all, it's not easy for people from Harbin to come, so we shouldn't scare them.
Changhai glared at Lao Ma and said irritably, "You just wait, once these little potatoes are gone, we'll see if we don't peel you up."
After uttering such harsh words, Changhai continued to push forward with the flow of people.
With great difficulty, Changhai finally arrived at the breakfast stall he frequented.
"Old Liu, the usual three dishes."
After he finished speaking, Changhai found a seat and sat down.
These are all long-time customers of several decades, and Old Liu knows exactly what Changhai's three signature dishes are.
Before long, Lao Liu brought out the three-piece breakfast set from Changhai.
Fried dough sticks, a big beef bun, and a bowl of tofu pudding.
When Changhai saw the tofu pudding, he couldn't help but frown.
"This is a mess! They didn't even pour the gravy over the tofu pudding. Is this supposed to be rice?!"
Changhai picked up the tofu pudding and walked towards the kitchen, grumbling as he went.
But before he could even take two steps, his heart sank.
It was all because he heard a shocking piece of news.
"I didn't make any braising sauce today, we're just using baby potatoes, they love the sweetness," Old Liu said cheerfully.
Ever since Qin Zian brought Southern Little Potato to his house for sweet tofu pudding yesterday, the Little Potatoes have flocked over in droves.
Originally, Lao Liu only did business in the morning; once he sold out of tofu pudding, he would go home.
This rule has remained unchanged for so many years.
Seeing so many little potatoes waiting to eat his homemade sweet tofu pudding, Old Liu worked until the evening yesterday, which was unusual for him.
After yesterday's overwhelming success, Lao Liu decided to focus on providing excellent service to Xiao Tudou first.
As for the locals... well, let's leave that for later.
This incredible fortune has finally come to Bingcheng; they must seize it.
Changhai took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "Just you wait! Once these little potatoes are gone, we'll see if we don't peel you up."
And so, Changhai got a bowl of sweet tofu pudding.
Now that the food is served, we can't just waste it.
Changhai gritted his teeth and took a bite of the sweet tofu pudding.
An unusual taste spread across his tongue, and Changhai couldn't help but frown, forcing himself to swallow it.
Seeing Changhai's expression, his classmate, Nanfang Xiaotudou, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Uncle, what do you think of our southern sweet tofu pudding?"
"This..." Changhai coughed twice and unconsciously picked it up with his chopsticks. "It's a little unusual, but it's... quite unique."
Only after truly interacting with the little potatoes from the south did Changhai understand the mystery behind it.
It's not Old Ma's fault for slicing the radish, but Old Liu's fault for adding sugar to the tofu pudding.
These little potatoes are really adorable, and people are willing to travel all the way to their Ice City.
What about dignity, what about face...?
Stop with all that fancy stuff!
When guests finally come to our house, we absolutely have to treat them well.
And so, Changhai unknowingly joined the ranks of Little Potato's Guard.
But little did he know that this was just the beginning.
Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau, meeting room.
Qin Zian sat in the conference room with his colleagues, waiting for Wang Jianye to arrive for the meeting.
Thanks to his live stream yesterday, the negative impact of the 68-yuan sweet and sour pork incident has been completely resolved.
Nowadays, the entire internet's attention has been drawn to Northeastern cuisine.
It's either a guide to old-fashioned Northeastern cuisine, or a guide to cheap, large portions, and delicious new-style Northeastern cuisine.
certainly!
What has attracted the most attention from netizens is Qin Zi'an's innovative improvement of ingredients. Sweet tofu pudding and frozen pear dishes have become must-try delicacies for Southern Little Potato in Harbin.
Even so, Qin Zian did not stop there.
He knew perfectly well that the sweet tofu pudding and frozen pear dishes were just his unconventional attempts and could not truly represent the characteristics of Harbin.
Once the hype dies down, the southerners will find it uninteresting, and the locals in Harbin will inevitably feel uncomfortable.
Not only will Harbin suffer a backlash from the hype, but it will also become a laughing stock across the country.
In any case, Qin Zian would not allow these things to happen.
Besides, his cooking skills have already been maxed out by the system.
If you're just using this skill for some simple pranks, it would be a real waste.
So, after Qin Zi'an finished his broadcast yesterday, he went to do something big.
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