Xiao Wu and Xiao Xi both said it was to accumulate good fortune.
If it's sold too cheaply, his status as a national chef would be reduced to nothing, which he cannot accept.
Knowing that people were in a hurry and worried that the porridge would be too hot, Ye Zhongnan ladled out a few bowls of porridge and placed them on the tricycle to cool.
The unique fragrance carried by the morning breeze immediately attracted passersby.
"Boss, how much is a bowl of porridge?"
"Huh? Ten yuan! I'll have a bowl!"
A young man was in a hurry, but the aroma of porridge made him extremely hungry.
A bowl of porridge costs ten yuan. Although it's expensive, it's not unaffordable. The main reason is that it smells so good, it's incredibly enticing.
The young man hurriedly scanned the QR code and paid ten yuan.
Ye Zhongnan quickly handed him a bowl and took a disposable spoon.
"Would you like some side dishes?"
"Pour it directly into the porridge."
The porridge has cooled just right, to a comfortable temperature.
The young man took a big sip: Wow, the broccoli porridge has a delicate texture. I never expected the broccoli to become so soft after cooking, and the rice grains also provide a rich flavor.
The freshness of broccoli and the creaminess of rice.
Taking a sip of porridge filled the young man with a sense of novelty and satisfaction.
"Wow, this is so delicious! I've never had such good porridge in my life."
In less than two minutes, the young man finished a bowl of wine. He then scanned the QR code for ten yuan and ordered another bowl.
Oh my god, this tastes so good.
Then he scanned the code a third time, saying he wanted to pack it up and take it to his colleague.
"I'll come earlier tomorrow so I can have some porridge," the man thought to himself as he rushed towards the subway station with the takeout porridge in hand.
Once the first person buys it, a second person will follow.
Before long, Ye Zhongnan didn't even have time to ladle out the porridge and left it to cool.
Many people held their bowls of piping hot porridge and started blowing on them while drinking.
Some people even paid for their food, packed it up, and left.
The white radish that filled about half a basin was also particularly popular.
The morning rush hour was over, and Ye Zhongnan's broccoli porridge was sold out.
There weren't many pedestrians at the alley entrance after that.
A group of elderly men and women, having finished their exercise, were passing through the alley.
They saw the young man buying porridge from afar and felt very disdainful.
Several middle-aged women walked over and started causing trouble.
"Handsome guy, I think you're obsessed with money. You're so talented and good-looking, why don't you go to work and do something productive!"
"What? It's just a simple vegetable porridge, and you have the nerve to make money from it, 10 yuan a bowl?"
"If it were that profitable, I wouldn't want to live on my old bones anymore. I'd come out and sell porridge tomorrow. I'd definitely sell more than you!"
Several middle-aged women laughed wildly and looked down on them.
Ye Zhongnan didn't want to stoop to their level, so he decided to pack up and leave.
Upstairs from Ye Zhongnan lived Dong Pingping, who suffered from anorexia.
Because after 7:30, she suddenly couldn't smell the aroma of porridge in her sleep.
There's a huge emptiness in my heart.
As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, she sprang up from the bed.
"It tastes like broccoli porridge! It smells so good!"
Dong Pingping made a silent vow: if she didn't drink this bowl of porridge today, she would die.
She hastily put on her clothes and rushed out, determined to find that bowl of life-saving broccoli porridge.
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