"Xiaoxi, you just play on the side and keep an eye on the customers. I'll sell them!"
Hearing her brother say this, Xiaoxi was happy to have some peace and quiet and secretly observed from the side.
After that, I didn't encounter any more unreasonable people. If they thought it was too expensive, they left; if they wanted to buy something, they bought it. Before long, another basket was sold out.
The owners of the barbecue and fried rice stalls had hoped to see the brother and sister make a fool of themselves, but instead of crying because they couldn't sell their food, they were already selling their third basket.
It's so unfair! So late at night, the breakfast vendors are doing such good business. It's the law of nature!
Xiaoxi and Ye Xingxian only prepared three baskets of shumai, and they sold out in less than an hour.
"Time to close up shop!"
Xiaoxi shouted happily, "Today's task is complete!"
"Xiaoxi, you must be hungry after all this work. How about I take you to the Mickeylin Restaurant later?"
Ye Xingxian took off his strange reflective vest and asked affectionately.
"Okay! Then I'll start with an Australian lobster. I feel like I could eat ten of them."
The siblings' conversation terrified the owners of the two stalls next to them.
So these two siblings are actually hidden millionaires, just really weird, and they're out looking for this kind of fun?
Because the watch that guy was wearing was worth millions, and judging from their demeanor, it couldn't be faked.
Are they out of their minds?
The two stall owners, thinking about their struggles to stay up all night selling goods and barely making ends meet, looked at each other and both shed bitter tears.
Xiaoxi and her group had a simple stall and packed it up in less than ten minutes.
Ye Xingxian carried Xiaoxi onto the tricycle, straddled it with his long legs, and rode off on the electric tricycle.
Back at the Ouchang community, the security guard Lao Wang at the gate widened his eyes again.
"Mr. Ye, why are you back so soon?" Business must have been bad, and you couldn't hold on.
"Old Wang, we've sold out of all our shumai!"
Old Wang couldn't help but feel devastated when he smelled the lingering aroma of shumai wafting by.
Soon after, the brother and sister changed their clothes and drove to the Mikilin Restaurant.
The brother and sister discussed and summarized their findings while eating.
"We've scouted out a spot today. We'll buy this place for a week, and then move on to another place next week."
"Okay, we'll do as Fifth Brother says. We'll make three baskets on weekdays and adjust the quantity on weekends depending on the situation."
Xiaoxi thought about how the steamer at home hadn't been washed yet, but she couldn't bear to let her brother's handsome, cartoon-like hands wash it.
"Fifth Brother, why don't you have your men help out, steam some glutinous rice and roll out some dough or something?"
As long as the filling is good, I don't mind letting them do the wrapping; I'll just be in charge of preparing the filling from now on.
"Sure, Xiaoxi has the final say."
The people Ye Xingxian brought were all from the Piaomiao Mountain Taoist Temple. They were usually good at working, so why not help the siblings lighten their burden?
My main concern is that my younger sister is so tired every day, and making shumai is so monotonous. What if she gets impatient and quits?
Then the brother and sister discussed and improved the disposable boxes, ordered high-end disposable boxes, and printed the "Juxiang Shaomai" logo on them.
Since we're not aiming for profit, costs aren't an issue.
The next evening, Xiaoxi and Fifth Brother set up their stall again.
With the help of Fifth Brother's men, Xiao Xi was much more relaxed. When it was time, she jumped onto the tricycle, and Fifth Brother, with his long legs, set off on the electric tricycle.
As always, Old Wang greeted them at the door and watched them leave.
The brother and sister arrived at the intersection of Guangdajie Street where they had set up their stall yesterday.
The uncles and aunties selling barbecue and fried rice were utterly astonished: the wealthy brother and sister were at it again, it seemed like God had sent them to torment them.
Xiao Xi and Ye Xingxian's business was just as booming as yesterday; they had just steamed their third batch of shumai.
Then someone shouted, "The city management officers are coming! Run!"
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