Chapter 15, First Day of Setting Up a Stall
Have you ever tried Bo Bo Chicken?
Upon hearing Song Xinran's words, Huang Yun and her daughter Ding Sisi both looked bewildered.
What kind of dish is this?
Ding Sisi's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "Is it something similar to fried chicken nuggets or roasted chicken wings?"
Song Xinran smiled, shook her head, and said no.
Bo Bo Chicken is simply various ingredients skewered on bamboo sticks and soaked in a container filled with broth. It's quick and easy to serve to anyone who wants to buy it.
After hearing her explanation, Ding Sisi was somewhat disappointed: "Oh, is that so? Then what's the difference between that and boiled vegetables dipped in sauce?"
She's had enough of this kind of food at home; she wouldn't spend money to buy it.
Huang Yun tugged at her daughter's arm and said to Song Xinran with a smile, "Your idea is not bad, but will anyone buy something that sounds so simple?"
"Besides, we've never seen this before, so it won't be of any help to you."
Song Xinran smiled: "When the time comes, Sister Yun and Sisi can come and try it. Giving me some feedback would be the best help."
Song Xinwen, who was walking beside her, couldn't help but chime in when he heard this: "Xinran's cooking is especially delicious. My son got up in the middle of the night to sneak some, but he ate too much and ended up with a stomachache and had to go to the clinic."
Huang Yun had never tasted Song Xinran's cooking, only heard Song Xinran mention it during a meal together, and asked in surprise, "Was the child alright afterwards?"
Song Xinwen laughed heartily and said, "It's okay. He asked me every day after that when his aunt would cook again. He just didn't have the chance. When Xinran was around, he couldn't eat greasy food, and now that Xinran is gone..."
Having inadvertently brought up something unpleasant, Song Xinwen quickly changed the subject: "Anyway, you'll know once you try it. Anything I say now is just empty talk."
Holding Song Xinran's hand, Song Yu looked up and said, "Mom's cooking is the best."
He always walked with the adults, and he was well-behaved while walking, without making a fuss. Even with so many stalls around, he didn't try to coax his mother into buying this or that.
Huang Yun glanced at him occasionally and saw that he would open his round eyes and look around, then immediately turn his head to look at everyone, and then continue to look around. The little child had quite a lot of curiosity.
He looked up again, speaking in a childish yet earnest voice. Huang Yun was instantly charmed and bent down to tease him, "Little Yu is so cute, and Auntie's cooking is delicious too. Little Yu, would you like to come to my house?"
Song Yu's eyes widened, and she grabbed Song Xinran's hand tightly, shaking her head nervously: "I, I live at my mother's house."
Huang Yun chuckled and said, "Everyone wants a cute kid like Xiao Yu. Why don't you come and play at our house for a few days?"
Song Yu stammered, "No, I'm not cute. Auntie, go find other children. Little Yang is cute too. He loves going to other people's houses."
While at his aunt's house, Cai Yang would run around everywhere all day, visiting every house in the village with children.
At this moment, Song Yu is doing his best to promote the product.
Song Xinwen couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He thought to himself that if Cai Yang were here, he would probably run over there on his own as soon as he heard that someone had something delicious to eat, without even being invited.
Huang Yun suppressed a laugh: "But what if Auntie only likes Xiao Yu and doesn't like the other children?"
Song Yu was at a loss. He held Song Xinran's little finger and looked up at her for help.
Song Xinran smiled and said, "Then Xiao Yu should invite Aunt Huang to our house more often in the future, so we can see Xiao Yu every day."
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly imitated her mother's words, saying, "Auntie came to my house to play."
He's happy for his aunt to come over, as long as he doesn't have to leave his mom to stay at his aunt's house.
*
The next morning, Song Xinran got up early, brought enough money and carried a basket on her back.
Song Xinwen was somewhat surprised by her attire: "Where are you going so early?"
“I go to the farmers market to buy vegetables. The vegetables are fresh in the morning and there is a wide variety.”
Song Xinwen: "We haven't finished eating the dishes from last night yet."
Song Xinran smiled and said, "Sister, I'm going to make Bo Bo Chicken today."
Song Xinwen was extremely surprised: "Are you going to sell it today? You have neither tools nor a vehicle, you don't know the people, and you haven't practiced before. Why don't you observe for a few more days before going?"
The people here are very practical and thorough in their work. They always make full preparations before doing anything, especially since this is no small matter. Song Xinran had never run a stall before and had absolutely no experience.
“Sister,” Song Xinran said, “setting up a stall to sell things is not a big deal. All you need is a table and a bowl to hold the vegetables. It’s not as complicated as you think. If you just watch without doing it, you will grow more and more fear and anxiety in your heart. But once you do it, you will know that it’s not that big of a deal.”
Song Xinwen still couldn't help but frown: "What if something happens? We have no experience."
Song Xinran smiled: "When you encounter a problem, you solve it. Once you solve it, you gain experience."
"Sis, don't overthink it. I'm going out to buy groceries now. Xiao Yu is still sleeping."
Song Xinwen thought for a moment, but was still worried: "No, I'll go with you and lock the door so Xiao Yu can stay home by herself."
She was Song Xinran's older sister after all, so how could she not help her younger sister more in such an important matter? Although neither of them had experience, two people could do more work than one person.
"Mom, Aunt, I want to go with you." Song Yu woke up at some point, ran to the door, and looked at them anxiously.
Song Xinran made the final decision: "Okay, let's go together then."
"Xiao Yu, there are a lot of people at the market. Hold your mother's hand so you don't get lost. Don't be afraid of the crowd."
Song Yu's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes, I'm not scared!"
Today is market day. At 6:30 in the morning, the market was already bustling with activity. The cooked food section, the vegetable section, and the meat section were all crowded with people.
Song Yu had never seen so many people before and was a little nervous, so he held Song Xinran's hand tightly.
Song Xinran went to the vegetable section first, where most of the vegetables were in season. She bought lettuce, winter melon, lotus root, oyster mushrooms, white radish, bok choy, and potatoes.
Classic side dishes for Bo Bo Chicken include broccoli, kelp knots, and tofu puffs, but they weren't available at the market, so Song Xinran decided to check at the supermarket later.
When it came time to pay, Song Xinwen tried to pay, but Song Xinran refused, saying, "Sister, let me do it. I need to calculate the costs and profits."
Afterwards, she went to the meat section, where Song Xinran spotted Huang Yun at a glance and happily greeted her.
As she got closer, Huang Yun noticed the vegetables in the basket and exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you buy so much stuff? Are you having guests over?"
Song Xinran said no, she was preparing to make Bo Bo Chicken herself.
"You guys are so quick!" Huang Yun couldn't help but think even more highly of Song Xinran. Look at her energetic and decisive manner; she does whatever comes to mind, much better than those who think too much and end up doing nothing.
Huang Yun has been selling meat in town for many years and has her own set of standards for judging people. Song Xinran's personality shows that she is capable and good at handling things.
She couldn't help but exclaim, "That's how you should do things! I'll come and help you after I sell this meat!"
Song Xinran said, "Sister Yun, you can just bring your mouth to help us. Invite your family too, and let them try my cooking."
Huang Yun said, "Okay!"
"Sister Yun, give me three pounds of lean meat, I'll put it in the Sichuan-style boiled chicken."
Huang Yun smiled: "I'll pick out a good one for you."
Upon hearing this conversation, Song Xinwen was extremely surprised. She had thought that Huang Yun would also advise her to do more research and accumulate experience after hearing Song Xinran's words, but she did not expect Huang Yun to agree with her so much.
Huang Yun is from the town and owns her own meat shop, so she's definitely more knowledgeable than the villagers.
That's what she said...
What Song Xinwen had always firmly believed in was now beginning to waver.
After buying the meat, Song Xinran, on Huang Yun's recommendation, also bought some chicken gizzards, chicken hearts, and other items, which were indeed cheaper than those from other vendors.
After gathering most of the ingredients, it's time to buy the ingredients for making the soup base.
For Bo Bo Chicken, the broth is the soul, determining the flavor of the entire dish.
Traditional Bo Bo Chicken uses chicken broth as its base, so Song Xinran was about to buy a chicken. Upon hearing this, Song Xinwen immediately said, "Why buy one? We have so many at home. I'll go home and catch one for you."
Song Xinran stopped Song Xinwen's idea and said seriously, "Sister, don't go back. If you go back now, your brother-in-law will definitely think that you can't leave this family, and he will definitely be more unrestrained in his words and deeds in the future."
Song Xinwen frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Then he heard Song Xinran say, "But I know you've done a lot for the family. No family can do without you. Just take your brother-in-law for example. He can't do laundry or cook. He'll definitely come to you in a couple of days, and then you'll be able to make the decisions."
"Sis, I don't want you to go back and put yourself at a disadvantage just to get me a chicken."
Hearing this, Song Xinwen felt very comforted. She had indeed done a lot for that family, but Cai Yongde hadn't seen her efforts. Her sister had, and now she was still wholeheartedly thinking of her.
In comparison, Song Xinwen felt that Cai Yongde was even worse.
“Okay, Xinran, we’ll do it your way.” Song Xinwen said with emotion, “You’ve worked at the glass factory for two years, and you’ve changed a lot.”
Song Xinran smiled but didn't say anything. She didn't actually agree with what she had just said, but she knew that Song Xinwen liked to hear it, and she didn't want Song Xinwen to go back and suffer so soon, so she played along.
Song Xinwen himself raises chickens and knows how to identify free-range chickens. He bought a large rooster weighing seven or eight pounds and spent fifty yuan after negotiating the price.
Song Xinran then bought other seasonings for making the soup, and finally carried a full basket on her back and a lot more in her hands, returning home with a full load.
“The costs of doing business are not low; these must have cost a hundred or two.” Song Xinwen watched as the money was handed over one bill at a time, and she felt a pang of heartache.
Song Xinran: "Not much, it cost a total of one hundred and sixty."
Song Xinwen clicked his tongue in distress, wanting to say something, but when he thought about how Huang Yun and Song Xinran had surprisingly similar ideas about setting up a stall, he felt that it might be his fault, so he kept quiet.
"Xinran, what should we do now?"
"First, make the soup base. Start simmering the chicken broth."
Song Xinwen cleaned the rooster, and Song Xinran put the whole chicken into a pot, added ginger, scallions, and cooking wine, and waited for it to simmer slowly on the honeycomb briquette stove.
On the other hand, they started cleaning the ingredients, which was a troublesome and complicated task, especially since they had bought a lot of things. It took two hours to wash and cut all the ingredients.
The chicken soup was already simmering. Song Xinran took the chicken out, filtered out the clear broth, and prepared to make the soup base.
The broth is the key to Bo Bo Chicken, so Song Xinran takes it very seriously. She heats the rapeseed oil, adds spices, and removes them only when they turn golden brown. Then she prepares to pour the oil into the pre-prepared seasoning bowl.
The most important thing when frying oil is the oil temperature. If it's too low, the aroma won't be released; if it's too high, it will burn and taste bitter.
Song Xinran's control over the heat is superb; even with only a honeycomb briquette stove, she can still heat the oil to the perfect temperature.
As soon as the hot oil is poured into the bowl, the chili powder, Sichuan peppercorn powder, and sesame seeds release a strong aroma, crackling and popping.
Song Xinran stirred the seasonings, heated the oil slightly, and poured it over the second time. This time, the aroma was even stronger, filling the entire kitchen.
Watching from the side, Song Xinwen couldn't help but swallow hard as he smelled the aroma.
The third pour of oil left the ingredients in the bowl glistening with a golden sheen, making them look as if they were plated with gold. Not to mention the aroma, which was so enticing that it would make you want to eat a bowl of white rice.
"Who's cooking so early in the morning? The aroma woke me up!" a passerby shouted from outside the window.
Song Xinran smiled and recalled that in her previous life, when her health was a little better, her parents would push her out for a walk. She would always sniff the aroma of other people's stir-fried dishes, because she really wanted to eat them.
Next, she mixed the prepared chicken broth and chili oil together, and added soy sauce, salt and other seasonings.
Many spices are not sold in this small town, such as Sichuan pepper oil, but the combination of each spice is equally important. When they are combined well, all the flavors are harmonious.
Song Xinran added the ingredients one by one according to their feel, and then adjusted the overall flavor after tasting them.
After all this, the broth is finally ready.
Looking at the pot full of soup with glistening red oil floating on top, Song Xinwen couldn't help but ask, "So much, can we finish it all?"
"Take some and invite Sister Yun and her family to try it. We'll soak the rest of the vegetables and sell them tonight."
After preparing the broth, the ingredients were added to the pot one by one and cooked. Since each ingredient takes a different amount of time to cook, precise control of the cooking time is necessary to ensure the best taste.
Song Xinran got up before six o'clock, and by the time she finished preparing everything, it was already noon. Even so, some of the ingredients were not yet skewered, but the Bo Bo Chicken they were going to eat for lunch had been soaking for an hour and was already flavorful.
Upon hearing the shouts, Huang Yun immediately replied, "Coming, coming right away."
She urged her daughter, who was in the toilet, "Sisi, hurry up, why do you always have to go to the toilet first thing after coming back from school?"
Ding Sisi said, "The school toilets smell terrible. I've been holding it in for so long. Mom, you go ahead, I'll be right there."
"Okay, hurry up and get it done."
Ding Sisi went to the toilet, washed her hands, and changed her clothes before slowly going to Aunt Song's house.
She is in sixth grade at the town's central primary school. Today was market day, and there were many food vendors. She bought a braised chicken foot after school at noon and ate it. It was very delicious.
Ding Si thought that it would be great if Aunt Song could sell braised chicken feet. There were no braised food vendors near the Third Middle School. Each chicken foot cost 50 cents, and she could buy two with her daily allowance.
Aunt Song said she was going to make some kind of "bobo chicken," but Ding Sisi had never heard of it before. When she heard that it would be made with all sorts of vegetables, she wasn't very interested, since Ding Sisi was a meat lover.
As soon as Ding Sisi arrived at Aunt Song's house, she saw a group of people eating together. Everyone was quiet, picking up food and putting it in their bowls, then eating it with gusto.
Ding Sisi paused for a moment, then called out, "Mom." She then called out to the others in turn.
Huang Yun didn't even look up, only saying, "Sisi's here, come sit down quickly."
Song Xinran smiled at her and said, "Sisi, come over here. I saved you the seat next to your mother. I made Bo Bo Chicken today, so try it."
Ding Sisi responded, feeling a little strange.
What's going on today? After she arrived, her mother not only didn't look at her, but didn't even say a word during the meal.
Huang Yun has always been a talkative person. When visiting other people's homes, she likes to help the host with chores and chat. Especially during meals, she keeps praising the host's food. Her rich language and exaggerated tone often leave Ding Sisi in awe.
"The taste is just so-so, Mom, you're exaggerating!" Ding Sisi would say this every time she left.
Huang Yun would say that this is politeness and courtesy, and that she should learn to do the same.
Ding Sisi pouted; she felt she couldn't say anything against her conscience anyway.
But what's wrong with her mom today? She's not praising the people or the food at all.
After sitting down, Ding Sisi nudged Huang Yun's arm and asked, "Mom, how was Aunt Song's Bo Bo Chicken?"
She was intentionally reminding her mother not to forget the proper etiquette, but Huang Yun only said, "It's delicious, really delicious, you should eat some too."
Ding Sisi pouted, thinking that her mother was probably acting a little strange today. There was nothing she could do but be polite as her daughter, since she was already in sixth grade.
"Aunt Song, your Bo Bo Chicken smells so good! My mouth is watering just smelling it. It would definitely sell very well if you set up a stall there!"
Looking at the little girl, Song Xinran thought to herself, "This is amazing!" Unlike hot dishes, the aroma of Bo Bo Chicken is not easily released. Now that it has cooled down and absorbed the flavor, the aroma doesn't waft into the air; it's all infused into the ingredients.
Even in this condition, Ding Sisi could still smell the odor; her nose is truly sensitive.
She smiled and said, "Try a little. Your mother said you're a regular at the food stalls in town and have the best palate. Give me your feedback."
Ding Sisi mimicked her mother's usual polite tone, saying, "Not at all, it looks delicious, how could I possibly have any complaints? It's already very tasty!"
Ding Sisi didn't stand on ceremony. She glanced at her mother again. Her mother didn't say anything, just kept picking up food. Ding Sisi sighed inwardly.
Being a sixth-grade student is really too difficult.
"Then Aunt Song, I'll start eating."
The large enamel basin was full of soup, with a layer of glistening red oil floating on top and sesame seeds scattered around, making it look very appetizing.
Ding Sisi picked up her chopsticks, intending to pick up a piece of chicken, but when she picked it up, she found it was actually a piece of white radish.
Ding Sisi: ...
She hates white radishes the most, always finding them to have a strange taste, and no matter how long she cooks them, they don't absorb flavor easily.
But her parents taught her that if you eat something you don't like while visiting someone's house, just swallow it silently and don't take it next time; that's polite.
Ding Sisi looked at the radish in the bowl and her defenses crumbled. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and stuffed it into her mouth. Just as she was about to swallow it whole, her tongue immediately tasted the flavor.
Ding Sisi opened her eyes with a start, and for a moment she felt as if every cell on her tongue had been awakened by this taste.
Numbing, spicy, fresh, and fragrant!
In an instant, only these few words were in her mind. What she had thought was just an ordinary phrase now made her realize how profound and complex the Chinese language truly is.
She couldn't wait to bite down. The radish, which she used to hate the most, had now become incredibly delicious. The radish was cooked just right, not too hard or too soft, with a sweet juice that, combined with the rich flavor of the broth, brought out a numbing sensation.
Based on Ding Sisi's experience of tasting all the stalls in town, spicy food is usually accompanied by greasiness, but strangely, the combination of radish and soup made people feel very refreshed.
He clenched his teeth and swallowed it down his throat without hesitation.
Ding Sisi felt like she hadn't even tasted anything before swallowing it. No, she needed to taste it more.
Lettuce slices, potato slices, lotus root slices...
She picked up a bunch of vegetables, but Ding Sisi was no longer disappointed. She had never thought that vegetables could be made so delicious!
Each dish has its own unique flavor, and when combined with the numbing and spicy sauce, the taste becomes even richer.
The lotus root slices were crisp and refreshing, the lettuce was fragrant, and the thin potato slices were cooked until translucent. Ding Sisi couldn't stop eating them.
Finally managing to pick up a piece of meat, Ding Sisi couldn't wait to put it in her mouth. The meat slices were cooked just right, not dry at all, and soaked in broth. With one bite, the aroma of the meat fat and the broth blended into an exquisite flavor, and Ding Sisi's eyes lit up.
She swore it was the best meat she had ever eaten!
When she was so engrossed in eating that she couldn't stop talking, Ding Sisi finally understood why her mother hadn't said anything at first.
It's not that they forgot to be polite; it's that they simply didn't have time to be polite.
After eating all the dishes in the enamel basin, Ding Sisi scooped a spoonful of broth and poured it into her bowl. Each grain of white rice was coated with a layer of refreshing red oil broth. You could only smell a hint of chicken soup and the numbing aroma of Sichuan peppercorns, but when you tasted it, the flavor was magnified a thousand times, making you want to swallow your tongue.
By the end, Ding Sisi couldn't eat anymore. She looked at the food in the enamel basin, biting her cheek, thinking that she really shouldn't have bought that braised chicken feet after school today. She should have saved room for the hot pot chicken!
"Xinran, your cooking skills are impeccable!" Huang Yun was also full and leaned back in her chair, not wanting to move at all.
Song Xinwen was proud: "Xinran's cooking skills are getting better and better, even better than what she makes at home."
In just a few days, there has been tremendous progress.
She originally thought that the dishes Song Xinran made in her hometown were already delicious enough, but she didn't expect that they would be even better in town. Could it be that the new house is more auspicious for her?
If Song Xinran knew what she was thinking, she would definitely be happy. Her cooking skills hadn't changed much, after all, she had worked in this industry for more than ten years in her previous life. It's just that she only cooked home-style dishes at home, so no matter how good they tasted, everyone subconsciously felt that they were about the same.
The "Bo Bo Chicken" I made today was something they had never heard of or eaten before. The novelty and freshness made up for it a lot, and the taste was really good, which is why they were so amazed.
"It's just a pity..." Huang Yun said, frowning.
"What's wrong?" Song Xinran asked, thinking that there might be some adjustments needed to the flavor or ingredients.
"It's such a waste to sell such delicious Bo Bo Chicken at a street stall. It should be made to restaurant standards to match the taste!"
Ding Sisi quickly raised her hand: "I don't agree with my mother's opinion. If we set up a stall, I won't be able to afford to buy things if we open a shop. Everyone should be able to taste this delicious food."
Song Xinran smiled and said, "Don't worry, we'll set up our stall tonight."
As for opening a shop, she'll definitely do it once she makes money!
After everyone had eaten their fill, they didn't want to move and sat on the cool chairs chatting. Huang Yun and Ding Sisi both expressed great optimism about Song Xinran's career.
As Song Xinran listened to their conversation, it seemed as if they were praising her to the heavens, and she thought to herself that the mother and daughter really were alike.
Before she knew it, it was time for Ding Sisi to go to school in the afternoon. Song Xinran asked, "Sisi, are snacks allowed in your school and class?"
Ding Sisi said, "Of course you can, but you can't eat it during class, haha, but some classmates secretly eat it."
These days, schools aren't as strict as they are in the future, otherwise there wouldn't be a long string of stalls outside schools.
"I also made some Sichuan-style boiled chicken for tonight's stall. Take some to class for your classmates," Song Xinran said.
Ding Sisi was overjoyed.
Huang Yun quickly declined, saying, "This won't do. These are the things you're selling to make money. How can I give them away like this? If Sisi likes them, I'll buy them for her."
Ding Sisi nodded repeatedly, "Buying it is fine! I have my own little stash of money too!"
Song Xinran said, "Sister Yun, this is what I was thinking. I was planning to set up a stall anyway, and today is the first time. I was worried that no one would come. Sisi bringing some to class for her classmates is a way of promoting the business. This has helped me a lot, so how could I let you pay for it?"
Huang Yun said, "Are you worried about not being able to sell them? Once they're served, everyone who's bought and tried them will want more!"
Song Xinran said earnestly, "Sister Yun, I'm worried that no one will come to be the first customer. Even the best wine needs to be found far away."
In the end, Song Xinran still packed half a box for Ding Sisi in a disposable lunchbox, about twenty skewers, with both meat and vegetables. When Ding Sisi left, she was holding the lunchbox, smiling from ear to ear. As soon as she went out, she said, "Mom, Aunt Song's food is so delicious, and she's such a nice person. She even treated my classmate to Bo Bo Chicken. I will definitely help her spread the word!"
Huang Yun enjoyed her meal: "There are quite a few people who like Aunt Song. She is a very smart and capable person. Take these pot-boiled chickens to your class and don't eat them. Spread the word about Aunt Song."
Ding Sisi said through gritted teeth, "I know!"
*
At 4:30 p.m. sharp, Song Xinran set up her stall.
Song Xinwen carried a table in both hands, Song Xinran held a pot of Sichuan-style boiled chicken, and Song Yu carried a signboard and tablecloth. Together they headed to the spot they had chosen earlier.
The prime stall spots near the entrance of No. 3 Middle School had already been taken by the established vendors, so Song Xinran didn't bother to squeeze in with them. As a newcomer, she preferred to keep a low profile and chose her spot at the very end.
Originally, the stall at the end of the street was owned by a vendor selling fried skewers; now, the stall at the end of the street has become hers.
Song Xinwen set the table, and Song Yu stood on tiptoe to place a clean tablecloth on it. Song Xinwen quickly smoothed it out, and then Song Xinran placed a large pot of Sichuan-style boiled chicken on it.
They also placed the signboard in the most conspicuous place.
“There are two more pots at home, I’ll go get them, you guys wait here for me for a bit,” Song Xinran said.
Song Xinwen took her hand and said, "I'll go."
She looked around, feeling a little timid and worried. In the village, Song Xinwen was a very capable person. She planted the most crops in the area, and the villagers always praised her. Song Xinwen also thought she was quite capable.
But once she got to town and the topic of setting up a stall came up, she lost her confidence. Especially when she saw the other stalls, they were mostly tricycles, or at least handcarts, and they all looked quite professional. Theirs was just too simple!
What if we can't sell them? We'll not only lose money, but we'll also become a laughing stock.
But when she turned to look at Song Xinran, her younger sister was chatting and laughing with the child, showing no sign of worry whatsoever.
Song Xinwen kept his mouth shut, wanting only to do some work to dispel his worries, and hurried home to bring the other two pots of Bo Bo Chicken.
Be careful, there are about two hundred skewers in this pot. According to Song Xinran's current pricing, a pot of vegetarian dishes costs about 40 yuan and a pot of meat dishes costs 80 yuan.
At this moment, Song Xinran was packing up her stall. Although it was simple, it had the basics. She went to the bank to exchange for change and even brought a shoulder bag to carry on her back.
Song Yu placed his hands on the edge of the table. He was a little timid, but the thought of accompanying his mother to set up a stall for the first time today gave him courage. He was also thinking about what he could do to help his mother later.
A pair of eyes cautiously scanned their surroundings, when suddenly they spotted someone walking towards them. Song Yu quickly tugged at Song Xinran's sleeve: "Mom, someone's here."
Song Xinran looked up and saw a middle-aged woman wearing an apron walk up to their stall. She looked them up and down with a critical eye and read out the sign: "Benben Chicken, vegetarian skewers are two cents each, meat skewers are four cents each."
Song Xinran: "Hello, what would you like to see?"
When she arrived, she noticed the fried food stall next door and recognized the woman in front of her as the stall owner.
“I’m not buying,” the woman said. “I saw a new stall over here, so I came to see what it is.”
As she spoke, the woman craned her neck to look into the earthenware pot, where she could only see a layer of clear red oil and many bamboo skewers, with most of the ingredients submerged at the bottom and not much showing: "Isn't this similar to our fried skewers? Hehe, even the price is the same."
Song Xinran understood the woman's implication and said with a smile, "Really? I didn't notice the price. But what I'm making is called 'Bo Bo Chicken,' which is a completely different category from fried skewers."
There was no fear in her eyes; she was poised and confident, and even repeated the words "钵钵鸡" (a type of Sichuan-style boiled chicken).
The woman knew immediately that she had misread the word. She cursed inwardly, thinking, "He's here to set up a stall and he's pretending to be a cultured person." But she smiled and said, "You're new here, aren't you? I've been here for a year. I couldn't come yesterday because of something at home. It's such a coincidence to see a new face here today, right next to us."
Song Xinran pretended not to understand the other person's sarcastic tone: "Yes, it's really fate."
The woman asked again, "Young lady, you look quite young. Why are you setting up a stall? Young people don't usually go to work in factories; you can earn a lot more money there. Hey, is this your child? Why are there only the two of you? Where's your husband?"
Song Xinran blurted out, "My husband is serving in the military outside. He sends eight or nine hundred yuan back every month so I can just stay home and rest. But I can't stay idle, so I just make some things and set up a stall for fun."
The woman's face stiffened, and she chuckled twice: "Oh, I see. You really can't stay idle. I have something to do over there, so I'll head back now."
The woman walked away quickly. Song Xinran chuckled lightly, knowing that the other party had come to inquire about her family background, but since she was out in the world, wasn't her identity the one she had given herself?
Song Yu stood close to her, holding onto her clothes, staring at her with wide, round eyes, his dark pupils filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Song Xinran knew he could understand some of what she was saying, so she crouched down in front of the child and said softly, "Mommy lied just now, so no one will dare to bully us. Xiaoyu, will you keep Mommy's secret?"
Song Yu opened his eyes wide and nodded very seriously: "When I grow up, I will protect my mother."
Song Xinran smiled and patted the child's head: "Xiao Yu is already very capable. He even dares to come out and sell things with his mother."
On the other side, as soon as the woman returned to her stall, she said, "What's this called? Bo Bo Chicken. I took a look, and it's packed so tightly together. It doesn't smell fragrant at all, so the taste must be so-so."
"She pretends to be a cultured person, saying that since her husband is serving in the military, she's not short of money. Pshaw, who knows if he's having affairs with other women."
"Just wait, you'll be slinking back tomorrow!"
The male stall owner laughed: "Okay, wife, you're really amazing. You've found out so much in just a short time. As long as you don't steal our business, it'll save me the trouble of taking action."
"Alright, hurry up and prepare the ingredients; the students will be coming out soon!"
*
When Song Xinwen brought over the pot-boiled chicken, she saw the stall owner next to them leaving. She quickly quickened her pace and put the earthenware pot on the table: "Xinran, what was that person doing here? Did he not allow us to set up a stall next to him?"
Seeing Song Xinwen's nervous expression, Song Xinran smiled and said, "No, she just came to ask a couple of questions. Don't worry, I've already checked. It's allowed to set up stalls here, and no one can drive us away."
Song Xinwen was relieved: "There's another pot at home, I'll go get it."
As he left, he glanced back at Song Xinran and saw that she looked perfectly normal. He thought to himself that his younger sister had become much more mature.
At 5:20, it was the time for students to leave school in the afternoon during the first semester of the Third Middle School. They had one hour and ten minutes to rest before attending evening self-study, which lasted until 8:40.
As soon as the bell rang, the fastest students rushed out, and a group of students immediately surrounded the stall in the prime location.
The arrival of these students was like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan; all the stall owners sprang into action, shouting, greeting, and trying to attract customers, creating a lively scene.
Song Xinran witnessed this magnificent scene last night, and it is even more astonishing during the day.
The stalls near the entrance have a natural geographical advantage, but some students go specifically to buy things from their favorite stalls, resulting in a strange sight: the third-to-last stall on the other side does better business than some stalls in prime locations.
Song Xinran thought to herself, "Sure enough, her idea was right. When setting up a stall at the school gate, the taste is more important than the location. Students have the most energy, and it's no big deal for them to run an extra hundred meters to eat something they like."
Within a minute, every stall had students, except for Song Xinran's stall, which was completely empty. Even when a few students came over, they would glance at their stall, look at the signboard, and then leave.
Song Xinwen couldn't sit still any longer and asked in a low voice, "Xinran, is our stall too simple? Or are our prices too high? Why is no one coming? Maybe we can invite people to try it for free when they come by later."
When Song Xinwen came to the town for the market, he also encountered newly opened shops, and the shopkeepers would enthusiastically offer free samples.
Song Xinran pointed to some vegetarian dishes on a plate on the stall table and said, "Didn't we prepare some dishes for free tasting?"
"You need to be more proactive, shout it out, call out to people!" Song Xinwen was exasperated. He had originally thought that Song Xinran had become bolder and more composed, but it turned out that she was still too proud to admit it.
Seeing students approaching, Song Xinwen immediately picked up a plate and called out, "Little sister, come and try some free Bo Bo Chicken, it's free!"
She emphasized the word "free" because, in Song Xinwen's view, free is the most attractive thing. Whenever she hears these two words in town, she will go and take a look and try it, regardless of whether she wants to buy anything or not.
Strangely, as soon as Song Xinwen shouted, the students who had been watching, hand in hand, immediately waved their hands and left in a panic.
Song Xinwen was stunned, bewildered, and incredulous: "Why didn't they come and try it?"
Song Xinran said, "Sister, the students in No. 3 Middle School are only thirteen or fourteen years old, and they are easily embarrassed."
She thought to herself, "She looks like a well-behaved student again. Girls like that are the most shy. When it comes to free samples, she's afraid that if she tries them and doesn't buy them, people will think she's taking advantage of them, so she simply doesn't try them."
In addition, Song Xinwen was too enthusiastic, which was a bit intimidating.
But Song Xinran knew her good intentions, so she comforted her, "It's okay, sister, let's wait a little longer."
Song Xinwen sighed: "Ten minutes have passed. They only have a little over an hour after school, and they have to go back early. They don't have much time left outside. We have three pots of Bobo Chicken. What if we can't sell them? There are only three people in our family. We can't finish them all."
Song Xinran smiled: "Sister, don't think too much about it, there's still time."
Looking at her composed and confident demeanor, Song Xinwen's heart skipped a beat: "You don't have any other plans, do you?"
Otherwise, why wouldn't I be in a hurry? These pot-boiled chickens cost a lot of money and effort.
Song Xinran said, "It will be soon."
As soon as she finished speaking, three or four students wearing the uniforms of the Central Primary School ran over from the other side. Their stall was at the very end of the Third Middle School entrance, but it was the closest to the Central Primary School on the other side of the road.
"I want ten skewers of Bo Bo Chicken! Oh no, fifteen skewers!" The first person to run to the stall was a boy, panting as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the pot. Seeing the shiny red oil, he couldn't help but swallow.
Song Xinran asked, "Would you like meat or vegetarian dishes? We have a wide variety here, you can choose whatever you like."
Before he could finish speaking, another girl who had caught up with him interrupted him: "I want ten skewers of pork!"
"Hey! I was here first! Bao Xin, don't take it!" The boy was unhappy and immediately turned around and shouted.
Bao Xin snorted coldly: "I can't stand your slow pace! Boss, put on a show!"
He then handed over four yuan.
Song Xinwen was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out. He had no idea how his stall, which had been empty just moments before, had almost been robbed.
She quickly took the money, deftly counted out ten pork skewers, put them in her pocket, and handed them to the girl.
The girl gave the boy a smug look and left.
"Boss, I'd like two skewers of winter melon and one skewer of chicken!"
"I want a skewer of pumpkin, a skewer of mushrooms, a skewer of chicken gizzards, and a skewer of chicken blood curd!"
Just as the girl finished taking her things, several more students started shouting.
The boy immediately panicked: "Hey! Don't fight over it, I got here first!"
The other students mimicked the girl's voice: "Who told you to be so slow? I can't stand it anymore, haha, boss, I want five chicken skewers and a potato!"
"Brothers, buy more so Yao Xu can't get any!" another student egged on, while he immediately ordered what he wanted to eat, paying with one hand and delivering with the other.
Yao Xu angrily shouted, "Get out of my way! You already took what Ding Sisi gave me in class today, and now you want to take it again!"
Yao Xu was afraid he wouldn't be able to eat, so his eyes darted back and forth across the signs. He wanted to eat this and that, all of which were things he had wanted to eat in class today but hadn't been able to. It was just a pity that he had bought a card today and now only had two yuan left on him!
I'm so anxious I could stomp my feet!
Just then, a gentle voice came: "Don't rush, take your time to decide what you want to eat. We have prepared plenty of food."
Yao Xu looked up and met his boss's smiling face, and his anxious mood seemed to calm down a lot.
Yao Xu ordered several skewers, and after calculating in his mind, he realized that there were exactly two pieces left.
Song Xinran put the skewers in a bag and handed it to him: "Come again next time."
Yao Xu took the food to the side and quickly ate it. Tasting this familiar and delicious food, he was so moved that he almost cried.
It tastes exactly the same as the food Ding Sisi brought to the class!
Ding Sisi was right. The boss was a very gentle and kind-hearted auntie. She didn't give any to those who cut in line, but instead asked him what he wanted to eat and packed it up for him.
The boss is so touching, sob sob.
This Sichuan-style boiled chicken is so delicious, I'm so happy!
The four of them were the first to run out of the classroom and the fastest. They sprinted all the way here and were the first to choose their baskets. Just as they finished choosing, the main group arrived. They were wearing the school uniforms of the Central Primary School and ran towards them in unison. There were at least twenty or thirty of them, and they looked as neat as if they were going to military training.
The owner of the fried food stall next door naturally saw this scene and hurriedly said, "They've arrived! Get the food ready! What a special day it is that so many elementary school students have come!"
The proprietress quickly pulled out a plastic bag and added some chili powder and other seasonings to the plate. Looking at the remaining dishes, she said, "Business is good today; we might not even have enough to sell!"
"Hey, how's that stall over there? I just looked and there wasn't a single person there. Haha, they're thinking of setting up a stall there!"
The owner of the fried food stall didn't say anything.
"Say something!" the proprietress called out, then looked up and her eyes widened in shock.
Wait a minute! Why are all these elementary school students crowding around that pot-boiled chicken stall?
"Boss, I want ten skewers of potatoes!"
"Boss, this Bo Bo Chicken is so delicious! How did you make it? I want my mom to make it when I get home!"
“Your mom couldn’t make it this delicious!” Ding Sisi ran over, her tone full of pride. “Only Aunt Song could make it like this. I ate so much at Aunt Song’s house for lunch!”
"Ugh, I'm so jealous of you!"
"I wish my mom knew an Aunt Song too."
Song Xinran handed a skewer of pork to Ding Sisi: "Sisi, have some too. You must be hungry after a whole afternoon of classes."
Ding Sisi remembered her mother's words and waved her hands repeatedly: "I don't need it, Aunt Song, I'm not hungry."
"Have some. I want to thank Sisi for helping me promote it so well, otherwise no one would come to buy it."
Ding Sisi quickly shook her head: "I don't even need to promote it! As soon as I got to class this afternoon and took it out, they all crowded around. None of them had ever seen Bo Bo Chicken before. Only Yao Xu from our class has eaten it in the city often. At first, he said the taste was just so-so, but..."
Recalling the scene, Ding Sisi couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I had saved a skewer for him, since he's our group leader. But after Bao Xin ate the skewer, he immediately exclaimed, 'So delicious!' The rest were snatched up in the blink of an eye. Poor Yao Xu only got half a potato in the end, and it all fell into his lunchbox."
Ding Sisi laughed so hard she almost fell over: "This afternoon, Yao Xu came to ask me as soon as get out of class was over if we still had any. He ran faster than a dog as soon as school was over, just wanting to buy some Bo Bo Chicken."
"Hmph, let's see if he dares to say the taste is just so-so!"
Looking at the little girl's vivid expression, Song Xinran chuckled: "What Sisi said is really interesting. I feel like I can see that scene right now. Thank you, Sisi. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to promote it. There wasn't a single person here before you came."
Ding Sisi blushed at the praise. Her mother would praise her at home, but no one had ever said anything like, "If it weren't for you, this or that would happen." This made Ding Sisi feel as if she had really done something amazing!
What's more, Aunt Song's eyes were so gentle, and she spoke so earnestly that Ding Sisi's face flushed so much she didn't know what to say: "No, no, I didn't do anything..."
"Have a skewer of meat."
"Oh, okay..." Ding Sisi took the meat and put it in her mouth. Her tongue was the first to move before she realized what was happening.
Oh no! How could she have accepted Aunt Song's things?!
Mingming's mother had already told her that Aunt Song had treated them to a lot of food, and if Aunt Song offered them more, she should not take any more, as Aunt Song was also a business owner and had invested a lot of money.
Ding Si thought for a moment, then took out four one-mao coins from his pocket and quietly placed them on the table.
That way, Aunt Song won't lose money!
Aunt Song's cooking is so delicious, and she's such a kind person. She's going to visit other classes tomorrow to spread the word to her friends!
*
With the influx of a group of elementary school students, Song Xinran's pot-boiled chicken stall suddenly became lively, and middle school students passing by also came over.
People have a herd mentality, and adults tend to prefer restaurants with more people when they go out to eat.
The students from No. 3 Middle School saw that the price wasn't too high, so they bought two skewers of potato chips to try.
The result was amazing – a potato that tasted incredible!
Good heavens, how can potatoes taste so good!
My friend next to me asked, "How does it taste? If it's good, I'll buy some too."
The student didn't say anything, but simply strode back to the pot-boiled chicken stall, handed over a five-yuan note: "Boss, give me potatoes of everything!"
friend:! ! ! !
What did she hear?
Five yuan worth of potato chips, can she eat 25 skewers of potatoes?
Before I could even question or marvel, it dawned on me: this means the best! This pot-boiled chicken is absolutely delicious!
My friend quickly handed over a dollar: "I want potatoes too, um... and meat too, and a skewer of pork slices as well."
This kind of scene has happened more than once. In just one hour after school in the afternoon, Song Xinran's pot-boiled chicken stall emptied two whole bowls.
The evening self-study bell rang at the Third Middle School, and all the students went into the school. The stalls in front of the gate returned to their deserted state, except for Song Xinran's stall, where a few adults still came to buy things.
A woman leading a three- or four-year-old child approached the pot-boiled chicken stall, coaxing the little girl with red eyes: "Okay, don't cry. Even if I don't give you any, didn't Mommy bring you here to buy some?"
Just then, another woman recognized her: "Hey, Wu Fei's mom, what brings you here to buy things too?"
"It's my eldest daughter. She brought something home, saying it's some kind of 'bobo chicken,' and it's incredibly delicious. Her younger sister wanted some, but she wouldn't let her have any, so she cried and begged me to come out and buy some. Hey, you too?"
"My family is the same!"
Is this stuff really that delicious?
The two adults took a bite, and their expressions of helplessness and doubt instantly froze and then disappeared. They then silently took out their money: "Boss, a few more skewers!"
Song Xinran's last pot of Bo Bo Chicken, which was almost gone, was sold out bit by bit, and it didn't even last until the students of No. 3 Middle School finished their evening self-study.
"Sold out." Song Xinwen looked at the earthenware pot with only soup left, still feeling a little dazed.
How could so many people come all at once? More than two pots were sold in just one hour, and the remaining small pot was sold out in less than an hour!
Is this what word-of-mouth is?
Listening to the customers' conversation, Song Xinwen roughly guessed that most of the customers who came to buy later were parents of elementary school students.
Originally, Song Xinwen thought that setting up a stall would be very difficult and fraught with challenges, but now he feels that those challenges were just things he had imagined.
"Yes, it's sold out. Sis, let's pack up and go home," Song Xinran said.
Looking at his sister's calm expression, Song Xinwen couldn't help but ask, "Xinran, did you guess it all?"
Song Xinran smiled and said, "No, but I think if the food is delicious, the business will naturally be good."
This has been true throughout history. Besides, she also promoted herself. In her past life, she didn't need to promote her products; people still came because of word-of-mouth.
Looking at her smiling face, Song Xinwen felt a little dazed. In the blink of an eye, the little sister who used to hide behind her had grown up to be even more capable than her.
They cleaned up the trash on the ground; there wasn't much, as most students would take the bamboo skewers and other trash with them and throw them in the bins.
After tidying up the surroundings, Song Xinran carried three basins in a bucket, Song Xinwen carried a table, and Song Yu carried the remaining plastic bags and other small items. The three of them walked back together.
Compared to when they arrived, all three of them were in much better spirits on the way back.
Song Xinwen was no longer worried and walked briskly.
Song Yu, holding the things in both hands, jumped and hopped a few times, a bright smile on his face, looking very festive.
Once home, Song Xinran first cleaned and sorted everything, then ate the leftover chicken from lunch before preparing to take a shower and rest.
The first day of setting up a stall was like fighting a battle, and now I'm exhausted.
But Song Xinran was very excited. The goods were all sold out, and now it was time to count the money!
She placed her black handbag on the bedside table, spread a sheet on the bed, sat on it, picked up the handbag, and fell down, causing banknotes to flutter down.
Sitting on the other bed, Song Yu stared wide-eyed and gaped open at the sight, exclaiming, "So much money!"
One cent, two cents, five cents, one dollar, two dollars... the largest is ten dollars.
Song Xinran waved to the child, and Song Yu immediately crawled over, looking at her with bright eyes: "Mommy."
"Xiao Yu, let's count the money together," Song Xinran said, taking out a one-mao note. "Xiao Yu, do you know how much this is?"
“I know it!” Song Yu nodded, and said crisply, “One cent!”
Song Xinran: "Yes, can Xiaoyu put dozens of one-cent coins together? Like Mom does."
She demonstrated for Song Yu, who watched attentively and nodded, "Okay!"
Song Xinran suddenly thought of something: "Can Xiao Yu count from one to ten?"
After all, the child is only three years old and has never been to school.
Song Yu said, "I can!"
He immediately demonstrated it, even counting up to twenty-three in one breath!
Song Xinran quickly called for a stop, looking at him in surprise: "Xiao Yu is so smart!"
The child smiled shyly, but his eyes were bright.
Song Xinran then asked, "Does Xiao Yu recognize money?"
Song Yu nodded again, took out the loose banknotes one by one, and said the value of each banknote. Finally, he took out a ten-yuan note: "Mom said yesterday that this is ten yuan!"
While sleeping last night, Song Yu gave the money his aunt had given him to his mother. Song Xinran was quite moved at the time and mentioned its value, which Song Yu unexpectedly remembered.
Song Xinran was surprised and patted Song Yu's head, saying, "He's still a little genius."
Since that was the case, Song Xinran assigned the task of counting the one-cent coins to Song Yu. This was not difficult, because the meat skewers of Bobo Chicken cost four cents each, and the vegetarian skewers cost two cents each. Two-cent banknotes were still in use, so there wasn't much one-cent coin in the bag.
Song Xinran then began counting larger sums.
The mother and son were engrossed in counting the money. Only after all the scattered money had been sorted and collected did Song Xinran look up and suddenly notice that Song Yu had already finished counting the one-cent coins.
The child had arranged everything neatly, stacking the coins in perfect order. He was currently counting two-cent coins, his little hands holding the money, head down, his face very focused. If you listened carefully, you could hear his childish voice counting: "1, 2, 3, 4..."
Song Xinran's heart softened, and she asked gently, "How many did Xiao Yu count?"
Song Yu waved her hand to the side: "I counted them all!"
He was shy and reserved by nature, so it was rare for him to say something so proud. Song Xinran immediately feigned surprise and praised him, "Wow, that's amazing! Xiao Yu actually counted so many! And put them away so neatly. Xiao Yu has helped Mommy so much! Xiao Yu is truly Mommy's capable little helper!"
Song Yu blushed at the praise and couldn't help but laugh. In her childish voice, she asked, "Mommy, how much money did we earn today?"
Song Xinran said, "I earned 172!"
Song Yu didn't have much of a concept of money. In his mind, the most money he had was the ten yuan from yesterday. One hundred yuan was much, much more than ten yuan, so they had made a lot of money!
The child's eyes sparkled: "Mommy is so amazing!"
Song Xinran couldn't help but chuckle: "Xiao Yu is also very capable."
She touched the baby's soft hair; it was getting a bit long. She'd take him to get a haircut tomorrow.
The clothes he was wearing were old, frayed, and faded; he didn't have any separate pajamas until Song Xinran returned.
Buy the kid another set of pajamas!
Song Xinran quickly arranged the money, put the counted money in the cabinet, removed the bed sheet that had just been used to cover the money, and then lay down on the bed.
Song Yu lay beside him, his body obediently still, his hands folded on his stomach, his dark eyes wide open, his pupils rolling around as he thought happily.
My aunt used to say that my mother wasn't by his side because she had to earn money, but now that he's with my mother, she can earn a lot of money too.
From now on, he can stay by his mother's side forever! He will work very, very hard to help his mother earn money!
A deep thought was etched into the child's mind at that moment.
After resting for a while, Song Xinran turned over, picked up the notebook on the bedside table, leaned against the headboard and started doing the accounts. Today she sold a total of 172, but spent 160.
This may seem like a low profit margin, but a closer look reveals the truth:
The chicken was too expensive, costing fifty yuan, but the family ate quite a bit, and there were still two chicken legs left, which can be eaten tomorrow to nourish herself and Song Yu.
I spent another 35 yuan to buy three large earthenware bowls. These are not disposable items; they can be used in the future.
We also had Bo Bo Chicken for lunch, which we could sell for at least fifty or sixty yuan.
In addition to these, Song Xinran carefully calculated the profit of each dish. The cost of meat dishes was too high. One pound of lean meat cost 5 yuan, and after cooking, it could be skewered into about 25 skewers. Each meat skewer sold for 4 mao. Not including labor and other seasonings, the gross profit was only 50%, which was too low.
But vegetarian dishes are completely different. Take potatoes for example. A pound of potatoes costs two cents. After slicing them, each string contains 3 to 4 slices. A pound of potatoes can make 20 to 25 strings, which can be sold for four or five yuan. The profit is extremely high!
Moreover, students mostly prefer to buy vegetarian dishes because they are cheaper.
Although she only made 12 yuan on paper today, Song Xinran knew in her heart that selling Bo Bo Chicken at a stall was quite profitable and that this business was feasible!
She put the notebook down, lay on the bed, and felt very happy. There was hope for the future!
*
At 8:40, evening self-study at No. 3 Middle School finally ended. A group of students rushed to the stalls at the entrance, and several of them went straight to the very edge, but they hesitated back and forth, looking like they were looking at something.
Seeing the flow of customers, the fried food stall owner quickly called out, "Come buy some fried skewers! Delicious fried skewers, cheap fried skewers!"
"Hey classmate, want a skewer?"
The student who was called over hesitated and said to his friend, "Where's that pot-boiled chicken? They said it was right here, but I can't see it."
"Yeah, the class monitor bought it and I tried a bite. I was thinking about it all evening during self-study!"
"They probably left."
"Ah!" someone cried out in despair, "No! I haven't bought any yet!"
"How about we buy some fried skewers to fill our stomachs?" a classmate suggested.
A bystander glanced at him, and the fried food stall owner quickly smiled and said, "Buy some! It's cheap and delicious! It's an old establishment!"
"Never mind, I'll save my money to buy 'Bo Bo Chicken' tomorrow," one student said. "Will you still come back for 'Bo Bo Chicken' tomorrow?"
"Definitely." Another person chimed in, "We won't eat today, we'll eat more tomorrow."
"Let's go home!"
Fried food stall owner: ? ? ?
That damn pot-boiled chicken better not come tomorrow!
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