Chapter 237 Hua Ge's Street Vendor Incident (Part 2)
I attended the presentation yesterday, registered yesterday, placed the purchase order this morning, picked up the braised food at 4:30 pm today, and set up my stall promptly at 5 pm.
Everything went very smoothly, without any problems, except for one unexpected thing—Grandpa Sun set up a stall with Brother Hua and his duo.
"Boss, it's not good for you to be sitting here with us at our roadside stall, is it? It's not quite in line with your status, is it?" Brother Hua gently persuaded Old Master Sun to leave.
“How is it not in line with my identity? What identity do I have? I’m just an ordinary old man,” Grandpa Sun retorted without a care.
Hua Ge scanned Grandpa Sun from head to toe. He was wearing a tattered straw hat, a half-yellow towel around his neck, and his dark blue shirt showed obvious signs of wear. His trousers matched his shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his calves covered in age spots. He was wearing a pair of black cloth shoes.
Coupled with his hunched posture, he looked like an ordinary passerby, completely lacking any air of leadership.
After refuting Brother Hua's words, before he could reply, Grandpa Sun walked towards the flower bed under the tree, saying, "You all go about your business, don't worry about me."
Grandpa Sun sat by the flower bed, reached into his pocket and took out a palm-leaf fan, sitting there leisurely fanning himself, looking quite comfortable.
"Brother Hua, this..."
"It's alright, as long as it doesn't interfere with our business, let him do whatever he wants." Xu patted her brother's shoulder helplessly: "Slowly, class is about to start, we need to set up the stall quickly."
The stall owner next door, seeing that we were able to move around freely, came over and lent a hand, helping us set up the table and move our things.
Just then, several urban management officers hurriedly walked out of a large shop next door and slowly approached, shouting as they went, "What are they doing? Ha, what are they doing! Let go of them!"
As he spoke, the man inserted a bamboo skewer into the bag and pulled out a pale yellow lotus root slice. The amber-colored braising sauce, along with a few pieces of red chili flakes, flowed rapidly upwards.
"Yes, it's all difficult, so let's keep things peaceful!" Old Master Sun laughed. "Our family is just trying to make a living..."
Finally, when I saw a regular customer being pulled aside by one of my students to wait together behind Xu's stall, that string in my mind snapped...
The large stall sold cold dishes, cold noodles, and cold rice noodles, but not braised dishes. Naturally, each category was limited; the braised dishes numbered only seven, two meat and two vegetable. While it had more variety than Xu's stall, with seven types of braised dishes, there was no overlap...
With a heavy clench of his upper and lower teeth, one-eighth of the lotus root slice disappeared, followed by thin, long, and black lotus root fibers. He swung his arm 140 degrees, and only then did those lotus root fibers reluctantly break off one by one.
With no new stalls joining, the vendors at the school gate were very concerned until they saw that Xu's stall was selling braised food, at which point they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's really bad!"
Four girls rushed from the school gate to the stall opposite Xu's, shouting incoherently.
Keep in mind that this was junior high school. Junior high students may not have a fixed allowance, but it's still quite little. A difference of just one yuan is enough to tempt us.
It seems that the braised food stall was a bad business!
The stall owner took a small step out from the front of the stall, grabbed the arm of a regular customer, and spoke in a deliberately unusual tone, as if he were speaking specifically to the Xu couple.
"Alright then." Although the two students looked a little disappointed, they still took out seven yuan and ordered a small vegetarian meal, ordering a little of each of the four kinds of vegetarian dishes.
Knowing he was in the wrong, the stall owner across the street immediately stopped his tirade and put on a friendly smile: "It's nothing, it's just a small argument. The officers are tired and hungry, but if they want something to eat, you can treat them, you can treat them!"
At this moment, there was only one slice of lotus root left in the bag, but there were no two classmates left...
Grandpa Sun, who was resting on the flower bed, witnessed the whole scene. Since there was no conflict between the two parties, I didn't come over to intervene.
The two hesitated for a second, then cut the lotus root slice into seven pieces through the bag. With great reluctance, they used a bamboo skewer to pick up one-seventh of the slice and handed it to their classmate, saying, "Try it, don't swallow it whole. There's only one big piece of lotus root left."
"Don't go here, it looks unhygienic. Even if it's bad food, you know they've put a lot of additives in it!"
Forty catties of vegetarian braised dishes yielded a profit of forty yuan, and ten catties of meat braised dishes yielded a profit of seventy yuan. Today's total profit was one hundred and eighty yuan, averaging eighty-seven yuan per person!
Upon hearing this, Bian Yan immediately realized what was going on and nodded repeatedly, saying, "It's the same company! All the braised dishes you have outside are from Brother Hua's braised food shop, they're from the same place!"
That slice of lotus root was not only fresh, fragrant, spicy, and numbing, but also had a natural sweetness as it melted in your mouth.
When the students mentioned that class was about to start, the two men, still wondering why Grandpa Sun was with us, immediately bent down and got to work. Although neither of them had any physical disabilities, our movements were remarkably coordinated.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and they became even brighter with each chew.
As the words "bad food" were uttered repeatedly by the seven people, a group of them quickly walked to Xu's stall...
While Xu was still pondering what "hellish braised food" was, her partner next door preemptively answered the question: "Did they have it today? They want to eat hellish braised food, right? We'll bring some over tomorrow."
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