Just then, Qin Yi, who was surrounded by a group of people, heard the school bell ring. The two people next to the car were also surrounded and were a little breathless.
So she took out the megaphone she had bought that morning.
Turn on the speakers.
"Hello, hello."
Qin Yi cleared her throat.
"Please line up in front of the booth and buy in turn."
A clear, pleasant voice, like a supermarket sales assistant announcing a fruit sale, blared from the loudspeaker.
Qin Yi was taken aback. Could it be that this kind of speaker has a built-in supermarket reverberation?
"It's rush hour after school now. Children, please line up on the left and adults on the right. Please don't crowd, watch your step, and don't fall."
Qin Yi was in charge of the fried food shop, and Cheng Yingtao was in charge of the dessert shop. At first, although they were busy, they were able to manage.
But to everyone's surprise, the number of people in front of the stall began to surge after only 5 minutes of selling.
Fortunately, she was prepared; the loudspeaker was especially useful in such a noisy environment, and she continued to shout.
"Children stand on the left, adults on the right. Please line up and buy as needed."
The parents at the elementary school gate were quite well-mannered; upon hearing what the shopkeeper said, the people who had formed a circle automatically moved to the right.
Leave the left side for elementary school students.
Now the little boys were finally able to get close to Qin Yi's stall, and a group of elementary school students behind them spontaneously moved to the left to line up and buy.
"Boss, I'm back again, haha. I want another 100 meatballs. The kids had a blast eating yesterday, but the adults aren't full yet."
The guy in second place saw that the guys in front of him were buying meatballs like this, and he felt like he was being cheated if he didn't buy enough, so he quickly said, "Boss, I want two bowls of sweet meatball soup and 20 meatballs."
At this point, the third customer in line couldn't contain himself any longer: "Boss! I want four bowls of sweet soup and ten meatballs!"
Qin Yi saw that the queue was getting longer and longer. If everyone bought in large quantities, the stock might not be enough to go around, and the people at the back would have to wait a long time.
So she took out the "purchase limit" sign and put it in front of her stall again.
"Besides the three customers who just placed their orders, we'll limit purchases from the fourth customer onwards. The boss is worried we won't have enough stock!"
Each person is limited to one bowl of sweet soup and ten meatballs.
The three lucky ones in front are feeling very good right now.
The fourth customer was a little unhappy; she had only planned to buy a bowl of sweet soup and leave.
but!
Upon seeing the boss's sign about purchase limits and glancing at the long queue behind me, I decisively decided to order ten more meatballs.
In this situation, I feel like I'll be at a huge disadvantage if I don't take advantage of the boss's purchase quota.
"I'm Peppa, this is my little brother George, oh ha ha ha ha ha, heh heh! I'm Peppa, this is my little brother..."
Yan Tiechao turned around: "Your phone watch is ringing!"
Zhang Kexin was lost in thought, staring at something. She only snapped out of it when called and put her watch to her ear: "Hey! Dad! You have to wait for me a bit. I'm still in line to buy meatballs."
"Hmm~~ Yes, it's the meatball that was really delicious last time. The owner is even selling sweet soup today. There's a bowl that looks just like the cherry blossom takoyaki that my sister brought home."
"What! Where is it?!" Upon hearing the conversation, Zhang Ke'ai immediately snatched the phone.
Then it was the turn of a delivery guy in a yellow shirt to join the queue.
The young man looked at the sign in front of him, unsure of what to say.
The customer asked him to take 12 bowls of meatballs and 10 bowls of sweet meatball soup home.
But now the boss is imposing purchase restrictions, so we can't meet our sales targets at all.
The deliveryman had no choice but to try asking again: "Boss, my customer asked me to buy more, but now that you have a purchase limit, I can't complete the order. Could you add a little more?"
Seeing his troubled expression, Qin Yi wanted to liven up the atmosphere in the queue, so she casually said, "Sure, if you match my couplet, I'll give you an extra limited-purchase meal."
"Okay, go ahead." Although the errand boy didn't understand why he had to be given a quiz just for buying something, he secretly felt a little expectant.
As Qin Yi packed the meatballs, she said, "Zhuge Liang's sword."
The errand runner pondered: "Sun Wukong is the greatest."
"Perfect! Two set meals to go!"
The deliveryman, beaming, took his order and the first thing he did after leaving the crowd was to call Yumi, who had placed the order: "Hey! Boss, that meatball vendor not only has a purchase limit but also requires you to answer a question before you can buy! I used all my skills to snag two bowls of sweet soup and twenty meatballs for you. I did my best! You can find another deliveryman to buy the rest!"
Since answering questions allowed people to purchase an extra limited-time meal, the enthusiasm of passersby in queuing up has increased even more, and Qin Yi noticed a faint smile on their faces.
Even worse, some of them directly challenged elementary school students to battles.
Passerby: "Ouyang Xiushu!"
Yan Tiechao: "Li Shang has gone into hiding!"
Passerby: "Sima Qianxi!"
Zhang Kexin: "Sima the Bald!"
A woman wearing a white mask in the crowd nodded slightly after hearing this.
Zhang Kexin skipped away, carrying the meatballs and sweet soup she had bought, just in time to run into her father and sister.
"Dad! I answered the question correctly and got double the amount of sweet soup and meatballs. Let's go home."
But Zhang Ke'ai quickly moved to the back of the line: "Two portions aren't enough, I'll queue again and buy more to take home."
Zhang Kexin circled around her sister and said disdainfully, "Hmph, I bet you just want to answer the questions!"
"I'm going to prove something to us elementary school students! Look at those two guys ahead of me, they're getting me so anxious!"
Night falls and the city lights come on.
"Jiang Ziya has a toothache!"
"Pigsy smokes!"
"Sun Shang perfume!"
"Sandy Purify!"
Qin Yi and Cheng Yingtao had been sitting on the stool watching the blue and yellow errand-running pairs compete for a long time.
Since there was only one set meal left, the two of them arrived at the same time, and neither of them was willing to back down, so they started battling it out right there at the school gate.
Qin Yi even felt that they didn't actually want to take the food from that order; they were just enjoying the process. "Couldn't you just play rock-paper-scissors?"
This is a question Qin Yi posed from the depths of her soul.
Feeling embarrassed that their thoughts had been read, the two errand runners casually made a drinking game, grabbed their things, and ran off.
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Cheng Yingtao followed behind her older sister on a small white tricycle.
These past few days, or rather, these past few days, I've witnessed my sister's amazing cooking skills.
Not only are her cakes delicious, but she also makes her favorite meatballs with ease, perfecting both sweet and savory flavors.
Some diners are willing to queue for hours without a single complaint to eat her food, while others travel long distances by car just to get a taste of her cooking.
Is this the appeal of artisans?
She also wants to try to become that kind of person, is that okay?
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