Zhao Sanzhu thought that all the guests had gone to Zhang Dayong's place, and he shouted so much that his face turned red.
"No, that's not the taste. That stall has it..."
Suddenly someone reacted and ran quickly to the Zhao family's stall, insisting that Zhao Taoqin lift the lid. When he smelled the smell, oh my god.
"That's right, this is it. Hey, you've got the wrong person. This is the woman who sold meat yesterday. Come here quickly..."
This guest was also a kind-hearted person and even shouted.
As a result, Zhang Dayong had just served the braised meat, and before he even mentioned the price, the customers left in a hurry. They left without a trace.
The guests flocked to Zhao Taoyin frantically because they knew that the Zhao family only had a limited supply of goods every day and if they were late, they would be gone.
"Everyone, don't worry. Come one by one. We have a lot of stuff today, everything we have... But I have one thing to make clear in advance. Yesterday was just a trial run. The price of braised pork has increased today. If demand exceeds supply, the price may increase further tomorrow. The tentative price for today is 70 wen."
“Yes, yes…”
Zhao Taoqi started to greet the customers with a smile, Sanzhu was responsible for selling the food, and Zhao Erzhu was responsible for collecting the money.
The three siblings were instantly busy.
"Cousin, this, this..."
Zhang Dayong was dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief on his face. They were all braised meats, and the pigs were all raised in various villages. Why were their pigs so good?
Why?
The color and the meat are all the same.
Even if the taste is a little different, it won’t cause everyone to run away...
At this time, because the lid of Zhao's braised meat was open, the smell wafted over. Zhang Dayong smelled the smell and his face changed instantly.
Yesterday he only ate one piece, now he sees a whole pot.
When making braised food, all the ingredients are in the soup, and he was actually... careless...
"Don't be anxious, cousin. After all, this is a pot of meat. As long as it's meat, who wouldn't like to eat it?" Zhang Dayong's cousin comforted him.
But they were too naive. This was a county town, and there were many time-honored brands that made delicious braised meat. They didn't have the Zhao family's special recipe, so they were the first to be squeezed out by the time-honored brands in the county town.
What's more, Zhang Dayong's cooking skills can't be said to be very good, at best it's just edible.
"I bought braised pork..."
At this time, a scholar came running over in a hurry. Zhang Dayong felt that what his cousin said was right. Look, someone bought it.
Unexpectedly, when the scholar saw Zhang Dayong, he didn't recognize him and immediately said, "I have the wrong person. It's not you."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Zhang Dayong: “…” Ahhhhhh…
"Zhao Ji Braised Pork, I found you," the scholar was the same scholar named Han from yesterday, he looked sunny and charming, but he was a foodie.
"Master, please slow down. If you want to eat something, let's go to the restaurant. This place is so quiet..."
The servant followed behind, panting.
"Mr. Han, you are here earlier than expected," Zhao Taoyin greeted him.
"My pig's foot, Wuqi, eh, what is this?"
Zhao Taoqin introduced them one by one, "This is the minced sausage. If it cools down, roast it on the stove. It will taste even better. This is tofu skin, and this is a braised chicken..."
Not many people want free-range chickens, after all, they are big, unless they are from wealthy families, but the real wealthy families don’t come here to buy things.
So Zhao Taoyin only braised two.
"I want them all. Are there only two left?"
"……yes."
"I want them all."
"Master, can you finish it?" the servant exclaimed.
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