Praise was endless.
After finishing their pebbles, the elderly men and women were reluctant to throw away the soup in their bowls. They all ran to the cold noodle vendor to buy cold noodles and cold rice noodles, which they then ate with the soup.
The man who made cold noodles was overjoyed, thinking to himself: This young man is simply my lucky charm!
However, he was also very curious about what fried pebbles tasted like.
He finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted to Zhou Yang, "Young man, save me a bowl later!"
"Okay!"
Zhou Yang readily agreed.
The second batch of fried pebbles was ready very quickly.
The aroma was even richer and more intense than the first pot, filling the entire Populus euphratica square.
This time, even more people came simply by smelling the aroma, without Zhou Yang having to shout it out.
"Young man, give me a bowl! With extra broth!"
"I want two bowls! No stones, just the soup!"
"Give me three bowls! I'll take them to go!"
...
The crowd was chattering away, and the scene was incredibly lively.
Clearly, Zhou Yang's carefully prepared sauce had completely won over the taste buds of these people.
“That won’t do,” Zhou Yang said slowly, shaking his head.
"We need to have both dry and wet options, so everyone can have their share. Otherwise, if everyone wants soup, how will I sell my pebbles? Don't you think so?"
His words, though spoken lightly, struck the hearts of those thrifty elderly folks like a small stone.
"Exactly, it's not like we're selling soup. What's the point of just drinking soup?"
"Well, that's true, it's not easy for people to do business..."
"These pebbles are fried in oil, after all, so they taste pretty good when you slurp them up..."
They all knew that Zhou Yang was selling this soup broth.
But if you only make the liquid version and not the dry version, then this big iron pot will run out of soup after only ten bowls.
Those who had just been planning to only buy the soup to save money were now feeling a bit embarrassed, but they couldn't bear to part with this rare delicacy, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet, take out their phones, and prepare to pay.
"Fifty yuan received via Alipay..."
"Fifty yuan received via Alipay..."
The familiar notification sound rang out again, and Zhou Yang's smile widened.
While skillfully serving customers pebbles, he kept his eyes and ears open.
The elderly men and women, holding bowls, eagerly put the pebbles into their mouths, making slurping sounds all around, creating a lively scene.
A few seconds later, the smooth pebbles, cleaned up and left to lick clean, were spat into the nearby green belt.
"This kind of stuff might be recycled if not handled properly. It would be disgusting for us to keep spitting on things that others have already spit on. Let's just throw it away!"
"Consider this stone as fertilizer for the flowers and plants..."
As the elderly men and women vomited, they exchanged glances, their minds racing with their own calculations.
Zhou Yang's snack looks cheap, but he sells it for such a high price, which is a huge advantage.
It would be disgusting to let them eat secondhand stones again; we have to increase Zhou Yang's costs a little bit.
But they also had to admit that Zhou Yang's skill had completely won them over.
If he continues to sell here, I'm afraid his retirement pension will be in jeopardy!
How could their little actions possibly escape Zhou Yang's keen observation?
Zhou Yang had no intention of recycling the pebbles anyway, so he didn't say anything.
On the outskirts of the crowd, the man selling cold noodles was staring intently at the pot in front of Zhou Yang, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly.
Fifty yuan!
This is the net profit he earns after working hard all morning!
Just for a bowl of stones?
His mind was in turmoil, he was both distressed about the money and unable to resist the temptation of the aroma.
"Gulp..."
But in the end, the cold noodle guy swallowed hard and finally made up his mind.
He gritted his teeth, took out his phone from his pocket, and scanned the QR code with trembling hands.
"Young man... I'll have a bowl too!"
Zhou Yang took the money and, with a smile, ladled out a bowl full of fried pebbles for him.
The man who made the cold noodles took the bowl, took a deep breath, scooped up a pebble, and carefully put it into his mouth.
"hiss……"
The moment the cold noodles touched his tongue, the man's eyes widened in shock, his pupils contracting sharply, as if he had tasted something incredible.
"This...this taste..."
He felt an indescribable aroma instantly fill his mouth, then travel down his throat and into his internal organs.
"It was worth it! Absolutely worth it!"
The man who made cold noodles was so excited he almost jumped up. He finally understood why all those elderly folks were rushing to buy these fried pebbles like crazy.
This tastes so good, it's worth it even if it costs a hundred, let alone fifty!
He no longer cared about the cost and started slurping the pebbles like the elderly folks.
That speed was even faster than that of refugees who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.
In no time, he finished off the whole bowl of fried pebbles.
The man selling cold noodles licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, then picked up his chopsticks without hesitation, ladled a large bowl of cold noodles from his stall, and poured it into the bowl that had just been filled with fried pebbles.
"Splash, splash..."
He stirred the noodles quickly with chopsticks, ensuring that each strand was evenly coated with the rich sauce.
Then, he started slurping and munching away, completely oblivious to everyone else. The noise was even more exaggerated than Old Li's earlier!
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