In the photo studio, Xiaoqi became nervous in front of the camera, asking in her childish voice, "How should Xiaoqi smile?"
The photographer patiently said, "Just smile happily as usual."
"But I don't know how to laugh when I'm happy anymore. You make me happy, and I'll laugh for you, okay?"
Photographer: "..."
"Anyway, Xiaoqi has nothing to be happy about right now, so she can't laugh." The little girl sat down on the ground and started to act spoiled: "You have to make me happy!"
Photographer: "..." I've never photographed children before! I'm a supermodel photographer! Sure enough, the veterans were right, children are the gateway to becoming a photographer!
Xiao Wu stepped forward with his DSLR camera, pushed the photographer aside, and snorted, "I'll do it!"
"Little Seven, Fifth Brother will tell you a joke!"
"Okay, okay!" Xiaoqi clapped her hands, her face full of anticipation.
"Crack, crack..."
Xiao Wu quickly pressed the shutter button, then handed the camera to the dumbfounded photographer uncle, revealing a smug smile: "See, it's that simple, done."
With her smile and anticipation, Harper is sure to look amazing on camera!
Little Seven huffed, "Fifth Brother, you haven't told a joke yet!"
Xiao Wu stuck his tongue out at her: "Just kidding, I won't tell jokes to a scoundrel. You're the one who wants to be the spokesperson, but you don't even do your job properly, that's what a scoundrel is!"
Xiao Qi stormed off angrily, while Xiao Wu ran ahead of her, and the two children started playing around in the photography studio.
After playing for a while, the two saw meat buns, pan-fried dumplings, and pork rib rice cakes on the table, so they sat down to eat. At first, they ate their own food, but then Xiao Wu snatched a piece of rice cake from his sister's bowl. This was Xiao Qi's favorite food, so Xiao Qi went to snatch his pork ribs, which were Xiao Wu's favorite. The two started a competition to see who could eat faster...
The photographer, who had been standing there in a daze, finally snapped out of it. His eyes lit up, and he started snapping away, "click, click..."
The director, who came to see the costume photos, picked up a camera and started recording, muttering to himself, "Such great shots, it would be a waste to just take photos, let's record a video!"
Because Chen Meilan returned to China, Han Fei held a video conference with her and asked her to add two production lines: frozen pan-fried buns and frozen potstickers.
In fact, Han Fei had considered opening factories directly overseas, but because the standards for building factories overseas are different from those in China, and the purchase price and employee wages are also higher, in the end, it was more cost-effective to produce domestically and then ship the goods.
Because of the popularity of the pork rib rice cake, the shop has adopted a scarcity marketing strategy for its pan-fried buns and potstickers, selling them only on weekends. However, they have also launched a large quantity of frozen pan-fried buns and potstickers, with cooking instructions on the back of the bags: pan-frying or air frying. Pan-frying is said to taste better; the air fryer version is significantly less flavorful.
Although these two frozen products are more difficult to make than simple steamed buns, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of foreigners to buy them.
"Boss, do you have a frozen version of pork rib rice cake?"
"Sometimes when I want to have a late-night snack, your shop is already closed."
"Actually, we would recommend that your store be open 24 hours a day!"
"Yes, we have many suggestions, and we hope you can adopt them!"
Han Fei, pretending to be a customer, overheard these words in the crowd and thought it was worth considering.
He instructed Henry to have a wish box placed in front of 100 shops, with paper and pens nearby, so customers could write down their wishes and suggestions and put them in the box.
Pork rib rice cake is difficult to make into a frozen product. First of all, the batter will be frozen and then fried, which will result in a poor taste and other issues, and it may even damage the brand. Han Fei would not allow such a thing to happen. However, it is possible to make some breadcrumb fried pork chops instead of batter.
Air-frying breadcrumb pork chops actually tastes better than deep-frying them. This is because breadcrumbs absorb oil, and deep-fried pork chops tend to become very greasy after cooling down. Air-frying, on the other hand, produces crispier, fluffier pork chops without any greasiness.
The marinating method for the ribs is the same, except that the final step of dipping them in batter is changed to dipping them in egg wash, then coating them with breadcrumbs, then dipping them in egg wash again, then coating them with breadcrumbs, repeating this process three times before flash freezing them in the freezer.
Clearly, these customers have become loyal fans of "Grandpa Calabash's" products, and there's even a competitive mentality among them, leading them to stock up on large quantities of goods.
In the office: "Have you managed to buy Grandpa Hulu's fried pork chops?"
"No, they're too popular. By the time I got there after get off work, they were already sold out."
"Hehehe, I bought them! And I bought a lot!"
Please, give me some!
"Good brother, I'll pay ten times the price to buy one!"
"I've put them all in the company cafeteria's refrigerator. Let's go, we'll go now. It says on the back that all you need to do is use an air fryer. Today I'll be the chef and treat you all to a free meal!"
When the group followed the owner of the pork cutlet shop to the refrigerator in the dining room, the air was deathly silent the moment the refrigerator was opened.
"Mike, where's the pork chop?"
"Aaaaaah! Who! Who stole my fried pork cutlet?!"
"Mike, I smell fried pork chops! Look, the air fryer has been used. The thief must still be in the company!"
"If we follow the scent, we'll definitely be able to find the thief!"
A group of people arrived at the door of the big boss's office and were all dumbfounded.
"The fragrance is coming from inside."
"Hey, what are you peeking through the crack in the door for?"
The man gasped, "It's coming from under the door!"
"Mike, the killer of the hamburger has been found. Now it's up to you whether you have the guts to go in and get it back!"
"Your brothers are all waiting for your heroic return to take back everything that is rightfully yours!"
"Mike, I support you in spirit!"
"Go for it, Mike! I'm getting busy now!"
“I just remembered, I still have several important clients’ emails to reply to.”
"I'm busy too, Mike, good luck! I'm waiting for your fried pork chop!"
In a flash, everyone ran off, leaving Mike alone at the door.
Mike looked constipated. He reached out to knock on the door, then pulled his hand back, then reached it out again, repeating this several times. Finally, he sighed and was about to turn and leave when the door opened by itself.
He stood at the door and stared into the eyes of the big boss, whose mouth was covered in grease from eating.
The big boss wiped his mouth and asked, "Mike, what do you need me for?"
Mike looked at the desk in the office; the plates on it were empty.
It's pointless to say anything now, since we can't get it back even if we want it.
Mike shook his head in frustration: "It's nothing."
"By the way, Mike, I wanted to ask whose pork cutlet is in the fridge, do you know?"
Mike glanced at the big boss with a bitter expression, but didn't say anything.
"Mike, you seem unhappy? Is the pork chop yours?"
“It’s mine,” Mike sighed.
The boss felt apologetic: "I worked overtime at the company all night last night. I was hungry and saw some fried pork chops in the refrigerator, so I ate them. Where did you buy them? I'll go buy some more to make it up to you."
"They're sold out. My colleagues have already bought some. This fried pork cutlet is very popular."
The big boss nodded: "It should be very popular, the taste is really good. By the way, many companies have contracted with us for their annual meetings, and I've been struggling to figure out what snacks to add. How about this fried pork chop?"
Mike's eyes lit up: "Is the boss going to cooperate with Grandpa Hulu's Steamed Bun Shop?"
"If possible, I'd like you to discuss cooperation."
"Of course, I would be very honored!"
Henry met Mike, and the collaboration went very well.
Mike's company specializes in contracting various business banquets, annual meetings, weddings, and other events, including setting up the venue and creating a festive atmosphere. Their business extends beyond China to other countries, meaning that through the various banquets offered by this company, more people can enjoy their snacks.
Henry shared the good news with Han Fei and his four friends. Bill exclaimed, "Sure enough, as long as the product is good, partners will naturally come to us. There's no need to work hard to run the business."
Billy shook his head: "It takes a stroke of luck to make this happen. Otherwise, how could such a big boss possibly get to eat at a steamed bun shop? He only got to eat there through his employees."
"Anyway, it all seems like divine intervention!"
Anthony smiled and said, "I know that the God of Wealth in China is very effective. When Bill and I go to China, we must visit the temple of the God of Wealth to pay our respects."
Bill asked curiously, "Brother Han, have you ever been to the Temple of the God of Wealth?"
Han Fei thought for a moment. He had been to the God of Wealth Temple in his previous life, but he hadn't been to it in this world.
"I'll take you there once you've gone to the Dragon Kingdom."
"Okay, it's settled then!" Anthony said excitedly.
Yu Xunteng's dumpling promotion—buy five, get five free, plus free-flowing dumplings—meant that all the profits he made went into these promotions, leaving him with absolutely no profit after a while. Despite this huge investment, the scene he longed for—the steamed bun shop closing down—didn't materialize; instead, the business flourished!
"Xiao, I'm going crazy! That old man is driving me insane!"
"Calm down, put the knife down first."
"Xiao, why isn't he dead! If only he were dead, would I be in this state now if it weren't for him? The supermarket is already very dissatisfied with me. If I don't see good results next month, they won't support me anymore! They'll make me withdraw from the store!"
"Then close down the store. Anyway, you haven't made any money or lost any money. It's more practical for you to call your grandfather and ask for money. Don't think about making a comeback."
"The old man keeps hanging up on me. I suspect something's happened back in China. Can you send someone to investigate my grandfather or my father to see if they have any illegitimate children? Otherwise, the old man wouldn't just ignore me!"
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