90s Little Struggle

Chapter 101 Fried Chicken
Of course Xiao Fang didn't think that her sister was not good enough for Yan Hong.

On the contrary, she felt that Yan Hong was too young to be suitable for her sister.

But she just didn't know how to open her mouth. If her sister had no other thoughts about him, but instead noticed him after listening to her reminder, then she would be the one who regretted it.

Anyway, she was troubled for a while, and when she got busy the next day, she forgot about it.

Zhao's Fried Chicken opened until noon on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month.

Those who passed by suddenly found that at the entrance of the small alley next to Zhao's restaurant, there were two large oil pans bubbling with oil, and a domineering aroma soon came out.

The current houses are not next to each other, but like to leave a small alley of about one meter for walking around at will.

Their family has a good relationship with the Huang family. There is an alley about 1.5 meters between the two families. After Zhao Laosi greeted Boss Huang, he put the frying pan at the entrance of the alley.

It's not that he doesn't want to build illegal buildings, but that although the road here is newly built, it's only five meters wide.

And now almost every house has something to pile up at the door. If the Zhao family puts it directly outside the store, they are afraid that passing ox carts, tractors, and trucks will bump into it.

Now the entrance of this small alley can just fit two large briquette stoves, and they can stand in the alley, not to mention saving space, there are two walls blocking it, and there is no need to surround it with plastic sheets.

The fried chicken was marinated early in the morning, and Xiao Hong and Zhao Laosi fried it fresh in the back.

Xiao Fang and Zhao Feifei greeted the guests who were attracted by the aroma outside: "It is fried chicken specially learned from the provincial capital, and it is full of chicken."

"The price in the provincial capital is five yuan a catty. We will open today, and it only costs three yuan and a catty."

“Fried chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, very delicious!”

Xiao Fang put the plate in front of people: "You can try a piece first!"

Although the price is indeed prohibitive, the overbearing aroma of fried chicken still makes people reluctant to leave.

What's more, Zhao's Lo-Mei is already well-known in the town.

Nowadays, most people want to save face and have a thin skin. If they are reluctant to buy something, they will not try it at all.

I feel ashamed not to buy after eating.

Therefore, the customers who try it are willing to buy a catty or two catties to go back to the tooth festival.

The charm of fried chicken is that it makes people want to eat it.

Especially nowadays, people like heavy oil and meat. Although the price is a bit expensive, once you bite into it, the outside is delicious and crispy, and the chicken inside is so tender that you can't stop.

Some customers bought a catty of fried chicken back home, originally planning to save it for lunch at noon, but the children in the family could not bear the smell, and they ate deliciously together.

His old mother complained to her son: "You are a big spender, you really don't know how to live, I can also make this oily dough, why go out to buy it?"

The son was impatient to listen to Su Sui Nian, so he simply picked up a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his mother's mouth: "Who said this is fried noodles, this is fried chicken."

When his old mother finished eating, she immediately pushed him out: "Quick, go buy another two catties and come back. Someone is coming to see your sister today, and it happens to be an extra dish at noon."

When the man went to buy again, he found that there were already a dozen people in line in front of him, but he was so anxious that he stopped Xiao Fang who was holding a basin of batter and asked, "Will I have fried chicken when it's my turn?"

"Yes!" Xiao Fang was sweating all over her body: "Brother, give way, let me send it in first."

Originally they planned not to sell it at noon, but continued to sell it in the afternoon.

But now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are many people coming and going on the street, especially a non-staple food department store opened diagonally opposite their house, and most of the customers who go in to buy New Year's goods are willing to spend money. The enthusiasm for getting together came out, and when I came here and smelled the fragrance, I planned to buy it back to taste something new and add something to the dish.

Most of the customers who bought fried chicken first came from families with better conditions, and they were willing to give their children a piece first.

Today's children are all free-range, and they love to show off with their friends when they have good things.

When he was standing among a dozen children, slowly enjoying the delicious fried chicken, he really made all the little friends cry.

The children cried and asked the adults to buy fried chicken.

As Chinese New Year approaches, adults have many taboos. Children are not allowed to say "death" or "kill you" by ear, and adults will wipe their mouths with rough paper.

I don't let the children cry, I feel bad.

Those who are willing can only "spend money to eliminate disasters", and those who are not willing can only take out candy or rock candy, biscuits and the like to block the children's mouths.

Therefore, without the Zhao family thinking about how to promote it, more customers came to buy fried chicken.

Poor Xiao Hong, who has been staying in front of the oil pan, not only sweating from the hot oil, but also feels that she has been marinated, and it can be served on the table after being fried in the pan.

They started selling at 09:30, because it was slow at the beginning, and they were busy for more than three hours, and all [-] fried chickens were sold out.

Xiao Fang kept explaining to the customers who came to buy fried chicken: "I'm sorry, it's a trial sale today, and it's sold out. I'll buy it again at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhao Feifei, who stayed to help, also experienced the joy of doing business.

She watched the fried chicken being sold out one by one, and also saw the money being received by Xiao Fang in her pocket one by one.

It turns out that making money is not very difficult.

It's just that the gap between the poor and the rich is too great, so poor that my parents don't have the courage to see it.

She's glad she stayed.

Her mother persuaded her to go back to raise chickens together yesterday, and said that her uncle's business is not doing well, she can't help if she stays, and it's not good to eat him for nothing.

But she is a young girl who loves beauty, and she doesn't want to feed chickens, shovel chicken shit, and pick eggs every day in the future.

She felt that she had found a job. The Xiao sisters would go to school after the winter vacation, and the aunt was going to have a baby, so she could stay and help.

I will definitely not be wronged at my uncle's house. I still eat well three times a day and live well. Where can I find such a good job?
Therefore, after finishing work and eating lunch, she also diligently helped clean up the dishes.

Zhao Laosi looked at Xiao Fang and asked, "Shall we count the money?"

Wu Julan believed in not revealing wealth, so she hurriedly said, "Anyway, there won't be any guests right now, so go upstairs!"

After speaking, Yanyan was asked to stay and watch the store, and the four adults went upstairs to count the money.

Xiao Fang reported the total: "A total of 520 eighty-five!"

Zhao Laosi and his wife took a deep breath and asked in unison: "Is it too many? Maybe we made a mistake in counting, please count again!"

They feel that they have gained experience after doing business for the past six months. How could they have imagined that in just a few hours today, the money they make almost catches up with the income of the store for more than half a month.

This time the couple couldn't even believe it themselves, so they simply asked their sisters to count again, and they just stared at them and counted silently in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)