The real daughter sets up a stall live broadcast, and the wealthy line up to kneel

Chapter 102 Just like meat

Against the background of green and red peppers and other side dishes, the somewhat gray konjac looks inconspicuous.

But Bai Yu knew that the taste had nothing to do with its rough appearance.

As long as you take a bite, the taste and texture will definitely conquer you.

"Try it, try it quickly."

During the stir-frying process, the seasoning has penetrated into every hole of the konjac, and coupled with the smooth taste, it appears to be very harmonious in contradiction.

"It's delicious! It tastes different from the ones in Chuanchuan, this one is more delicious." Zhang Fanyin said.

Even if it is spicy skewers soup, the flavor of the soup is not as strong as stir-frying over high heat.

The texture of this kind of fried food is different from that of boiled food. It is fragrant and spicy. It will be even better with a bowl of rice.

"Aunt Zhang, there will be more surprises soon." Bai Yu said.

In fact, this is the simplest konjac tofu, a form of processed konjac.

After the konjac pulp solidifies, add water, bring to a boil over high heat, and finally cut into slices.

Then it became the common konjac now. Because Bai Yu wanted to make it into other things, she made other shapes.

Just like the pot of hairy blood that was just served.

Bai Yu didn't say how it was made, but directly took a piece to Zhang Fanyin and said, "Aunt Zhang, try the taste of this vegetarian tripe."

Zhang Fanyin didn't care about the word 'prime' in her words. After all, the tripe slices in his bowl looked the same as the tripe he had eaten before.

She picked it up with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. After chewing it twice, she felt something was wrong.

The taste is somewhat similar, but it doesn't have the fishy smell of the tripe itself and is crispier.

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, "Xiaoyu, is this also made of konjac?"

Bai Yu snapped her fingers: "You guessed it! This is also konjac. It tastes similar to that of hairy belly, right?"

Many brands use this product as a substitute for hairy belly because it is cheap and tastes similar.

Zhang Fanyin tasted it carefully and finally concluded, "It's really similar. People who don't eat offal can also taste the taste of hairy tripe."

The three of them tasted everything made from konjac, and there was no problem with the taste. Now they just need to mass-produce and sell it.

Bai Yu shared the progress with investor He Jiqing, and she took Zhang Fanyin to the next destination.

But this time the ingredients are easier to see.

"Potatoes?" Zhang Fanyin was very confused, "Will anyone really buy this ordinary thing made into a snack?"

Don’t blame her for thinking too much. Vegetables like potatoes are very common and very cheap. If they were moved to a snack street, would they be comparable to grilled cold noodles, hand cakes and other fresh products?
Bai Yu patted her shoulder and said, "Aunt Zhang, don't worry, you'll know after seeing the effect."

Before coming here, she contacted fans here in advance to help herself apply for a stall.

Because of its popularity, getting these things done is much easier than imagined.

After the two returned to the city center, they headed to the vegetable market.

The first thing I came to was the noodle stall. The person next to me had opened a noodle shop before, so he found suitable noodles easily.

Next came the highlight of the potato. Bai Yu turned around and saw the size she wanted.

"Grandpa, how do you sell these potatoes?"

Zhang Fanyin pulled her arm. The potatoes in this stall were pitifully small. It was very troublesome to eat potatoes of this size.

You cannot harm your own interests out of sympathy.

Bai Yu shook her head gently, indicating that she knew what she was doing.

"Yes, I want them all. Please pack them up for me." The other party was very surprised, but because his potatoes were relatively small, he gave Bai Yu a few dollars cheaper in the end.

"Grandpa, do you still have potatoes of this size at home? I want them all. Can you bring them to me tomorrow?"

"All of them?"

The old man thought he had heard wrongly. He went to the fields to pick up these potatoes. The big ones were eaten by his children, and the remaining small ones were thought to be sold for some pocket money.

Unexpectedly, I met a kind person.

Bai Yu nodded: "Yeah, I just want this size. If you still have some, call me and I can have them all."

The old man doesn't understand, but if the potatoes are sold and the money is obtained, it is better than anything else.

"Xiaoyu, what on earth are we going to eat?"

This is both potatoes and noodles. Zhang Fanyin really can’t understand it.

Bai Yu: "I'll know it soon!"

The two of them brought the ingredients to the food stall here. Bai Yu thought she was back in Beijing when she saw the hand-made pancakes and baked gluten on the street.
They looked pretty decent, but they turned out to be fakes.

The fan who contacted Bai Yu was named Guo Chuan. Seeing Bai Yu's eyes falling on these people, she was embarrassed to scratch her head.

"Everyone here is just following the wind and selling whatever is popular online. In fact, it's all very unpalatable."

Guo Chuan said the last few words in a low voice.

Bai Yu nodded, indicating that she understood.

There is no way, the charm of my own food stall is too great, and it is inevitable that it will be counterfeited.

But now that I’m here, it’s time to save my brand’s reputation.

You can make something that doesn’t taste good, but you can’t use your own brand to sell something that doesn’t taste good!

Bai Yu put the goods she brought on the stall, and she and Zhang Fanyin walked around the snack street.

"Boss, here's a pancake."

"Hey! Do you want spicy food? There are side dishes here, do you want to add them?" the boss lady asked enthusiastically.

Bai Yu glanced at it, what a good guy, it was better than anything on her own stall.

"How do you usually sell it? Just make me something similar."

The landlady agreed readily, but what happened next really shocked Bai Yu.

The hand cakes here have nothing to do with my own hand cakes, and you can’t even tell that they are the same thing.

"Okay! Get it!"

Bai Yu took the cake handed over by the other party. It looked soft on the outside and had a lot of ingredients inside. It looked good.

"Aunt Zhang, do you want to try?"

Zhang Fanyin looked at the greasy pancakes, and his appetite subsided a bit, "No, I'm not hungry yet."

In this case, Bai Yu was not polite and took a big sip directly.

As expected, it's just an ordinary cake with no layers.

It's a bit greasy overall, but it contains shredded potatoes and green peppers, which can relieve greasiness to a certain extent.

Not tasty, but not terrible either.

Bai Yu took a few bites and then put it away. She pretended to ask casually, "Madam boss, why is this cake called hand cake? Is it the same as the popular hand cake on the Internet?"

(End of this chapter)