Yushanfang

Chapter 18: The So-Called Marketing
Feng Ming picked up the pen, and in a blink of an eye, a few crooked characters appeared on the paper.

Frowning, his face was full of doubts: "This, is this really possible?" These words were for Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang smiled and said, "I don't know if it will work, but it's worth a try."

"Huffing——" Han Cui and the chef were holding a pair of chopsticks, sucking up the soup in the bowl, making a loud noise.

"Don't eat, come here!" Feng Ming put down the brush in his hand with a "click" and scolded.

Han Cui and the cook quickly put down the chopsticks in their hands, wiped their mouths casually with their cuffs, got up and ran towards Feng Ming.

"Go, stick this thing outside!"

Han Cui and the cook took the bright red paper and walked outside the restaurant, dipped in the paste, and stuck the eye-catching red paper firmly on the door——

"Wonton, four fen a bowl, buy one get one free within seven days."

Lin Xiang smiled and said: This... is a marketing tool. There is no business in the restaurants at present. Buy one get one free, maybe it can attract some customers.

……

"Alas..." Feng Ming sighed, frowning worriedly.

Lin Xiang was also depressed.

Even with the slogan of buy one get one free, it has been half a day and still no customers have come to the door.

"What's going on." Lin Xiang muttered to himself, very confused.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, and Lin Xiang is also puzzled.

From time to time, a small number of people passed by the door of the restaurant, but the business of the restaurant did not improve, and the empty situation lasted for another half a day. Finally, Feng Ming couldn't sit still anymore. He raised his foot, and the person came out of the restaurant. In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

"Hancui!" Lin Xiang said suddenly.

The cook and Han Cui were also worried, you know, if the restaurant is closed, they will all have to drink the northwest wind.

Hearing the sound, Han Cui got up, walked to Lin Xiang's side a few steps, raised her head and asked, "What's wrong, Lin Xiang?"

Lin Xiang bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then said: "You and Uncle Cook come with me—"

……

Two bowls of steaming wontons were placed in front of Hancui and the cook.

The two looked up at Lin Xiang with some doubts.

Lin Xiang thought for a while, and then said: "Well... Maybe you have something to do..." When he spoke, he hesitated.

The two listened attentively.

half an hour.

The cook's face was gloomy and he remained silent, but he suddenly stood up and slapped the table with his palm, and the crisp sound startled Han Cui and Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang stared at the cook dumbfounded, and Han Cui also opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The cook's face turned red, and then he turned his head to Han Cui and said, "Come on, let's go out—" After finishing speaking, he picked up the big bowl on the table with one hand, and walked out the door cautiously.

Han Cui swallowed her saliva, staring straight at the bowl of soup.

Lin Xiang was silent.

Standing up suddenly, Han Cui said: "I'll go too—" He reached out to pick up the bowl of food and walked outside.

Lin Xiang was a little speechless: Hancui is probably just hungry.

……

"Oh, it's delicious!" The cook squatted in the street with the bowl in his arms, eating the soup in the bowl, and praised loudly.

Han Cui stood in a bit of embarrassment, holding the bowl in one hand, lowered her head, and sipped the soup.

"Oh, the soup in this restaurant is really good—" the cook took a few sips, wiped his mouth, and praised loudly.

Lin Xiang shrank back into the small kitchen with some embarrassment.

As for why no guests came to the door, Lin Xiang also considered one point, that is the effect of publicity.

The restaurant is not newly opened, so naturally no customers are curious. Just hanging a chapter of red paper at the door is not very effective. Besides, most of the people are farmers or shopkeepers. How many people are literate?
"Brother, don't you want to try it? The soup in this restaurant is really good, four bowls for a penny, buy a bowl and get a free bowl..." The cook's loud voice echoed in this narrow alley.

The passers-by saw this and looked at the chef and Hancui who were shouting in surprise.

Letting the two of them go out to promote manually is like a modern salesman. The shouting can attract the attention of some customers. Moreover, the ancients were more reserved. It is estimated that there are not many things like shouting at the door of the street. Naturally, there are many good people.

but……

This method is too embarrassing...

Although Lin Xiang thought of it, he was too embarrassed to go out and do it.

Sure enough, not long after, two or three people gathered at the door of the restaurant to watch the excitement.

"Brother, sister-in-law, it's also the first time I eat food from this restaurant, who knew it was so delicious!" The cook winked and interrupted.

Han Cui didn't make a sound, but nodded again and again.

"Nonsense, my family has been here before, and the food is expensive and unpalatable!" A sister-in-law frowned and sternly retorted, carrying a vegetable basket.

The cook blushed immediately when he heard this.

Because he was in charge of the food in the restaurant before.

"It's different now!" As he said that, the cook whispered mysteriously: "I heard that the chef of this restaurant has changed..."

"How do you know!" A good-hearted elder brother questioned.

Because he was the one who was replaced!
"If it doesn't taste good, I'll pay for the meal!" The uncle chef patted his chest and said proudly, "This bowl of wontons, let's take a look—" As he spoke, he stretched out the bowl in his palm.

"See the big characters on the wall, four fen a bowl, buy a bowl and get a free bowl within the first seven days, that is to say, it only costs two fen a bowl."

Everyone looked sideways at the big bowl in the cook's hand.

At this moment, more than half of the soup in the bowl has been poured, and there is a layer of light oily flowers floating on the clear soup, and there are a few shrimps. The light mist rises in the cold wind, and it looks warm, far away You can smell the aroma of meat.

The onlookers couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

It was afternoon now, many people hadn't had dinner yet, so the smell naturally aroused the gluttons.

(It is said that the author is in ecstasy of Calvin, I wrote such a fart in three hours, let’s all read it today)

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