Food: Random stalls, customers chase me for ten blocks

The porridge is different every day, and the porridge is different every day.

"Boss, why are you selling different porridge every day?"

Xie Hong and the others thought that the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat they had yesterday would be the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat today.

Unexpectedly, the boss sold sweet potato porridge today.

Although sweet potato porridge is also delicious, it is not as delicious as meat.

It is too light and feels suitable for drinking when you are sick.

It is also a bit watery, like drinking sugar water.

No, it is more like soup.

It quenches thirst, but it does not fill you up.

"Yes, what's the point of eating the same thing every day."

Lin Zhou will only sell a fixed type of food when the system task stipulates a certain food.

"What will you sell tomorrow?"

Hearing this, a group of squatting college students all looked up at Lin Zhou, obviously very curious.

Xie Hong really likes to drink the porridge cooked by Lin Zhou. It is comfortable to eat and not greasy. If he can eat such delicious porridge every morning, he will have the motivation to get up early.

If he knows what porridge the boss will sell tomorrow, he will not come if he doesn't like it.

Climbing mountains every day, even the strongest body can't bear it.

"Sell abalone porridge tomorrow."

Business is not good today. Lin Zhou guessed that it should be because sweet potato porridge is too cheap in everyone's impression, so it can't be sold at a high price. Everyone thinks that a hundred yuan a bowl is not worth it, so they ask more and buy less.

Still have to make some porridge that is worth the price, so that the business will be better.

Although completing the task is the main thing, setting up a stall is also very interesting.

Lin Zhou felt that earning money with his own hands was more meaningful, and it also made his life more colorful in this world, so that he would not live a life of idleness and idleness. Such a life without goals and meaning was not suitable for him.

When he saw the diners eating the food he made, they were shocked and praised the deliciousness, which was really a very happy thing.

So he cared about the good or bad of the stall business!

"Wow, abalone porridge!"

Yao Chao had never eaten abalone in his life, but he had only heard of it and was immediately interested.

His family was actually average, and his parents only gave him 1,000 yuan a month for college living expenses, which was only enough for him to eat.

He couldn't afford to eat too well.

As the saying goes, a young boy eats up his father. He was in his 20s, just when he could eat.

The living expenses given by his parents were not enough to spend, so he played games privately to earn money for others.

Sometimes he was lucky and could earn hundreds of yuan for one order, so he had the money to drink porridge for 100 yuan a bowl.

Apart from going out to eat with friends, he basically didn't go out to eat anything.

Only when he heard about abalone porridge did he realize that he hadn't eaten it yet.

"I haven't eaten abalone porridge either, but I have eaten abalone. It's very fishy and hard to chew. It's not delicious."

The middle-aged uncle next to him disapproved and said, "It depends on what kind of abalone it is. After the dried abalone is soaked and stewed, it looks a bit like preserved eggs when cut open. It's runny and has a chewy texture. The taste is very good, but it doesn't taste very good. It depends on the seasoning."

"New abalone tastes a bit like scallops. It's okay as sashimi, but it's not very good when cooked. It's hard to chew."

A group of college students listened to the middle-aged uncle's words with a look of knowledge, and nodded as if they understood.

"But if it's cooked into porridge, it should be very fresh."

Xie Hong asked Lin Zhou with a foodie look that it should be delicious.

Lin Zhou looked at their foodie look and nodded woodenly.

Is there anything bad about the food he makes?

But it can be seen that these people are indeed foodies, otherwise they would not become repeat customers.

After all, when Lin Zhou saw that Zhou’s stall was located on the top of the mountain, he did not think that there would be repeat customers.

Who would climb a mountain just to drink porridge!

I didn’t expect that he would have repeat customers!

“Then we will come again tomorrow morning!”

A group of college students instantly became excited and chatted.

Originally, it was quite lively when five college students got together yesterday, but I didn’t expect that there would be eight today, just like a group of ducks quacking next to each other.

Lin Zhou lowered his head and looked at them, his expression helpless. If it were anime, he would probably have three black lines slowly sliding down his forehead at this moment.

......

Lin Zhou closed the stall today at about the same time as yesterday.

Although the amount of porridge prepared was less, it was not popular and sold slowly. It was already afternoon when he closed the stall after selling it.

When he got home, he still cleaned up and went to bed.

After all, climbing a mountain is really too physically demanding!

So he still didn't remember the diners who had been waiting for him by Daming Lake for two days.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The diners stood at the intersection of Huaguoshan Road, waiting so eagerly!

"No, where is my big bun stall?"

"It's eight o'clock, brothers, the boss of the bun stall hasn't come yet!"

"No way, the boss won't come again today?"

"What's going on? Why didn't he come to set up the stall? Did the boss change the place?"

"I don't know!"

"No, I'm going to mobilize my circle of friends and ask if anyone has seen the boss of the bun stall."

Those who have many friends immediately thought of the saying that more friends mean more roads.

The buns made by the boss of the bun stall are so delicious. If someone has eaten them, they will definitely not forget them, and maybe they will find the location of the boss's stall.

"Maybe it's just that the boss has something at home. I'll come back tomorrow."

There are also those who firmly believe that Lin Zhou just didn't come to set up the stall because of something, and maybe he will come back.

The owner of the barbecue stall not far away saw this scene, and an idea flashed through her mind.

When she returned home after closing the stall at night, she pulled her husband to discuss it.

"Husband, what do you think about us changing our career to selling buns?"

Barbecue stall owner: ? ? ?

"No, wife, you can't have this idea if you haven't eaten the buns!"

Just sell barbecue, why do you do whatever you want.

"Look at how many people come to buy buns these two days. If we also sell buns, it will definitely make more money than barbecue!"

Besides, she already knows how to make buns. Her family was in the breakfast business in the early years. Why can't she sell buns!

"Are the buns you make as delicious as those sold by others?"

"No..."

The barbecue stall owner choked. She had to admit that the buns made by the bun stall were indeed delicious. I can't think of anyone who can make better buns than that. They don't have that skill!

"What else can I say? When customers buy our buns, the difference between the two is too big, so we won't be able to make it for long."

"Besides, the boss of the bun stall has only been away for two days, and he might come back. When he sees us stealing his business, how can we buy buns!"

Having said that, the boss lady of the barbecue stall was very jealous when she saw so many customers returning empty-handed.

"I don't care, I want to try. At worst, we can stop doing the bun business when the boss comes back. We have the equipment at home, so why don't you make money?"

The boss lady didn't believe it. Her intuition told her that she could make money by selling buns now.

So the next morning, the boss lady went to the vegetable market and didn't buy the ingredients for barbecue. Instead, she bought large and small bags of flour ingredients to make buns!