Lin Mai smiled and said nothing, and asked an employee to bring a menu and show it to Zhao Hansheng.
Zhao Hansheng lowered his head and saw that the ingredient behind Shili Xiang was marked as chicken butt.
He looked surprised: "You know it's a chicken butt, so why do so many people order it?"
Lin Mai said proudly: "Because it smells good."
Foodies only care about appetite, and health comes second.
This is also the reason why duck necks in previous lives were so popular all over the country.
Zhao Hansheng was eating barbecue, drinking beer, and watching others eating Shili Xiang and Hot Crispy Sausage.
The more I read, the more I wonder how delicious Shili Xiang and Hot Crispy Sausage are and why so many people eat them!
I couldn't help but order two bunches of Shilixiang and a portion of hot crispy sausage.
He first took a bite of the hot and crispy sausage with the courage of a strong man to cut off his wrist.
The spicy, crispy and rich flavor of the hot crispy sausage will explode in your mouth. It is so delicious that it is indescribable.
With one sweep, a portion of hot and crispy intestines was quickly consumed, and he was still not satisfied.
Then, he picked up a bunch of ten-mile incense, pulled off a chicken butt and started chewing it.
Just like the hot crispy sausage, it doesn't have any odor, but it has a strong aroma of wine and cumin. It bursts into pulp when you eat it. It's so delicious that it makes you shiver.
Before coming here, he disliked chicken butt and chicken intestines and duck intestines. When he left, Zhao Hansheng had become a die-hard fan of Shili Xiang and Hot Crispy Sausage.
I packed two portions of hot crispy sausage and ten skewers of ten-mile incense to take away.
Originally, he wanted to order more Shilixiang, but Lin Mai refused, saying that he should eat less unhealthy food.
With the freezer, it would be a waste not to sell ice cream.
After breakfast the next day, Lin Mai rode a tricycle to the street to buy ice cream.
She successfully got into ice cream at the first ice cream factory she went to.
However, there are very few flavors, only four flavors: cream, red bean, mung bean and old ice cream.
Lin Mai bought 500 of each flavor, packed them in several foam boxes, and took them back to the snack bar.
The store was going to sell ice cream, and the happiest person was Doudou. He jumped and clapped around the foam box containing the ice cream, and kept shouting: "Mom, I want to eat, I want to eat!"
Lin Mai asked her to pick an ice cream stick and put the rest in the freezer for sale.
The freezer is placed at the entrance of the store, and there is also a signboard, so passers-by can see it at a glance.
Ice cream in this era was not expensive. The most expensive cream ice cream was only 15 cents, and the cheapest old popsicle was only 5 cents. Even elementary school students could afford it. Lin Mai's ice cream sold quite well.
Although you can only earn a few cents from one ice cream cone, if you sell hundreds of ice cream cones every day, you still earn seven or eight yuan.
You can earn more than 200 a month, which is not a small amount of money.
Linmai has added hot and sour bean sprouts, cold shredded potatoes, hot and sour cucumber and other cold dishes.
Aunt Hu next door also started a night market business. In order to steal Lin Mai's business, she placed tables and chairs outside the shop.
Zhou Caiyun was so angry that she wanted to put the tables and chairs outside the store and have a fight with Aunt Hu, but Lin Mai stopped her.
If the tables and chairs are placed outside the store, how will pedestrians walk? Will it affect traffic?
At most, she will only set up a stall in front of the store so as not to affect pedestrian traffic.
Zhou Caiyun had no choice but to give up reluctantly.
While busy doing business, I also paid attention to Aunt Hu's night market business.
Even though Aunt Hu had placed tables and chairs on the street, she couldn't stand the scent of cumin from Lin Mai's house.
The foodies saw Aunt Hu's impressive stall from afar and ran over happily.
However, he was attracted by the cumin-scented skewers from Lin Mai’s house, so he went into Baohaochi Snack Bar and ordered delicious food.
Aunt Wu was so angry that her face turned dark.
She has an ugly face, and those foodies will not go to her house to eat snacks. Who would want to eat in front of her stinky face!
At ten o'clock in the evening, the night market closed its stalls, and the ingredients prepared by Aunt Hu were hardly sold.
Although they are all vegetarian dishes, they will still become rotten if left out overnight.
She didn't make any money and was still losing money. Aunt Hu was so worried and angry that she couldn't even sleep well.
Originally, the owners of the snack bars on this street were hesitant about whether to sell them for the night market.
After all, when it comes to night market business, they have no advantage compared to Baohaochi Snack Shop.
But Aunt Hu's night market business made them no longer hesitate.
They can also sell stir-fried dishes, desserts and cold dishes at the night market.
Although the competition is not as good as a delicious snack bar, as long as you can make money.
A few days later, almost every household in this street's snack bar started selling food for the night market.
It has formed a large scale, and at night, foodies come straight here. This street becomes popular, and the business of Linmai Snack Shop becomes more and more prosperous.
The night market business of many snack bars is better than Aunt Hu's.
Now Aunt Hu not only scolds Lin Mai, but also scolds other neighbors. She just scolds her behind closed doors, so no one knows.
It's the day when Fang Zhuoran works the night shift again.
Lin Mai kept his promise and asked Li Mingcheng to kill the only little hen after lunch.
Added longan and wolfberry, simmered until about five o'clock in the afternoon, put it in a thermos bottle, brought the lunch prepared for Fang Zhuoran, and delivered it to him personally.
Having a freezer is convenient. You can buy the freshest meat ingredients in the morning and put them in the freezer. You can take them out to cook at any time.
Lin Mai bought several kilograms of ribs from the pork boss who delivered to her house in the morning. She cooked cumin ribs for dinner and brought a lot to Fang Zhuoran.
Lin Mai was particularly happy when she thought that Fang Zhuoran would be able to eat fragrant and spicy cumin spareribs later, but she herself was not aware of her feelings at all.
When the nurses saw Lin Mai arriving with lunch boxes and thermos bottles, they rushed to tell each other: "Look! The proprietress of the delicious snack bar is here again!"
"This nigger is awesome, he's really proactive in chasing men!"
Lin Mai reached the door of Fang Zhuoran's office and poked his head around.
A rookie doctor often went to her snack bar to eat, recognized her, and knew that she had a good relationship with Fang Zhuoran.
He walked to Fang Zhuoran and whispered: "Professor Fang, someone is looking for you."
Fang Zhuoran is looking at a special case of a special patient attentively.
Hearing this, he turned and looked towards the office door.
Seeing that it was Lin Mai, he walked over to her with a smile and took her to his lounge.
Lin Mai put the lunch box and thermos on the desk and told them which was for dinner and which was for midnight snack.
She also thoughtfully told him that the thermos flask was a new one she bought and it was very insulating so that even if the chicken soup was left out in the middle of the night, it would not get cold.
Fang Zhuoran listened to her with a smile and handed her a large bag of lychees placed on the desk: "A family member of a patient in Guangdong gave it to her. It's quite fresh. You can take it home to eat."
In this era, as an inland city, Jiangcheng rarely sells lychees, and even if they do, they are not fresh.
But these lychees from Fang Zhuoran are very fresh.
There was a surprise as a gift, and Lin Mai happily took the bag of lychees.
My eyes rested on his well-jointed hands for a few seconds. He was a good-looking man, and even his hands were so charming.
"There are so many lychees, why don't you keep some for yourself?"
Fang Zhuoran opened the lunch box and saw that the little girl had prepared a sumptuous dinner for him.
Feeling delighted, he raised his head and answered Lin Mai's question: "Lychees are too sweet and I don't like them very much."
Lin Mai smiled: "This is the first time I heard someone eat lychees without hesitation."