The loud sound quickly attracted the attention of many people,
"What is Malatang?"
"I've never heard of it. It seems they were the two people who first sold candied haws. Let's go and have a look."
…
Dozens of people quickly gathered around Wangfuji Malatang.
In the iron pot, water was bubbling, and a unique spicy smell spread out.
People around him were buzzing with saliva and swallowing saliva uncontrollably.
It was already time for dinner. I just wanted to take a few bites from the bar, but suddenly I felt unbearably hungry and wanted to eat a big bowl quickly.
"Boss, how do you sell this...spicy...hot food?"
Someone asked.
Xiaofang's face was filled with a happy smile, "Spicy hotpot with meat and vegetables, vegetarian skewers cost one penny each, meat skewers cost two cents each."
"For noodles, it's two to four cents."
Xiaolan fanned the iron pot at the right time, the aroma filled the air, and the sound of swallowing saliva became a little louder.
Is Malatang expensive?
It doesn't sound expensive, after all, it's normal to pay five or six cents for a meal.
But looking at the situation in this pot, the portion is not that great.
"If you want to eat, you can pick it yourself. Except for the noodles, which need to be cooked for a while, you can eat the rest after you pick them."
Xiaolan said with a smile.
"It smells delicious, but I don't know how it tastes."
"Many things smell good but taste average."
"They should be fine. The candied haws on a stick is the first one they sell, and the taste is the most authentic. This Malatang should not be much different."
Finally, someone was willing to try something new. A middle-aged man approached the iron pot and carefully selected it.
"A bunch of oyster mushrooms, a bunch of Qianzhang, a bunch of pork belly, and two or two noodles."
"Okay, please wait a moment." Xiaolan skillfully grabbed a handful of noodles and sprinkled them into the pot. In less than half a cup of tea, the noodles were already cooked. She picked them up and piled them into a bowl, and finally poured a spoonful of soup on them.
The middle-aged man smelled the aroma, moved his index fingers, quickly took the bowl, picked up a chopstick of noodles, chewed two mouthfuls, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"How about it?"
All the eyes of the people around were focused on that person.
The middle-aged man did not answer, but moved his chopsticks faster and faster. After three strokes, five divided by two, he finished the bowl of Malatang, not even the soup was left.
"Ah..." the middle-aged man sighed, "Bring me two more skewers of fish balls and one skewer of noodles."
Xiaolan and Xiaofang looked at each other, with heartfelt smiles on their faces.
The middle-aged man finally finished eating and patted his belly with satisfaction, "How much did it cost?"
"Thirteen articles in total."
"It tastes good, especially the soup. It's delicious." The middle-aged man paid and left with a smile.
The first one to eat crabs will soon be followed by the second and third ones.
"Hmm..." One person hummed happily, "Be sure to add toasted bread to soak up the soup. It's crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The taste shouldn't be too good."
"Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect that ordinary pork liver could be cooked so delicious."
"Boss, give me another bunch of cauliflower."
The Malatang business is unexpectedly booming.
Xiaolan and Xiaofang had estimated before that if Malatang tastes so good, business will not be bad.
But no one expected it to be this good.
It is completely different from the previous candied haws.
When buying candied haws, many people still have to think about it.
But strangely enough, more people are willing to buy this spicy hotpot.
Xiaofang kept putting away the dishes and washing them, she was very busy.
The skewers in the iron pot were replenished several times, and in the end we had to wait in line.
"Why are there so many people lining up around it?"
"They were the two people who first sold candied haws. Now they start selling spicy hotpot. Everyone who has eaten it says it's delicious."
"Isn't it cheap?"
"It's definitely not cheap if you want to have a full meal, but five or six cents is enough for a taste or something."
"Even if you only spend two or three pennies, you can still have a taste of it, right?"
"At any rate, it can be regarded as filling your stomach. Unlike candied haws, it is just a snack. Eating it will only make you hungrier."
"That's right, give it a try."
…
Before the evening market was over, all the skewers prepared by Xiaolan had been sold out.
"Sorry, if you want to eat, come back tomorrow. Today's spicy hotpot has all been sold out."
After everyone dispersed, Xiaofang also put away the dishes, chopsticks, tables and stools. Under the envious gaze of the nearby stall owner, the two pushed the flat trolley and left Sanyang Gate.
"Sister Xiaolan, my close friend's brother-in-law is so awesome. How could he come up with such a good way to make money?"
"I have never seen so many people queuing up to buy something."
Xiaofang couldn't hide the excitement in her tone, and she couldn't help but jump up and down even while pushing the flatbed trolley.
"Okay, please slow down, none of us thought that Malatang could be so profitable." Xiaolan said with a smile.
"By the way, Sister Xiaolan, how much did we earn tonight? We should be able to buy the spicy hotpot base, right?" Xiaofang walked in front and turned around and asked.
"It's not clear yet, but it must be a lot. We prepared hundreds of skewers and several kilograms of noodles, and they were all sold out. Even if we prepare more, we can still sell them." Xiaolan shook her head.
"It's definitely profitable, and a lot of it. I should have at least 800 coins to buy the base material."
The two of them did not go home first, but went straight to Li's house.
Suddenly, Xiaofang said, "Sister Xiaolan, do you really think you can't learn this basic material?"
Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat, "Xiaofang, what do you mean by this? Zhiyin and Chang'an have been very good to us."
"Without them, how could we be where we are today?"
"Don't forget that before we set up a street stall and could earn ten cents a day, it was already pretty good."
"You can be satisfied as a human being."
Xiaofang exclaimed, "Sister Xiaolan, where are you thinking? I will definitely not do such a thing."
"I'm just worried that Malatang, like the candied haws a stick before, will be quickly copied. Will it still be as popular as it is today?"
Xiaolan pondered, "The taste of this base is fragrant and spicy, with a faint medicinal smell. Just adding the base to the soup makes it very comfortable to drink."
"At least I can't learn it."
"I don't know what others say, but at least now we should trust Chang'an's judgment."
The two came to Li's house. Li Changan was reading a book, "Sisters, how is the Malatang sales?"
Liu Zhiyin was knitting a sweater for winter, and when she heard the sound, she quickly walked out of the east room.
Xiaolan took out the cloth bag containing the money and said, "Tonight's harvest is all here."
"The Malatang sales are very good. Many people are not satisfied with it after eating it once and buy it a second time."
"The quantity of skewers prepared is not enough, otherwise we could sell more."
The four people gathered together and after counting the coins in the money bag, they all let out a sigh of relief. Liu Zhiyin, Xiaolan and Xiaofang could not suppress the shock in their eyes.
"A total of nine hundred and sixty coins were sold tonight."
This number is comparable to that of an average small restaurant.
And this is just a roadside stall.
Incredible.
incredible.
Liu Zhiyin, who had been worried for two days, finally put her heart back into her stomach.
The number of eight hundred Wen was too scary, and she was afraid that the spicy hot pot that Erlang had finally made would be in vain.
Now I am finally relieved.
No matter what, this business cannot be lost.
"Sisters, please keep this money." Li Changan said with a smile, "I wonder if you will continue to sell spicy hotpot tomorrow?"
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Not long after Xiaolan and Xiaofang left Sanyangmen,
Two people hurriedly came to their stall, but ended up empty-handed.
"Excuse me, is this place the place that sells malatang?" The two asked the owner of the stall next to them.
"It's here, but they have left. If you want to eat, you have to come back tomorrow."
The two left quickly.
"Gu Jiaoyu, you're not lying to me, are you? I've never heard of Laoshizi Malatang before. Is it really as delicious as you said?" asked one of the thick-set people.
"Why did I lie to you? It tasted really good. I bought two bowls and ate them all." The other man had gray hair and looked skinny, but he had a strong character of his own.
If Li Changan were here, he would definitely recognize him. One of them is Zhang Fugui, the owner of Zhangji Winery, and the other is Gu Jiaoyu, the county school student.
"I have a hunch that if your wine shop has Malatang, the business will definitely improve in the future." Gu Jiaoyu said very seriously.
"What's so easy to do? I think it's pretty good now." Zhang Fugui didn't take it seriously.
"Don't think I don't know. With the current business of your small wine shop, if you want to support the lives of more than a dozen elderly people, I'm afraid it's already stretched, right?" Gu Jiaoyu glanced at Zhang Fugui.
"..." Zhang Fugui was speechless. After holding it in for a long time, he blurted out a few words, "How did you know?"