"After all, it's just a roadside stall. How much can it sell for in a day?" Zhang Fugui said.
"So you don't look down on this business." Gu Jiaoyu snorted coldly, "As for the business of your small wine shop, you don't look down on this or that?"
"Those who didn't know better thought you were a noble scholar, but who knew you turned out to be a blind warrior."
Zhang Fugui became anxious and said, "Old man Gu, you're pretty damn good. Don't think you're really riding on my head when I call you Gu Jiaoyu."
"Roadside stalls have their own way of doing business, and wine shops have their own business. If you don't mess with the river, is it possible that you should follow whatever business you see?"
"I'm not asking you to steal people's business. Do you understand cooperation?" Gu Jiaoyu shook his head helplessly, "When you came back from the battlefield in the north, was your brain damaged by the pig demon?"
"Gungun, what qualifications does a semi-wasted scholar have to say that I..."
The two quarreled as they walked, and soon left the street.
…
Two days later,
The Malatang business has gradually returned to the previous trend of candied haws. In places with dense crowds, similar flat carts have gradually begun to appear, and the ingredients inside are almost the same.
“Is it Wangfuji’s spicy hotpot?”
"Try it, people outside say this spicy hotpot is delicious."
Many people gathered together when they saw the similar flatbed carts and boilers, but after a few tastes they frowned.
"You don't taste good either. Why do you still have a bitter taste?"
"What's cheap? What's the point of being half a cent cheaper? If I have this money, I might as well go to Dongyangmen and eat Wangfuji."
The more people selling Malatang in the streets and alleys, the more people believe in the Malatang of Sanyangmen Wangfuji.
Only that one has the most authentic taste.
Therefore, after two days of fermentation, Xiaolan and Xiaofang were surprised to find that the Malatang business was not only not affected, but actually became more popular.
"It still has to be at your house. What are those spicy hotpots outside? What's the use of just cooking them?"
A man ate a full bowl and praised with satisfaction,
"It's just that the distance is too far. If you want to eat, you have to walk a few steps. When are you going to set up a stall in Dongfang? There are a lot of people there."
Xiaolan smiled reservedly and said, "Thank you sir for your kindness."
"Boss, give me two skewers of pork belly, and some skewers of pancakes." A middle-aged man with a mustache sat on a small bench and shouted.
Xiaolan skillfully filled the bowl, and Xiaofang brought it over.
The man finished his meal quickly, and finally drank the soup in the bowl slowly, smacking his lips and saying, "Two more noodles."
After finishing the noodles, I started to drink the soup in small sips, and finally paid and walked away.
The mustache walked around left and right until he came to a small restaurant and hurriedly broke into the kitchen of the small restaurant. No one stopped him.
"Chili... ginger... star anise... wolfberry..."
The mustache muttered the ingredients silently, squinting his eyes slightly, and the speed became slower and slower as he went back.
There are a lot of condiments in the back kitchen of small restaurants, and they can basically be prepared.
But at the end, the mustachioed brows furrowed tightly, "No, this taste is a little bit worse."
"What's wrong with Da Liu? Didn't you say you want to try that spicy hotpot?"
A fat man wearing a white coat came into the kitchen. After seeing the mustache, he walked over.
"I've eaten it, but it doesn't taste right." The mustache shook his head and sighed.
"The taste is wrong?" the fat man asked suspiciously, "could it be that those two women still dare to cheat?"
"No, it's because I can't match the taste of the soup." Mustache Hu poured the prepared ingredients into the pot and stir-fried slowly.
"Based on what I'm matching now, it shouldn't be as good as the Wangfuji one."
The fat man was shocked when he heard this, "No...it can't be right? You are the best cook here."
"Even in big restaurants, there shouldn't be many people who can compare with you, right?"
"You know a hammer, there are mountains outside the mountains, does anyone outside the world understand?" Mustache poured water, smelled the smell, shook his head gently, and then added new seasonings to it from time to time.
"Fat man, bring me a bowl of soup."
When the fat man heard this, he quickly scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it over.
Looking at the tumbling condiments, Mustache waited for a while and took a sip.
"It's 70% flavorful."
The fat man also took a bite and said, "It tastes good, but it feels like something is missing."
"Is there not enough broth?"
"Probably not." Mustached Hu sprinkled a few more fragrant leaves into the pot, seeming to mutter to himself, "It smells fragrant and spicy, but it just feels like something is missing."
"What's missing? Not...fresh enough? Yes, not fresh enough."
The fat man looked like a fat cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Isn't it fresh enough? You added soup stock to it, isn't it enough?"
"Let's go have another bowl, and then we'll see how we can improve it when we come back." The mustache took the lead to go out, "I have a hunch that if we can match the taste of the soup, the business of our small shop will definitely be better.
few."
The two came to the Wangfuji stall and lined up again.
"Who do you think that is?" The fat man poked his mustache while he was still thinking.
The mustache raised his head and looked over, "Isn't this Boss Lin from the Lin Family Restaurant?"
"What's more? Look in front of Boss Lin." The fat man winked.
"Boss Zhang from Zhangji Winery?" The mustache chuckled softly, "Isn't it a busy time now? Why are these two here?"
"What do you think? It's probably the same as the rest of us." The fat man whispered, "This spicy hotpot is no better than the candied haws."
"I did some calculations yesterday. At the evening market, just such a small stall could sell more than one tael of silver."
"If it were placed in a small restaurant or wine shop, the business would probably double at least several times."
"The key is that with the soup base, the taste of many dishes can be improved. Isn't that what we had in mind?"
The mustache nodded and said nothing more.
At this time, a greeting came from behind, "Da Liu? Didn't you just eat?"
The mustache was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked subconsciously, "Old Chen? How did you know that I just ate it?"
The old Chen who asked the question stopped talking, then punched the mustache and the fat man and cupped his hands, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Yes, it’s another master who comes here to learn from me secretly.
The fat man and the mustache waited for half a quarter of an hour, but heard Xiaolan's clear voice,
"Sorry, today's Malatang has been sold out. Please come back tomorrow."
"Hey, why are they sold out again? Didn't you say you should prepare more?"
"Yes, I came here from Nanfang specially."
Several people complained.
The mustache quickly stepped forward and stopped Xiaolan, "Girl, can I buy a bowl of soup base?"
"I'll give you money."
Xiaolan was startled, then waved her hands quickly, "I'm really sorry, there is a fixed amount of soup base every day, and I don't have any more here."
As he opened the lid of the pot, he looked inside and said quickly, "I see there is still a little bit left in the bottom of the pot, can you put it in for me?"
This was the first time Xiaolan had seen such a customer, so she could only ask Xiaofang to bring another bowl and fill up the remaining half spoonful of soup base.
"I also bought this bowl." Mustache took the bowl and carefully let the fat man hold it, then took out twenty coins and hurried away.
Xiaolan and Xiaofang were caught off guard. Before they could say anything, they saw the strange man leaving.
"There are quite a lot of weirdos today, especially this one is the weirdest." Xiaofang clicked her tongue in surprise.
The two of them packed up the stall and were about to leave when they were stopped by another person.
"You two ladies, I am Zhang Fugui from Zhangji Winery. I wonder if we can discuss something?"