He cast a gloomy glance at the back of Zhao Liya who was leaving, not knowing what bad idea he was planning.
Hu Ling quickly led everyone to the restaurant.
The layout of the restaurant is very simple, with rectangular tables arranged in an orderly manner vertically and horizontally, and wooden stools placed opposite each other. This is actually the canteen where the family members eat.
After cleaning up, Zhao Liya didn't think there was anything wrong with entertaining these people.
Soon, Zhao Liya and others brought the hot and sour noodles one by one on trays, with four bowls of hot and sour noodles placed on each tray.
Portions are on the small side.
Hunger marketing can be used a little bit to make people eat it up without even realizing it. If you still want to eat it after eating, it will look more delicious, right?
"What does it smell like? It smells so good!"
"Ah, I smell it too, it's really tempting!"
"I can't wait to try it!"
"No, me too!"
When the hot and sour noodles were placed in front of them one by one, the merchants' eyes lit up.
“It looks delicious!”
"Ah, it smells so good!"
"Is this the hot and sour noodles made in the potato workshop? The potatoes can be made into noodles just like flour!"
"No matter what, I'll try it first. It's delicious. It's so satisfying!"
The alluring aroma of sour and spicy food spread, and everyone lowered their heads to taste it. They couldn't stop after tasting it, and they all ate with their heads down, which was very enjoyable.
The vermicelli is smooth and chewy, the chili oil is just right spicy and delicious, the soup is extremely delicious, plus the added coriander segments, chopped green onions, balsamic vinegar, boiled soybeans, fried peanuts, delicious Meat sauce and other condiments make the bowl richer.
It was a small portion and was finished quickly.
"Hey, I haven't had enough yet!"
"No, me too!"
"That's it. One portion is too little! Can we add more?"
Someone asked, and many people immediately agreed.
Hu Ling nodded and said with a smile: "Of course you can add more. We don't have anything else in the countryside. We will definitely have enough hot and sour noodles today. Everyone, we will add more soon."
So another batch was quickly served, and everyone continued to eat happily.
Such delicious hot and sour noodles make you feel even hungrier after eating such a small bowl! Of course you have to eat it to the fullest to be happy!
Mao Dexing frowned. He took it with the intention of finding fault with it, but he didn't expect that the hot and sour rice noodles were really delicious. He couldn't fault it at all!
Seeing everyone happily eating and praising them, he became more and more confused and secretly scolded them for looking like they had never eaten anything good. It was really embarrassing. Isn't it just made of potatoes? What's so great about it?
He was complaining and jealous in his heart, which was more sour than the vinegar in the bowl.
However, this hot and sour rice noodle looks so tempting and smells so tempting. Once you take it into your mouth, you simply can’t stop eating it.
Even if he refused to admit it in his heart, the hot and sour noodles in his hand were still very fragrant, and before he knew it, he had finished the whole bowl.
It’s not enough, I still want to eat.
It was hard to hold back.
Mao Dexing sneered slightly. These people would soon regret it. If they praised so much, it would be strange if Zhao Liya didn't take the opportunity to raise the price.
Everyone had a delicious meal and was very satisfied.
Returning to the living room and making tea, it became even more beautiful.
After some joking and chatting, it was time to get down to business.
"Mr. Hu, this hot and sour rice noodle is really good, I wonder how to sell it?"
Everyone immediately stopped talking and looked at Hu Ling.
Hu Ling said with a smile: "These are potato vermicelli made from potatoes. Not only can it be made into hot and sour noodles, but it can also be eaten in a pot. After soaking, it can also be stir-fried with other side dishes. In short, as long as the ingredients are right, the soup will be delicious.
The juice is good, it tastes delicious no matter how you cook it, and it can be used as a meal or a dish. As for the price, we have set a price of thirty-five cents per pound."
Everyone nodded. The price was actually not expensive. After all, potatoes cost five cents a pound!
Although everyone doesn’t know how much hot and sour noodles can be obtained from a pound of potatoes - ah no, it’s potato vermicelli, but it’s definitely not too much. This is common sense.
Thirty-five cents per pound is a very reasonable price for the unique and unique Zhao Family Potato Factory.
In fact, this is indeed the case. If Zhao Liya had not had the intention to promote potatoes, the price would definitely not be so cheap.
At thirty-five cents, their current income can reach more than nine thousand taels of silver. If these potatoes are not made into potato vermicelli and sold as potatoes alone, their income will be more than six thousand taels.
Speaking of which, potato vermicelli makes more money.
In the future, when potatoes are produced in large quantities, the price will fall to one or two cents per pound. At that time, the price of potato vermicelli will also fall again, but as the cost goes down, the money earned by the workshop will not be less, maybe even more.
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Mao Dexing suddenly said loudly: "Thirty-five cents per pound? This is too expensive! I think your workshop is the only one that has the right price, and deliberately charges a high price! This is so unkind!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then shut up, nodded, whispered, and agreed with Mao Dexing.
Anyone who doesn't like the idea of lowering costs is a fool. Anyway, Master Mao is willing to come forward, so of course everyone is happy to wait and see.
Hu Ling said: "This is not expensive at all. The price is real. Our boss doesn't like to bargain, so we don't offer an inflated price. If you can accept it, then accept it. If you can't, forget it."
Mao Dexing sneered: "If you don't sell to you, how can you produce and sell it yourself? Even if you open a hot and sour noodle shop in the city, you probably won't be able to sell all the products with this quantity, right?"
Hu Ling smiled: "Our boss said we can sell them to provincial capitals."
Everyone changed color slightly.
Yes, this is not the business of the Zhao family, but the business of the mysterious big boss behind the Zhao family. No one has been able to find out who the mysterious big boss is until now.
Since it cannot be dug out, it means that the other party's background is very deep, so deep that no one dares to take it lightly.
A merchant asked with a tentative smile: "By the way, Mr. Hu, do you dare to ask if the boss behind you is from the provincial capital?"
Hu Ling smiled slightly and gave him a look to see for himself.
Aya has repeatedly warned that the best way to maintain the mystery of the mysterious big boss is to not respond to what others say, just to smile enigmatically.
As expected, all the merchants sighed lowly, feeling very disappointed, but they were too sensible to ask any further questions.
Mao Dexing choked angrily: "In this case, why did you invite everyone here? Isn't it unnecessary!"
Hu Ling: "Being friendly makes money. There are good ways to make money. Of course, we must give priority to local brothers. Our boss knows this very well!"
Mao Dexing: "."
This family is at loggerheads with him, and he knows better than to understand.
When the merchants saw that the county magistrate's brother-in-law could not get any benefits from bargaining, they immediately gave up decisively.