Cities: Start with street stalls

Chapter 55
The stinky tofu fluttered quickly in Luo Fan's hands. Under the action of the oil temperature, two servings of stinky tofu were quickly cooked. Luo Fan handed it to Liu Dazhuang to fill the bowl and handed it to Zhou Feifei.

Zhou Feifei took the stinky tofu, bid farewell to Luo Fan, and found a place to eat.

At this moment, a veteran came to Luo Fan's booth following the smell, and said to Luo Fan, "Boss, why does your stinky tofu smell different from the one over there? It smells especially good."

Luo Fan said as a matter of course: "If things are different, naturally the taste will be different."

Looking at Luo Fan who was extremely confident, he compared the price difference by double, and the visitor hesitated for a while and said, "Boss, please give me a copy."

Knowing that his price had no advantage at all, Luo Fan was not discouraged, and fried up the stinky tofu with all his heart. As for the two employees who were originally ready to help, they could only look at the crowd next to them and worry.

Like Luo Fan, there is also the "Lao Zhang Lao Fan Restaurant" next door that has not shouted or lowered prices. However, unlike Luo Fan, the business there has improved a lot. This is much better than a single person.

Of course, this is also Luo Fan's own fault. If his Yifan stinky tofu is still exclusive, there will naturally be some veterans who are willing to come over to support it, but in the current situation, not many people are willing to come over specially.

This has to be the early stage to ensure that they will not be attracted by others. After all, there are too many temptations nearby. If there is no need to set up a stall, Luo Fan would like to have a supper.

While Luo Fan was frying stinky tofu for the old glutton, several people came to Luo Fan's booth one after another. When they saw Luo Fan, they shouted excitedly:

"Boss Luo finally found you. Why did you find such a corner to stay? If you didn't smell the familiar scent, we would have thought you hadn't come to the competition."

Luo Fan saw that it was a few of his old customers. These people didn't care that Luo Fan doubled the price, and each ordered a portion. In their eyes, Luo Fan's stinky tofu is not that old golden stinky at all. Tofu can compare.

Seeing that there was a business coming to the door, Luo Fan was also extremely happy, and replied loudly: "Good."

15 yuan to put the stinky tofu in the pot. With Luo Fan's current technology, even if the stinky tofu is not cooked at the same time, it can be guaranteed that they will not affect each other. Coupled with Liu Dazhuang's assistance, Luo Fan also showed a rare skill.

Soon the old glutton's stinky tofu was ready. Luo Fan used a colander to copy out the first five yuan and put it aside. At the same time, Liu Dazhuang, who had been preparing for a long time, put the stinky tofu into a bowl with chopsticks, scooped a spoonful of soup, sprinkled it Served with chopped green onion and chili, and handed it to the glutton.

Seeing that Luo Fan actually fried different batches of stinky tofu at the same time, the old man couldn't help but lament that he was definitely fooled. After flipping, how could he tell which tofu was just made and which was made earlier.

In the mood of drawing a lottery, Lao Tao picked up a piece of stinky tofu and put it in his mouth. After all, it was something that cost money, so it should not be wasted.

It is not fried too old or not fried enough at all. The whole piece of stinky tofu is fried just right, almost perfect. It tastes very good with the soup.

Unknowingly, all five pieces of stinky tofu entered the glutton's stomach, and each piece was fried to the right level, and the situation he imagined did not appear at all.

Unexpectedly, this stinky tofu tasted so good, thinking of his skeptical attitude at the beginning, the old glutton couldn't help but blush.

The three people who came from behind were also happy when they saw Lao Tao's expression, and couldn't help shouting in their hearts: Yes, that's the expression.This expression once appeared on their own faces, and was laughed at by others for a long time.

However, since then, seeing Luo Fan's new diners showing such incredible expressions has become the greatest joy for the three of them. They never thought that they were like this at the beginning.

At this moment, a young man with yellow hair came over, pointed at Luo Fan's booth and asked the old man: "Brother, is this stinky tofu delicious?"

you still need to ask?The old glutton blurted out: "It's delicious, this one shouldn't be too delicious. Brother, I advise you not to go to that old gold. It can only be said to be edible. It depends on the boss if it is really delicious."

Huang Mao looked at Lao Tao suspiciously, he was blowing so hard, this person must be Tuo.

At this time, the three of them also opened their mouths to help Luo Fan promote: "Brother, don't hesitate, Yifan stinky tofu is absolutely not to be missed."

Seeing the four of them working hard to promote, Huang Mao became even more skeptical, and couldn't help but take a step back.

At this time, the stinky tofu for the three of them was ready, and one person was holding a bowl of stinky tofu, exuding a tempting smell.

"click" "click"

A crisp and pleasant voice came from the mouths of the three of them. Seeing the delicious food of the three of them, Huang Mao felt that his mouth started to salivate. It seems that this might really be delicious?

"Boss, give me one too."

In the end, Huang Mao couldn't help but ordered a portion, anyway, it was only ten yuan, the price of stinky tofu is usually the same, even if the taste is average, it is not bad, and what if the taste of stinky tofu is really good?
Even if you have great acting skills, Xiaoqianqian, I'm sorry, I really need a piece of stinky tofu to soothe my tearful mouth.

Luo Fan didn't know that the yellow-haired brain in front of him had made up so many things. Now he is a cold stinky tofu frying machine. Since the operation is not as good as it is, he just doesn't care. It is king to fry his own stinky tofu.

It is a good thing to have a comparison, but I am afraid that I will be the one being compared.

Lao Jin now has a deep understanding of this sentence, and a unique fragrance of stinky tofu floats over, completely suppressing the smell of Lao Jin.

"It smells so good. Where does the smell come from? It doesn't seem to be from the stinky tofu shop in front of me."

"Ah, you smelled it too? I thought it was my illusion. I was in front of the stinky tofu stall, but I could still smell the smell of stinky tofu from other stalls."

"I just went to see it. There is a Yifan stinky tofu over there, but it costs ten yuan a piece over there. I'm definitely going to buy Laojin stinky tofu for five yuan."

"I don't care what the five dollars are for, and I finally got out, so why bother yourself, then you might as well eat at home and don't come out."

"It seems to make sense, but we've already ordered stinky tofu, so we have to give up the money, so we can't let it go."

"It's all given to you. Just treat it as a punishment for not telling us to go there just now. You can just wait here. When it's fried, bring it with you. We'll go over there first and wait for you."

Lao Jin wanted to cry in an instant, but how could he be so unattractive at half the price, so you can still run over?

(End of this chapter)