Stall setting starts from Malatang

Chapter 5 5, Duck Blood in Hometown
"Today, your soup base seems to be different from the usual one. It smells much more delicious."

Lao Zhang, who was selling tea on the other side, shrugged his nose, sniffed the air a few times, and asked doubtfully.He and Lin Xiaojian's stove were so close that he could vaguely smell the aroma of the broth.

Don’t think that only white-collar workers like to drink tea. Lao Zhang sells dozens of products, with the three best-sellers being dried chrysanthemums, dried honeysuckle, and dried jasmine.There are not so many steps for working people to drink tea. All they need to do is boil water, add some dried flowers into it, and a cup of rich and healthy flower tea will come out.

"Humph!"

"The head is flooded with water. In such a hot day, it's too late to wear short sleeves, and I still eat spicy hot pot."

Next to Lao Zhang was a Shandong man who sold pancakes and fruit, and said mockingly with disdain.What he said also made sense. The temperature at noon was nearly 30 degrees. Some youths who were full of energy and blood took off their coats and jumped up and down on the road shirtless. It was too late to find a place to cool off. Who would think of eating Malatang.

But this person has always been difficult to get along with Lin Xiaojian, and I don't know why, maybe it's a mismatch.Especially at noon, Lin Xiaojian's stall was placed next to him. Both of them sell staple food, so they can be regarded as a competitive relationship, and there is no good word to say.

Ever since Lin Xiaojian came out of the factory, he has deeply felt the saying "a fellow worker is an enemy".It turns out that in the factory, although colleagues cannot be said to be close, they basically respond to requests. Only when everyone cooperates can the work flourish.

There are quite a few stalls selling staple foods in this area. In addition to Malatang and pancakes, there are also boiled noodles, fried noodles, boxed lunches, etc. There are many varieties. Everyone can't wait for other stall owners to go bankrupt the next day. I am left with my own family to take care of all the business.

"Ha ha!"

Lin Xiaojian smiled slightly. He was young, only 19 years old, but his temperament was much more stable than that of many adults, and he ignored others who made things difficult for him.With my cousin Ye Chao's fiery temper, I would probably scold him back on the spot: "Whether others eat Malatang is none of your business, it's your turn to be here with BB?"

After a while, several pancakes and fruits were opened, and the little boss was busy spreading the pancakes there, and he had no time to give advice on Lin Xiaojian's business.

"Boss, how do you sell this Malatang?"

After watching more than a dozen short videos, someone finally wandered to the front of the stall, looked left and right at the dishes Lin Xiaojian had placed, and most of the time his eyes were on the hot stove.

"1 yuan here, 2 yuan, 3 yuan, 4 yuan here..."

Seeing that a guest finally came, Lin Xiaojian quickly put down his mobile phone, raised his head abruptly, and enthusiastically pointed out to the guest.

The ingredients of Malatang are all skewered, and customers can cook it immediately after ordering. It is very convenient, and it can be regarded as a kind of fast food in theory.

Compared with boiled noodles, the advantage of Malatang is that it has rich combinations and can be matched as you like. Those who like to eat vegetables eat more vegetables, and those who like meatballs eat more meatballs, without disturbing each other.

"Oh, that's not cheap~"

The visitor muttered, glanced at the various dishes, and thought about how much a meal would cost.

"Little green vegetables, vermicelli, duck blood, fish balls, rice cakes..."

"1 yuan, 2 yuan, 2 yuan, 2 yuan... about 13 yuan!"

“It’s more expensive than a bowl of hot and sour noodles, but there are more dishes.”

Seeing customers struggling, Lin Xiaojian was not in a hurry to sell. He hated that kind of very enthusiastic boss, and he felt like buying and selling by force. He would never become such a person in his own business.

"Click here to get one!"

Not long after, the guest made up his mind, and it seemed that he was moved by the strands of fresh fragrance wafting from the pot.He picked up a plate, lifted the plastic film covering the dish, and chose according to his own taste.

Lin Xiaojian took the plate, raised the fire, broke the dishes one by one according to the cooking time and threw them into the net pocket.The guest walked to the small table and sat down, took out his mobile phone, turned on the speaker, and watched the Kuaishou short video, and roars such as "Old Iron" and "Double-click 666" came from time to time.

"OK!"

After the Mala Tang was cooked, Lin Xiaojian scooped a spoonful of all-purpose broth as a topping, poured it on top, and served it to the guests.

"Ok!"

Facing the food close at hand, the guests were indifferent at first, obviously fascinated by the short video.But then the aroma of Malatang wafted into his nose, this scent was so fragrant, it was different from all the Malatang he had tasted before, he couldn't help but put down his phone, and set his sights on this plain bowl of Malatang hot.

"His..."

Stir it with chopsticks to mix the taste evenly. He first picked up a piece of duck blood and stuffed it into his mouth while it was hot. The silky taste was no different from most duck blood. He had never tasted the mellow and rich aroma, and he felt that the taste buds on the tip of his tongue were about to explode, and he couldn't help but gasp.

The middle-aged man from Xichuan has not tasted such a mellow duck blood for a long time. In his hometown, there are many duck blood shops on the street. They only sell duck blood, and then serve it with rice. Xiang can eat three bowls.Vaguely, he tasted the taste from his childhood memory from this piece of duck blood.

"Why is it so delicious?"

He muttered to himself, suspecting that he hadn't eaten Malatang for too long, and he was hungry all morning, so he had hallucinations on his tongue.

"Ok?"

Guazi Old Liu, who was sitting by the side doing nothing, had good hearing. Hearing this guest's praise, he turned his head, looked at him strangely, and thought to himself: "How long has it been since this man has eaten? Eating a bowl of Malatang is like eating in a big hotel." Same."

Lin Xiaojian has been setting up a stall here for almost a month, and the taste of it can be seen from his business.Lao Liu is from Shandong, and he doesn't like to eat spicy and spicy food. He doesn't understand why so many people like to spend money to make a fuss.

He just saw that Lin Xiaojian dared to come out to practice stalls by himself at a young age, and he appreciated it.Today's dolls are pampered and pampered like city people. They don't know how to do farm work or study, and they don't know what they can do in the future.

"呲呲呲嗲..."

A piece of duck blood is enough to establish the quality of this bowl of Malatang. Middle-aged people don't hesitate to turn off the screen of their mobile phones and devote all their attention to enjoying this bowl of delicious food.

"Gudu."

Until the end, he picked up the bowl and drank all the soup without a sip left, which made Lin Xiaojian quite moved.

For a chef, the greatest recognition is to eat everything he cooks, leaving nothing behind.

"Hiccup..."

"what……"

The middle-aged man put down the empty bowl, belched and let out a contented sigh.

"Sweep here."

Standing up, he pointed his mobile phone at the blue QR code, and with a beep, he jumped out of the payment interface.After entering the number 13, he hesitated for a moment, and for the first time, he actually had the urge to tip the little boss.

"Forget it, eat more next time, it's the best support for him."

He quickly shook his head, putting aside this unrealistic idea, but the unparalleled satisfaction at this moment has been deeply engraved in his memory.

(End of this chapter)