Food Intelligence King

Chapter 20 Meat Buns~ Freshly Steamed~ Made to order~
As the evening rush hour approaches, the city's hustle and bustle rises like water bubbling in a steamer. Chen Zhou's business also enters its busiest time of the day.

"Boss, three steamed buns. Look, the payment has been made."

"Do you have any more cucumbers, chef? I'll just pick some up myself."

"7.5 yuan has been deposited into my account at Haibin Rural Commercial Bank."

"The vinegar is free?"

A cacophony of noises surrounded the food cart from all directions.

The stall owner stood in the middle, calmly handling the situation.

While selling the two batches of steamed buns and waiting for the next batch to steam, Chen Zhou's hands didn't stop. He continued preparing new buns and setting them aside to rise.

I don't know when it started, but there was a figure helping to hold the bags around me, and a voice answering customers' questions.

Their teamwork was so seamless that Chen Zhou didn't realize his wife was beside him until he had some free time.

Why are you out so early today?

Lin Yifan replied, "You're one to talk. When I came back from get off work, there was a really long line at your steamed bun stand."

I was so busy I didn't even notice you.

As Chen Zhou was talking to his wife, he suddenly felt that something was missing beside him:
"Where's Tao Tao?!"

Ms. Lin calmly pointed to the security booth not far away, "They're enjoying the air conditioning inside."

Chen Zhou looked over and indeed saw his daughter.

The little girl knows how to find a good spot.

Judging from those two little braids bobbing up and down, they seem to be having quite a bit of fun with security guard Xiao Liu.

Chen Zhou said to his wife:

"Let's call Tao Tao over, we're about to pack up and go."

"Ah."

Chen Zhou had a good day; after a well-planned stall setup, his sales exceeded 700. He also accumulated nearly 100 positive review points.

Right now, there are still a few steamed buns left in the steamer that haven't been sold.

He didn't plan to wait any longer.

This is a good opportunity to fix the signboard.

Considering that the elderly Mr. Yu mentioned in the "Diner's Talk" is an old man and may have poor eyesight, Chen Zhou changed to a larger signboard.

If you rewrite the text at this point, it will still be large characters that can be seen from fifty meters away.

As for the small loudspeaker that arrived in the afternoon, he charged it up and prepared to say a few words on the spot.

Chen Zhou pressed the record button and organized his thoughts:
"Meat buns, freshly steamed meat buns, handmade fresh meat buns."

But after several attempts, Chen Zhou was not satisfied.

Selling goods is an art. It's different from ordinary speech or reading aloud. Finding the right balance is quite difficult.

At this moment, Ms. Lin arrived with her daughter.

When Chen Taotao saw the small megaphone in Chen Zhou's hand, a hint of excitement appeared in her eyes.

She pointed her little finger at the loudspeaker and said:

"Teacher Li also has one, but she never lets us play with it."

For a long time to come, kindergarten teachers and primary school teachers may have more influence than parents themselves.

Chen Zhou also came from that time.

"Your teacher Li is so stingy," Chen Zhou laughed. "Come on, Dad will let you have your fill."

“You call out to your dad, ‘Meat buns, freshly steamed meat buns, homemade.’”

Chen Taotao imitated her father and shouted:
"Meat buns, freshly steamed meat buns, made by Dad."

After listening, Chen Zhou and Ms. Lin smiled at each other.

Lin Yifan took the megaphone and said to her daughter, "You have to read it as 'I wrapped it myself'."

Chen Taotao shook her little head from side to side, clearly having her own idea: "Mom, that's how I pronounce it!"

Okay, okay, Tao Tao's words make sense. And so, the family of three took turns calling out their wares in front of the food cart. "I made these myself," "My husband made these," "My dad made these."

After some practice, my wording and language became more refined.

When it was Chen Taotao's turn again.

The little girl shouted:
"Meat buns~ Freshly steamed~ Made to order~"

I must say, my daughter's babyish voice actually sounds quite authentic when she calls out to customers.

Accompanying your child as they grow and discovering their extraordinary talents is the most gratifying thing for parents.

Chen Zhou looked proudly at his daughter and couldn't help but praise her:

"Innate Stall-Setting Sacred Body".

"She truly is my daughter."

The next day.

Chen Zhou continued his small stall business, saving money and accumulating positive reviews.

It just so happened that Comrade Wang Meng came over to satisfy his craving.

"It feels like ages since I last saw you," Wang Meng said to the steamed bun.

Chen Zhou joked with him:
"I didn't realize that Captain Wang is such a sentimental person."

"You flatter me, Master Chen." Wang Meng scanned the QR code to pay, and after picking up his phone, he noticed that there were also condiments of balsamic vinegar and chili oil next to him, so he asked:

"How much is another box of chili oil?"

"It's a free gift; every customer gets the same one."

Wang Meng put his phone away again. "Master Chen is quite generous in business."

Chen Zhou laughed and said, "Getting something for free makes me happy."

"Wait a minute, isn't this basically like being taken advantage of for free?" Wang Meng was a little confused by his thought process.

Chen Zhou handed him a small bag of vinegar: "Look, it's a sponsorship from Tianli Vinegar Factory for small vendors. I didn't spend a penny, and I got two big boxes."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Wang Meng took out his phone, scrolled to a post he had made on WeChat Moments, and then pretended to suddenly realize something: "I was wondering why it looked so familiar, so it was from you!"

"What are you saying, Captain Wang?"

Don't you look at my WeChat Moments?

"You post eight 'Haibin News' and 'CCTV News' updates a day, who's going to click on them?"

"Here you go," Wang Meng said helplessly, handing the article on his phone to Chen Zhou.
"Is this you?"

Article Title——

A Century-Old Vinegar Factory Helps Small and Micro Businesses

Most of the accompanying pictures are related to Tianli Vinegar Factory. In the middle picture, the camera focuses on a small bag of vinegar, and the author's profile is faintly visible on it.

Chen Zhou nodded after reading it:
"That really is me."

Wang Meng looked around the steamed bun stall and said, "You're doing well; selling steamed buns has even made the news."

“They didn’t say they bought the buns from me. Besides,” Chen Zhou pointed to the mask on his chin that was meant to protect against sweat and droplets, “I’m wearing a face shield right now, so most people wouldn’t be able to tell who I am.”

Wang Meng patted his chest:
"Don't worry, once you've filmed the video with me, I guarantee I'll promote it for you."

Chen Zhou: "Captain Wang is starting to make empty promises to me."

"Hey, let's get down to business," Wang Meng said seriously, starting to talk to Chen Zhou about tomorrow's plans.

"Originally, when the boss assigned me this short video, I was just going to throw something together and call it a day. But after coming here to buy steamed buns a few times, I've discovered it's a real gem of a stall. It would be a shame not to make good use of it."

"Since I'm going to make this film, I intend to do it well and produce something decent."

Chen Zhou and he shared the same view on this point.

That's what I thought when I first started making steamed buns—

Either don't do it at all, or if you're going to do it, do it well.

"Okay, it's settled then. We'll meet at the entrance of the market tomorrow morning," Wang Meng said, waving his hand.

(End of this chapter)