Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

"Student Zhao, did you see the message I sent you?"

Guo Gaoang scratched his head, thought for a long time, and then spoke with courage.

"Saw……"

"Do you know what happened that afternoon?"

Li Donglai continued to ask.

"Got it. I checked the group messages."

"..."

Zhao Xiaojing's answer made the two of them silent for a moment, and they didn't know what to say next.

"Brother Li, classmate Guo, I am not as fragile as you think. Opening a business will inevitably lead to facing different voices. You don't have to bear the psychological burden."

Seeing that the two were silent, Zhao Xiaojing hurried to comfort them.

"Brother Li, although you were the one who started selling fried skewers again, it was my own choice and I'm the one who makes the money. And although I'm the boss, I haven't really managed the group. Instead, you've been taking the trouble to maintain it. Not only did it not end well, but you're also blaming yourself when something went wrong."

"That's not what I meant. I was the one who attracted these passersby and I created the group. It's my responsibility to maintain the group. Besides, you can make money anywhere. The fried skewers sold now are much cheaper than before. I can't take advantage of the situation and still act like a good kid."

Li Donglai felt a little embarrassed when he saw Zhao Xiaojing talking to him.

"No, without you, I can't sell the fried skewers anywhere else and have to process them myself. Besides, I have many restrictions, I have to re-fry them and pick them up at a specified time, so it's natural that they're cheaper."

"Mr. Guo, you didn't do anything wrong. No one stipulated that you can't invite strangers to the group. You took care of my business and invited people to join. It was a recognition of me. It wasn't you who cursed. You don't have to be responsible for other people's behavior."

Zhao Xiaojing's words were so reasonable that the two people who had been thinking about the apology all the way were suddenly speechless.

"But Brother Li, you are right about one thing. I really don't know how long I will keep the stall. My current job is about to change places, and I haven't decided whether to set up a stall or go to work somewhere else next."

"Ah! Mr. Zhao, these delicious fried skewers are only available for a limited time!"

Guo Gaoang shouted in disbelief. Although Li Donglai had given him a psychological shot today, he still felt devastated when he heard Zhao Xiaojing say it herself.

Li Donglai on the side moved his mouth and subconsciously wanted to persuade them, but then he thought that it was already his suggestion to set up the group to sell fried skewers, so he should not go too far.

"Haha, that's not true. I just haven't decided on the path to take yet."

"I understand, boss. Once you've made your decision, please let me know so I can stock up on more goods."

Li Donglai made his final struggle with a look of regret on his face.

The three chatted for a few more sentences, and Zhao Xiaojing gave the last portion of fried skewers on the stall cart to Li Donglai, and gave the remaining cups of milk ice to the two of them. With the two of them looking surprised, she rode away on the stall cart.

As the evening breeze blew along the way, Zhao Xiaojing fell into deep thought.

Her words of comfort to them were indeed sincere, but what happened today also served as a warning to her.

There are more and more people in the group, and they are no longer all her old customers when she set up the stall.

Although setting up the stall this time was an accident, after all, she was the one who opened the door to do business and make money, and even old customers were not obligated to accept her series of restrictions.

Working on a construction site like now and selling semi-finished fried skewers after get off work has its limits.

The current order volume is close to the limit and there is no room for further increase. She has to work and make fried skewers at the same time, so it is impossible for her to go without eating, drinking or sleeping.

What's more, the construction site is about to expire, and she should think carefully about which path to take in the future...

On the other side, Guo Gaoang, who had just returned home, couldn't wait to open the box of milk ice cream.

I scooped a spoonful into my mouth with great anticipation.

Then he held up the spoon, stared at the milk ice for a long time, took a quick photo, and ate it carefully bite by bite.

He has been a store exploration blogger for the past few years and has tried all kinds of dessert shops, big and small, but he has never had a smoothie like the one made by Zhao Xiaojing, which made him feel treated with care from the bottom of his heart.

The shaved ice has melted a little, but you can still taste the original sweet flavor of milk, instead of the same old creamer blend.

A thick layer of mung beans is added on top of the shaved ice, which has been cooked until it blooms. It is smooth and crunchy when you put it in your mouth, and it is chilled, which makes the taste even more amazing.

It reminded him of the first bite of mung bean popsicle he ate as a child. He was so curious and cautious, and then was so surprised by the slight sweetness that he was speechless.

Food that heals the heart, Guo Gaoang thought of this sentence again.

I was suddenly inspired and updated a long article with a picture of milk smoothie on my Moments and blog account late at night.

The next day, when Guo Gaoang woke up, he found that his WeChat was in a state of excitement. Even the long-dormant "Sanzhong Calabash Brothers Group" had popped up.

"@郭昂高, Mr. Guo, is this mung bean ice really that delicious? It looks ordinary. My girlfriend just went back to Yangcheng. She loves this. If it's really delicious, can you give me the address of the store? I'll order her one."

"Wang Lingling? Haven't you changed yet?"

"Yes, it's still her."

"My goodness, it's been almost ten years, right? Mr. Cheng is really amazing."

"Oh my god, how did Mr. Cheng talk about this for ten years? It's not like the left hand touching the right hand???"

"Haha, maybe I'm used to it."

“Blessings and blessings!”

There was a brief chat in the group early in the morning, and when Guo Gaoang saw it, several hours had passed.

Guo Gaoang and six boys in the group were high school classmates. They spent all day together and had a very good relationship during school, so they set up the group after graduation.

At first the group was quite lively, with people chatting all day long. Later, after I started working, I gradually developed a new circle and work environment, and the topics were no longer the same. No one has been chatting for a long time.

The first person to speak was Cheng Zishuai. His girlfriend was also in the same class as them, and the two of them had been talking since high school.

"Wang Lingling is back? I just woke up and saw the message. There is no store for this, and it is not sold separately. Strictly speaking, it is a gift, so it should not be available for takeout."

Guo Gaoang replied quickly.

"Boss Gao, aren't you taking a commercial job? Seeing your long speech and your endless stream of dirty talk, I thought you took a big advertising job."

"She's right. Mr. Guo, this is not a commercial product, which proves that it is really delicious! What can you buy that will give you such a gift that will make you praise it? I want to buy it even more!"

"Amazing! What made Mr. Guo write an essay late at night was not a business but a gift!"

After Guo Gaoang replied, the group seemed to be awakened and everyone came out to talk.

"It's a free gift when you buy fried skewers. I don't know if it will continue to be given away. They said it was specially made for everyone during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"The free gift for fried skewers is so good? Where can I buy fried skewers? Are they delicious? I'll give you this ice cream for free if you buy a certain amount. I can even ask someone to run errands for you."

Cheng Zishuai's purchasing desire was aroused.

"Uh... this fried skewers is really delicious, it's almost the kind of food you will definitely fall in love with once you try it. But the business model is quite special, it's all bought by a group of regular customers, because they are semi-finished products when they are bought back, they have to be fried again when they get home, and the time to pick up the fried skewers is fixed, they can only be picked up at a designated place between 8:20-8:40 in the evening..."

Guo Gaoang suffered a loss by directly inviting people into the group. Now he is cautious when recommending fried skewers and takes the initiative to state the restrictions first.

"???"

"??????"

"Mr. Guo, where did you buy such outrageous fried skewers?"

"Mr. Guo, are you spending so much money on exploring stores now? You can even find out this!"

"I think it's outrageous too...Is it really not a tax on IQ?"

“It’s not really outrageous, because it’s really really delicious. It’s the only food I want to strongly recommend after visiting restaurants for so many years.

Once you try it, you will know that limitations are nothing compared to the inimitable taste. "

Guo Gaoang tried hard to explain.

"That's amazing! It seems that Yangcheng is home to many hidden talents."

"Now that you've convinced me, I'm curious too. I'll try it next time I get home."

“Is this the kind of thing that people talk about in the video account now: [A fried skewers stall hidden in an alley, run by an old lady for 20 years, with countless people lining up every day, and all the people who come to buy are regular customers]?”

Guo Gaoang was drinking water when he saw the news and almost burst out laughing. What did everyone go through? The title just came to his mind.

"No, we all know this boss. He is our classmate."