"Speaking of this handsome man Li Shaoxuan, ever since he rescued the weak girl last time, he has felt that someone is following him. He suspected that it was his enemy, and thought it would be better to end the matter as soon as possible. With that thought in mind, he turned over and climbed onto a two-meter-high tree beside the road..."
In the classroom, Mr. Meng was talking excitedly. This "Children of Jianghu" is the most popular book nowadays. Although he has talked about it two or three times, there are still many guests who come to support him when he starts again. When they hear the wonderful parts, these guests will cheer loudly or put a few copper coins in the tray to express their excitement.
But today, many people sitting in the lobby were distracted. Although their ears were still listening, their minds had already wandered away following a strange fragrance that drifted in from somewhere.
Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore. He waved over the waiter and asked, "Is this smell coming from your building?"
The second brother shook his head and said, "Sir, this is not the smell of our building."
"How strange! Where does this smell come from? I've never smelled it before." The guest sniffed again to make sure he had never smelled this smell before.
"If you want to know, why don't I go out and ask around?" The person asking the question was an old customer. He would come and sit for the entire afternoon, so naturally the waiter would be more attentive in serving him.
The customer was very satisfied and said, "Thank you for your help, brother. If you can find the source, please buy some for me."
The waiter replied, "Yes," and then walked out of the teahouse, following the scent to find its source. The source was easy to find, just across from their teahouse, and there were many people gathered in front of the stall that emitted the scent, which looked very conspicuous.
"Is that you?" The waiter squeezed in and recognized Jiang Miao at a glance. This was the guest who had tea in their teahouse a few days ago. The reason why he remembered it so clearly was that there were very few people dressed like this who came to the teahouse to drink tea. Even if there were, their expressions were restrained and not so generous.
"Little Er brother has a good memory. Do you still remember me?" Jiang Miao smiled at him, holding a spatula in his hand to quickly flip the buns in the pot.
Maybe it was because the fire was too strong, the golden skin of the buns was sizzling with oil, and the aroma was more prominent under the stimulation of the hot oil, making people drool. Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Miao poured some starch water into the pot, quickly covered the pot and waited.
The waiter swallowed and said, "Of course I remember, but I didn't expect you were a businessman. How much do you sell these buns for? There are customers in the teahouse who want some, so I came out to buy some."
"These buns are fried with the best rapeseed oil, and they cost three cents each." Jiang Miao didn't even blink and directly identified the oil he ate as the best rapeseed oil.
"Three cents each is not expensive. Take two first and I'll give them to the guests to try." The waiter took out six cents and handed them to Jiang Miao.
Jiang Miao immediately felt the gap between the rich and the poor. They were only two streets apart, but the meat soup dumplings at Yifeng Street were five cents for two and that was considered expensive, while the vegetarian dumplings here at three cents each were not expensive even for the waiter.
In fact, Jiang Miao misunderstood. When the waiter said it was not expensive, he thought it was not expensive compared to the dim sum in the building. You should know that the cheapest mung bean cake Jiang Miao ordered that day cost 20 coins for a stack, and there were only four pieces in it.
Jiang Miao took the money and threw it into the drawer, then opened the lid of the pot. The slurry that had been poured on the buns had already stuck to the bottom of the buns, turning into thin, crispy rice crusts. When he shoveled it with a spatula, it made a crackling sound, and one could imagine how it would feel when eaten. Jiang Miao packed the buns that the other customers wanted first and sent them over, then shoveled out two more, put them in an oil-paper bag, and handed them to the waiter.
The waiter took the buns and trotted back to the teahouse. The customer seemed to be getting impatient and kept looking outside.
"Sir, I bought this fried bun for you. Can you smell it and see if it smells like this?"
"Exactly! How much is this?" The customer took the fried bun and sniffed it. Maybe because the waiter ran fast, the oil on the bun was still dancing, which looked very tempting. He saw that the waiter only took back two, and thought that this thing must be expensive.
"Three cents each," said the waiter, "and they are fried with the best rapeseed oil." He added.
"So cheap?" The customer blew it, and took a bite without caring about the heat. The skin was crispy and delicious, while the inside was juicy, and the unique taste of frying in oil mixed together to form a wonderful taste.
"Buy me two more! No, three!" He swallowed what he had in his mouth and ordered hurriedly.
Someone nearby had already noticed this and said, "Little Second Brother, give me two too!"
"I want two too!"
They were all guests, so they could not be treated differently. The waiter nodded and agreed quickly, and secretly remembered who was talking. But he answered quickly, but his feet seemed to be rooted, and he didn't move. He came here to work, and he only had ten cents on him, so how could he pay for so many people
The first customer reacted immediately and took out a copper coin and handed it over: "Waiter, here is fifteen cents, please keep it." When the others saw it, they also took out their money and handed it over.
The waiter took it and hurried outside. After a while, he came up with a tray full of fried buns bought downstairs. The teahouse was immediately filled with fragrance, and even some people who didn't want it paid for the waiter to run a trip.
After selling the last pot, Jiang Miao took out an oil-paper bag from the bottom and handed it to the waiter: "You have been running around for a long time. Let's find a place to taste it later."
The panting waiter was stunned and hurriedly thanked him. It was common to run errands for customers in a teahouse, and he didn't expect to have an unexpected gain, so he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.
"Why has business been so bad these days?"
One day, when the head of the teahouse was checking the accounts, he suddenly felt something strange. The business was good before, but why did it decrease in the past few days? However, the number of customers in the teahouse did not decrease. Could it be that someone was embezzling money
The head shopkeeper frowned and immediately opened the account books of the past few days to carefully check them, hoping to find clues. After looking for a long time, he did not find the person who embezzled money, but he did find the problem of poor business.
The teahouse has had quite a few customers these days, and a lot of good and coarse tea has been sold, but the snacks that used to sell well have been sold less these days. If the snacks don't sell well, the money will naturally go down.
This won’t do!
The head shopkeeper thought of the smell that had filled the teahouse in the past few days, and thought that it must be this smell that had caused his snacks to not sell well. He called the manager and asked him to tell the waiters in the building not to buy the fried buns for the customers anymore.
So on this day, when a customer made a request, the waiter in the building showed an embarrassed expression: "Sir, I am really sorry, our manager said that you are not allowed to leave the teahouse until the work is over."
Some guests just frowned and said nothing more, while others got angry immediately.
"Call your manager over here and let me ask what's going on. We've paid to sit here, can't we ask someone to run errands for us? We're not asked to run around the city, can't we just walk around downstairs?" It would have been fine if there wasn't such a rule before, but it was suddenly cancelled after it was in place. Who wouldn't feel upset? Did they look down on him
The steward came over in a hurry and said immediately after hearing this: "Sir, you are wrongly accusing me. Where did I say that they were not allowed to leave the teahouse? I think this kid is lazy and unwilling to move, so he said it was the rule of the teahouse!"
After saying that, he stared at the waiter fiercely and said, "You kid, just do whatever the guest asks you to do! Hurry up and go!"
"Yes." The second brother responded and ran downstairs quickly.
"Brother Jiang, I want two fried buns."
"Okay," Jiang Miao picked up the spatula and scooped up two fried buns. He asked curiously, "Brother Sun, aren't my fried buns delicious today? Why don't the customers in the teahouse like them anymore?"
This is too much of a love of the new and dislike of the old! Jiang Miao thought, why not go to the theater later to set up? Although it can be sold here, but without the big customers of the teahouse, the speed is much slower.
Brother Sun hesitated for a moment, then looked around and whispered, "Brother Jiang, you'd better go sell somewhere else these days. Our manager said today that we are not allowed to come here to buy fried buns for customers anymore."
Is he being targeted? Jiang Miao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had only been doing this business for a few days. "You're not allowed to buy from me? Then can I deliver it myself?"
"I'm afraid not, unless the customers come to buy it themselves. I heard that they are afraid of affecting the business in the building."
"That's impossible? You sell sweet food while I sell salty food. Shouldn't people who want to order still order?" So can everyone's teahouse business be affected by him
"Not everyone likes sweet food. Your fried buns taste good and are especially fragrant. The customers love them very much. Some of them even eat them every day and have blisters in their mouths, but they still ask me to buy them for them." Brother Sun said, and he looked so painful.
Jiang Miao felt guilty. Eating this thing every day would make one get angry. Maybe it was because there weren't many fried foods on the market nowadays, and it was hard to buy something good, so he would eat it every day if he could find it. However, if he drank some herbal tea after eating, it would also help to reduce the heat in his body.
After Brother Sun took the fried buns upstairs, he came down a few more times and bought a lot of them, but they still didn’t sell as fast as before.
Jiang Miao thought about it, pushed the cart while walking and shouting, and stopped to sell a few to people who came to buy. By the time he arrived in front of Xiao Shitou's private school, he had finally sold all the goods.
Xiao Shitou said goodbye to the teacher and ran out to help Jiang Miao push the cart.
"Brother, my classmates all said that the fried buns you gave them were delicious!" Jiang Miao gave one to each of them after school yesterday, and they all ate it with gusto. As soon as he came to school today, he went to Xiao Shitou to tell him about it.
"Then send them a few more tomorrow." A few buns don't cost much, so it's okay to treat them twice occasionally. They will think more of Xiao Shitou in the future.
Little Stone shook his head: "It can only be given once. It can't be given again next time. They have to buy it with their own money. They have money! I asked them and they all said they wanted to eat more."
Jiang Miao smiled: "You are quite smart, okay, let them pay for it next time." Children do prefer fried food, otherwise Old Ken and Old Mac in later generations would not be so popular.
Oh, why didn't he think of that? Instead of setting up the products under the teahouse, it would be faster to sell them near the academies!
(End of this chapter)