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

Chapter 124: Yin Yang, 1 output

"Fuck you, Liu! Why are you so arrogant? Am I the one who wants to block the road? If you didn't instigate me, would I be able to block the road? Explain clearly today, who wants to block the road!"

The fried rice lady saw that everyone was coming to persuade her and was about to move to another place, but she suddenly heard the cold noodle stall owner shirking his responsibility. She ran to the cold noodle stall in a panic, pointed at the stall owner's nose and started cursing.

"What does it have to do with me? You wanted to stop it yourself. What do you mean I instigated you? Do you have any evidence? I was kind enough to help you, but you blame me!"

The cold noodle stall owner's face turned red, he looked around with averted eyes, and began to stutter when he spoke.

The fried rice stall owner's face turned pale and he was breathing rapidly. After hearing this, he went straight up and grabbed the cold noodle stall owner.

Zhao Xiaojing was watching the show indifferently. When she saw the fried rice lady quarreling again, she hurriedly pulled her stall cart towards the fried rice stall to prevent them from fighting and affecting her pork trotter rice.

The vendors around who reacted quickly stepped forward and grabbed the fried rice lady.

"Alright, alright! What are you all doing setting up stalls here?"

"Calm down, calm down, and stop talking. The students are watching us. Are you really not going to do business anymore?"

"Business is already bad, if you keep making trouble, none of us will survive!" the pancake seller said impatiently, glancing at Zhao Xiaojing intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yeah! Move away quickly. We can't live like this because of the crowds. Other people blocking here won't affect our business. What about you?" The owner of the cold noodles stall next to him also started to make sarcastic remarks.

After hearing this, several vendors began to feel unhappy and looked at Zhao Xiaojing coldly.

"If your business is not doing well, then improve it. If you can't survive, then think about what you did wrong! Think about why students would rather buy meals that are several times more expensive than your cheap snacks, instead of complaining about people who do better than you!"

Zhao Xiaojing said aggressively while facing the gazes of several people.

"Did I block the road? Didn't you all just watch the show when you saw her blocking it? Why can she block me but I can't, and she starts to be sarcastic when I do? Who are you telling this to? It's the students' business to decide where they want to eat. If your food is delicious, affordable, cheap and hygienic, even if it's only one of the above, your business wouldn't be as bad as it is now! If you can't do well, you should learn from it. Seeing people who are better than you will only make you jealous and you will never be able to do business well!"

Zhao Xiaojing spoke in a stern and powerful voice. She saw the malice of these people, but she refused to admit that the reason for the poor business was because of her.

Her meal costs 30 yuan, twice as much as the most expensive meal they sell, not to mention other snacks that can fill you up for only five or six yuan. Even if the taste is not as good as hers, as long as it tastes a little better, the price can maintain the business.

She asked Lu Hongwen, and Lu Hongwen said that before she came, the business of the snack stand at the side door was just so-so. Although it was busy, most students came to buy fruit.

Most students would rather walk a few steps to the snack street to eat, because this area is close, the stalls are cheap, the taste is not very good, and it is generally not tasty.

Therefore, when she suddenly appeared and her dish tasted so good, students came one after another to grab it. The 300 or so servings of pork trotter rice every day were always sold out very quickly. The business of other restaurants, even those that originally came to eat with students just to get by, also plummeted.

They are jealous because they themselves are not competitive enough and have no selling points, so they can't stand anyone who breaks their average.

"Okay! Well said, sister!"

"Sister is so cool!"

clap clap clap!

clap clap clap!

As soon as he finished speaking, some students on the opposite side started to make a noise and applauded. Zhao Xiaojing looked up and saw that it was the students from Lu Hongwen's dormitory who had come to eat the pig's trotter rice on the first day.

He joined in the cheers, and the students around him also applauded. Some people were recording the video, and it was unknown how long it took.

Zhao Xiaojing's social phobia suddenly erupted, and she returned to the state she was in when she was selling fried skewers, feeling helpless and embarrassed.

A group of vendors glared at her angrily with red eyes. They were about to curse back, but they shut up when they saw the students starting to make a noise.

A few people helped the fried rice boss move his stall dejectedly, and Zhao Xiaojing was able to push the stall cart in smoothly and start setting up the stall.

"Sister, two servings of pork trotter rice! You were so cool today, we recorded a video for you and sent it to the group!"

Lu Hongwen's two roommates were also very outgoing and were the first to come over and place an order.

"Boss, come on, pork trotter rice! Thumbs up for you!"

"Boss, give me two too! Boss, you are such a great talker!"

"The boss is so powerful, and the food he cooks is the best!"

Before Zhao Xiaojing could answer him, another group of students came over, placing orders and praising loudly.

"I'm going to treat you two to pig's trotter rice. Can you do me a favor and create a group so that students who want to buy pig's trotter rice can scan the code and join the group?"

Seeing that there was already a long line of students and she had no time to spare, Zhao Xiaojing spoke to Lu Hongwen's two roommates.

"Okay sister!"

"Sure sis!"

The two people readily agreed, took out their mobile phones and started to create a group, then walked along the line from the front to the back, holding the QR code one by one to promote it, and everyone scanned the code and joined the group.

Zhao Xiaojing looked up and then got back to work with peace of mind.

She started thinking about creating a group after she saw the bad behavior of this group of people. She originally thought it was troublesome and had no plans to run advertisements or activities like Lu Hongwen, let alone notify of new products, so she had no intention of creating one.

But now the overall environment here makes people feel that setting up a stall here is too energy-consuming. First, the customer base is single, and business is not good when students come for winter and summer vacations. Second, there are only a dozen small stalls here, and the stalls are playing tricks on each other. Everyone is difficult to get along with. On Zhao Xiaojing's first day here, she heard them targeting each other and cursing at each other. It's just hard-earned money, not a big business. If you have to deal with such a group of people every day and spend energy to deal with these disgusting things, the time and manpower costs are too worthless.

This not only affects her mood, but also Su Yuchen's mood. Moreover, if Su Yuchen is bullied by this group of people one day, that would be unbearable for her.

So Zhao Xiaojing simply established a group first to secure customers. Then she would observe for a while and if it didn't work, she would look for other places, change the environment, open a store directly or do online ordering.

At half past six, Zhao Xiaojing sold all of today's pork trotter rice, packed up her stall, and prepared to leave amid the jealous and relieved gazes of the vendors.

As soon as I rode out of the winding road through the side door, I heard the girl's voice behind me.

Zhao Xiaojing looked back and found that it was the aunt who ran a fruit shop. She met her when she was looking at shops on the street, and she was the one who brought her here to see the stall.

"Auntie, what's wrong?" Zhao Xiaojing stopped the car and asked.