"There aren't enough ingredients. Don't line up at the back. At most, you can make ten more rice balls and there won't be any left!”
Qin Xian looked at the long line and had no choice but to shout at the back.
With his shout, the teams behind him began to wail and howl.
"Ah! I finally got out of bed in the middle of the night to line up, but the rice balls are almost gone!”
A woman stood in the line and burst into tears, not caring about her image at all.
The people in the queue were shocked.
Qin Xian was frightened when he heard this wail.
It wasn't possible for her to cry so much in the middle of the night just for food.
"Don't cry. At most, I'll give you one.”
A boy standing in front couldn't help but shout at the back.
In the end, he saw this girl running over in her pajamas.
Tears were still welling up in her eyes.
This made the little brother who was shouting feel embarrassed.
Therefore, the remaining women who saw this learned how to do it. They ran to the young men in front of them who had hopes of buying rice balls and pretended to cry.
After all, there were only a few people who could be shameless for a bite.
The remaining people knew that there was no hope and left.
This move was really useful.
The last ten rice balls were distributed to each of them.
Today's stall had come to a successful end.
Qin Xian rushed into the dormitory at the last few minutes. Facing the sleepy eyes of the dormitory auntie that wanted to kill, he could only ignore it and quickly run back to the dormitory.
If he persisted for a while longer, the Chef King Competition would end in August. He would be able to own his own shop by September at the latest!
The business of Qin Xian's food stall was booming, and the roadside stalls in the night market saw a business opportunity.
Everyone saw what Qin Xian sold every day.
Moreover, the food he sold was different every day, which made it impossible for his competitors to imitate him.
However, there were still many business geniuses.
In just one night, the stalls near Qin Xian's night market had more people buying noodles with scallion oil, cold noodles, omelet rice, and so on.
As long as it was food sold by Qin Xian, the same type could be found at the stalls in the night market.
It was simply too much.
The prices were not expensive. A serving of plain cold noodles was six or seven yuan. There were also various flavors, such as shredded chicken and sesame sauce cold noodles.
These people could imitate the type of food, but they could not imitate the taste.
As long as the customers tasted it, they would be able to tell the difference.
However, it was more or less because Qin Xian's popularity could bring business.
Qin Xian set up his stall the next day. When he went over, he saw these newly opened stalls.
He was straightforward.
These people were really unscrupulous.
He couldn't just copy the food he sold and open a new stall.
What a group of smart little ghosts.
Qin Xian wasn't too angry. This kind of thing was unavoidable in business.
The food he sold every day would not be the same, and there was no conflict with the surrounding business.
It did not affect his business at all.
The surrounding bosses were originally worried that Qin Xian would be angry and cause a ruckus. When the time came, everyone would apologize and give some compensation to see if the matter could pass.
After all, they were the ones who had done it wrongly.
However, when he saw Qin Xian coming over and seeing the new stall, he did not have any reaction at all, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Everyone couldn't figure out what Qin Xian meant. They all pretended to look at Qin Xian casually to see if there was any change in his expression.
"Boss, boss, what are we eating today?”
The customers who had come to line up early saw Qin Xian as if he was their family member. They went forward to greet him excitedly.
"Fish ball soup today."
As Qin Xian spoke, he took two large buckets from the tricycle and placed them on the ground.
Then, he took out a clay pot and placed it on the stove. He also moved a basket of vegetables down.
He had been busy for the entire afternoon and had only made two large buckets of fish balls. There were nearly 1000 fish balls.
He had started killing fish after lunch and hung them in fish paste.
This was not a simple task. First, he had to use the back of the knife to scrape the fresh fish meat into fish paste. Then, he seasoned it and started to beat the fish balls.
While adding the soup stock into the fish paste, he stirred the fish paste with his chopsticks. The strength and technique used were very important.
Qin Xian had been cooking non-stop for the entire afternoon before he had two large buckets of fish balls for dinner.
"Special offer today: Fish Ball Soup-30 yuan.”
If it were him, charging 30 yuan for this fish ball soup was too little. Although the ingredients used were ordinary, the recipe was a high-quality one.
Fish Ball's complexity was totally worth the price.
"Boss, two servings of fish ball soup!"
Needless to say, the customer who could rank first was a regular customer of the food stall.
Otherwise, who would have come to line up more than an hour earlier!
The old regulars were very clear about Qin Xian's craftsmanship. No matter what the boss sold, one serving was definitely not enough!
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