Food: I Inherited a Food Street
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"What? Five yuan a cup?"

"That's right, and it's personally produced by Boss Su! I'll charge first, brothers!"

"Sob, sob, the dew of the willow branches is simply my life! I'm coming!"

"F * ck, the shop owner is so considerate.”

Just now, this group of customers was still queuing up in front of the man's stall.

He looked unwilling.

When she heard that Su Chen had opened his third shop, a dessert shop!

Their eyes lit up as they ran.

It was as if a ghost was chasing after him.

In the blink of an eye, the man's originally crowded stall was empty.

"I…don't go!"

The man's expression changed when he saw this. He never dreamed that Su Chen would open three stores in three days. What kind of speed was this?

A shop opened on a rocket?

Passion fruit juice was five yuan a cup.

How much was the 25 yuan drink he made?

Wouldn't he be squeezed to death?

"Reduce the price. The lemonade and sour plum soup are all reduced in price.”

How could he care about his face now?

What's the use of having face when the inside is gone?

The man grabbed the fat man who had not paid in the end and said with a red face and a ferocious expression,

"I'll give you ten yuan a cup…no, eight yuan a cup!”

"…" Fatty said," I'm only five…"

"Then I'll buy it for five yuan a cup too.”

The man gritted his teeth fiercely, his cheeks aching and sore.

He suspected that Su Chen did it on purpose.

However, he had just opened his stall. It was unlikely that Su Chen would know that he was bringing his wife to sell drinks today!

In short, it could only be described as sullen.

She was so light as if she had not done anything.

No matter what he did, he would be sullen to death!

"Boss."

Fatty wanted to leave, but he was held back by the man. He could only sigh helplessly and tell the truth.

"Actually, it's not a matter of eight yuan or five yuan.”

"Even if you don't want money, we're here to eat something delicious.”

"The millet porridge cooked in the canteen is free! It was so clear that it could be used as a mirror, so few people were willing to drink it.”

"If I buy it for a girl, I'll definitely give her a good drink.”

"It's useless for you to drag me along. Who hasn't drunk the mixed sour plum soup cream before? It's indeed terrible.”

With that, Fatty took off his coat and shook it in his hand.

The man's hand that was holding onto his clothes was flung away.

Fatty ran to the third dessert shop as if he was rubbing oil on his feet.

As he ran, he muttered,

"F * ck, I could have gotten into the top ten, but now that I'm wasting my time like this, I have to wait for 20 to 30 minutes!”

In the blink of an eye.

Su Chen opened his third shop.

They were surrounded!

“……”

A fallen leaf spun.

It floated down from the heads of the two people who were setting up the stall.

Both the man and the woman had ugly expressions on their faces.

No one spoke.

After a while, the man said,"I told you to buy a more expensive blending cream."

The woman immediately screamed," Just give me fifteen yuan!”

The man stood up and slapped her.

"Trash, can't you think of a way if you don't have money?”

"Li Daqiang, I've been blind for half my life following you--"

The two of them blushed and were about to fight.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Suddenly, a hand was placed on the man's shoulder.

He slapped it twice with great force.

A questioning voice came from behind them.

"What happened? Who allowed you two to set up a stall here?"

“……”

The man and woman stopped fighting.

He turned his head stiffly.

He saw a few people standing behind him.

He was wearing a dull green uniform of a market supervisor.

She looked at them expressionlessly.

"We…"

The man was stunned. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He tried his best to move his lips, trying to find an excuse.

"Isn't there a fixed location for setting up a stall?”

The leader looked about forty years old and looked very steady. He nodded at the two of them and said,

"The street on the west side of South Lake allows stalls to be set up.”

"Alright, let's go now.”

The man quivered and quickly nodded. He began to clean up the stall.

The group turned around and wanted to leave, but they suddenly stopped.

"You look a little unfamiliar. I've never seen the two of you before.”

"Do you have a mobile stall business license?”

"Have you applied for a health certificate?"

"Run!"

The man shouted and wanted to run!

"Don't run!"

This group of people was so angry that they laughed.

"I'll let you two take care of the stall first. Pay the fine later. It's 500 yuan.”

"When you get your license, you can set up a stall on the west street!”

The stall was taken away!

He even had to pay a fine!

The two of them were dumbfounded. How could they care about fighting? He smiled and began to plead for mercy.

"It's useless to plead for mercy."

The man in the lead said,

"According to the rules, the fine is between 500 and 3,000. Since it's your first time, I'll just fine you 500 yuan.”

"We'll take care of the stall for you first. After you get the certificate, you can go to the city management office to pay the fine and take the stall.”

The man watched helplessly as the brand-new stall items he had just bought were confiscated.

She was embarrassed and angry, her eyes red.

The rage of Incompetent Rage rushed straight into his mind. The last bit of rationality was burned away!

He pointed at Su Chen's shop and shouted at the leader,"

"This guy opened three stores in three days. He definitely didn't get a license!”

"Punish us, we admit defeat, but you can't treat us differently, right?”

"Why can he open a shop without any problems?”

"Are you going to confiscate his things too?”

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