Being scolded as an oil bottle, Fubao was spoiled by five uncles

Chapter 109
Xu Shan asked: "Qianqian! What is the secret recipe handed down from the ancestors? There is no secret recipe in our ancestors."

Jiang Qian: "I know there is no secret recipe, this is a gimmick for shopping, understand."

Xu Shan nodded half-understood, he didn't expect to have so many famous names in setting up a stall.

On the first day, all the pork heads were sold out at the stall, and Qianqian was so good at attracting business, Xu Shan would definitely sell them in increments, so he went to the food station and bought six big pig heads.

Jiang Qian saw that her pig's head still couldn't be taken out after measuring her. It was easy for her uncle to find out that something was wrong, so she could only make a fool of herself in the space first.

After all, tomorrow's business doesn't know how it will be, and she can't let her uncle buy more pig heads.

On the way back, Jiang Qian kept thinking about whether to think of a signboard for the stall?
Otherwise, the stall is too unremarkable, even if there are returning customers, they will not be able to ask who sells the best pork head meat.

An idea flashed in Jiang Qian's mind. The name of the stall might as well be called Shanzi Braised Meat. If the stall is successful in the future, it is impossible to sell only one kind of pork head meat, and it will definitely sell other braised vegetables.

This is the uncle's craftsmanship again, so let's name it after the uncle, it is simple and easy to remember.

When Jiang Qian expressed his ideas, Xu Shan and Xu Wan definitely agreed, and once again felt that Qian Qian was better at doing business than they were, and came up with one idea after another.

But they only thought about selling the pig's head meat, and they didn't have so many tricks.

Jiang Qian wanted to imagine the future, and she kept talking while sitting on the bicycle, "As long as the pork head meat business is doing well, we don't need to set up a stall, we can directly open a shop and earn more money."

Jiang Qian dared to think about it, but Xu Shan and Xu Wan didn't dare to think about it. It's still unknown whether they will be able to make money after they have only been out of the stall for a day.

But regardless of whether it can be achieved or not, Qianqian's idea is beautiful, so Xu Shan echoed: "It is a good thing if there is such a day."

Jiang Qian said seriously: "As long as my uncle's dishes are recognized by the public, this day will not be far away."

Besides, there are a few cookbooks in her space, and she can earn money by taking out any one and learning it. Let alone selling stewed vegetables, it will not be a problem for my uncle to open a big restaurant in the future.

After returning home, Jiang Qian asked the third uncle to make a wooden sign, and when the third uncle finished the wooden sign, she went to the fourth uncle to write calligraphy.

Xu Qing wrote the four words Shanzi Braised Food on the wooden board. Jiang Qian looked at it a little dissatisfied, and asked Xu Qing to add another six words: Xu Family's Century-old Secret Recipe.

Xu Qing smiled and said, "Qianqian, when did our Xu family have a hundred-year-old secret recipe?" Qianqian really dare to say that the old Xu family has been mud-legged for several generations, and has never had a cook.

Jiang Qian said solemnly: "This is a business gimmick, we can fabricate one without it, and it doesn't cost money anyway."

It makes sense for Xu Qing to think about it. It seems that Qianqian has great potential for doing business.

"The fourth uncle's handwriting is so beautiful." When Xu Qing finished writing, Jiang Qian did not forget to praise her.

"Do you want to learn how to write?"

Jiang Qian said without hesitation, "I don't want to."

God knows that what she dislikes the most is writing, because the words she writes are really ugly and ugly, she doesn't even want to read them, let alone show them to others, she will die of laughter.

Xu Qing didn't force it, just said: "After Qianqian goes to school, the fourth uncle will teach you to write the most beautiful characters."

Jiang Qian thought that he might disappoint fourth uncle.

I don't know if I will be spanked if I can't write well, it will be miserable.

The stall had a signboard, and instantly felt that doing business had such a taste. Looking at the ten characters on the signboard, Jiang Qian was very satisfied, as if seeing that his uncle's Shanzi lo mei shop opened in every major city in the future, earning a lot A lot of money.

Since the stall was very successful on the first day, Xu Shan was particularly enthusiastic about roasting the pork head meat on the second day. Xu Wan helped him, and when the pork head meat came out of the pot, they put it in a basket and sold it in the town.

Jiang Qian must still go with her, after all, she has only done business for one day, and she is still indispensable as a salesman the next day.

Xu Wan originally wanted to take over the salesman's job so that Jiang Qian wouldn't have to go to the wind and sun with them, but Jiang Qian said that she was cuter, and if her aunt went to try it for others, she might not be able to eat it.

That's the reason Xu Wan thought about. After all, people these days don't eat people casually, and they might even treat her as a flirt. Then the misunderstanding would be big.

It seems to be the most appropriate thing to do.

Still selling pork head meat in the old place, Jiang Qian leaned the signboard of Shanzi Braised Meat on the bicycle, making it clear at a glance.

But the people who came to buy yesterday basically didn’t show up today. After all, people don’t eat meat every day.

Jiang Qian has given up hope for repeat customers today and has to develop new customers.

So Xu Shan was asked to dice the pig's head meat and put it on a plate for passers-by to taste. Because Jiang Qian was good-looking and well-dressed, it made people feel very pleasing.

I don't even feel that this little girl is lying.

The passers-by ate her pig's head meat with dignity, and then was persuaded by Jiang Qian's three-inch tongue to buy the pig's head meat. After a while, half of the pig's head meat in the basket was sold.

Xu Wan stopped yelling, and just watched Jiang Qian grab someone to taste the pork head meat. She said that she was dead enough to live, and two of the three people who tasted it would come to buy it.

"Little girl! Look, I'm here again." It was the aunt who bought pork head meat at half price yesterday, followed by several aunts.

"Hello, aunt!" Jiang Qian greeted people warmly, and then gave the aunts the pork head meat on the plate to taste.

Yesterday's aunt Jiang Qian gave her two pieces to try, and the other aunts only got one piece, and instantly felt that she had made money again. This little girl is really nice.

The aunts have tasted the pork head meat and think it is quite good. It is indeed a century-old secret recipe. The taste of this pork head meat is really hard for ordinary people to cook.

After getting the approval of the aunts, the aunts rushed forward and bought all the remaining half of the basket of pork head meat, leaving Xu Wan dumbfounded.

Jiang Qian couldn't help silently giving a thumbs up to this group of aunts. The aunts in this town are different from the women in the country. They earn wages, but their purchasing power is completely different.

Buying meat without blinking an eye, but the women in the country are reluctant to buy even an egg.

It seems that as long as these aunts become repeat customers, their business will probably be sold easily.

So Jiang Qian quietly stuffed half a catty of pork head meat to yesterday's aunt, saying it was a reward for her, and please take care of their small business in the future.

I didn't expect the little girl to be so good at it. I gave her half price yesterday and gave her half a catty of pork head meat today. Who doesn't like such a little girl.

"Little girl, let's get to know each other."

"Okay, I'm Jiang Qian."

"I'm Aunt Zhao, you can call me Grandma Zhao in the future."

"Okay, Grandma Zhao."

(End of this chapter)