Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 229: The fight has started, the best thing to do is to run away...

Backstage at the theater.

The actors who finished their performances went straight backstage one by one.

Then, he was caught off guard and discovered that the boss was eating secretly.

The main thing is that it can't be covered up.

A string of gluten was gently pulled by the teeth, and in the blink of an eye one third of it was in the mouth.

The actors' eyes widened and they let out sharp noises.

"!!!"

"Boss, what are you doing?!"

"I wipe!"

"Boss, you actually ate behind our backs! What kind of behavior is this?"

"Oh my god, that's the smell. When I was singing, I almost drooled all over the audience's face. It's not easy for me to hold it back!"

"Boss, how much did you buy? Do you have any more?"

A group of people who didn’t even care about their costumes and makeup.

One by one, they ran straight to the table where the gluten was placed, which made the owner tremble with fear.

"Oh, I bought a lot. Don't worry. There's no need to rush."

As the class owner spoke, he was protecting a handful of gluten in his hand.

The credibility of this statement is basically zero.

"It's easy for the boss to talk without any pain. We are only smelling the food but haven't tasted it yet."

"No, it's obvious that sitting doesn't hurt your waist."

"It smells so good, dear, let me try a bunch first, I love gluten."

A group of people hurriedly opened the big bag of gluten and started showing off without saying a word.

As soon as the meal started, the backstage dressing room, which had been noisy just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent.

The only sound left was the sound of people smacking their food.

Although the cold roasted gluten lacks the steaming hotness when it is just fried, it is more calm and restrained.

When you take a bite, the skin is no longer crispy, but becomes slightly soft, with full elasticity pulling between the teeth, and a unique spicy taste spreads in the mouth.

The more you taste it, the more you can feel its lingering flavor.

When the mind starts to get anxious, you can no longer concentrate on savoring the food.

"Hey, this isn't fair at all. You grown men eat too fast. I can't keep up with you. How about we all stop and split the food equally?"

When the group of people heard this, not only did they stop moving, they grabbed the pieces even faster.

After all the fight has been over, only a fool would agree to split it equally.

They snatched the gluten with their own ability, why should they share it equally?
The person who was speaking was stunned when he saw this scene.

孽 孽!
The grab is so crazy!

As the old saying goes, too much talk leads to mistakes.

In front of absolutely delicious food, if you say one more word, you will eat one less bite.

It is still more reliable to suppress with force and start looting directly.

"Oh, if you want me to say it, don't fight for it. It's good to split it evenly."

"Fuck, who took a bite of my gluten? What an animal!"

"Don't push, don't step on it! I want the ones that fell on the ground, too."

Those actors who couldn't get the spots squeezed in the crowd, cursing angrily.

But it's of no use.

Those who robbed aggressively were ignored.

The boss standing by saw that the dog's brain was about to be beaten out, so he quickly clenched his muscles and quietly moved towards the door.

too crazy.

Fortunately, we didn’t wait until the show ended before we started eating, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to grab the food.

At this time, someone noticed the owner, thought of something, and squeezed out while protecting the gluten.

"Boss, are we going to leave after the performance tomorrow? Can't we perform for a few more days?"

After hearing this, the group of actors who were happily fighting for the show suddenly remembered what had happened and turned to look at the troupe owner.

The boss was so frightened that he looked at his own gluten silently.

"The sponsor only booked it for three days, and that's how it was advertised. Do you want to change it?"

The troupe owner felt that this was not a good idea, but the actor's next words made him change his mind and become hesitant.

"We just got a taste of it. If we leave, won't we be unable to eat it?"

"That makes sense. I'm thinking about it."

"We have made a lot of money on stage these past two days. If we perform for two more days, it's not a loss if we only perform one play every day! Right, boss?"

The troupe owner thought it made sense, but performing here for five days meant that the subsequent schedule would have to be changed.

So I couldn't make up my mind for the moment and wanted to think about it.

Mainly because the current scenario is not suitable for discussion.

A group of people were still fighting, and he didn't dare to intervene. He could only run away quickly. The most important thing was to save his own gluten first.

The troupe owner ran away, and the actors immediately became even more eager to fight for it.

Some people have more gluten, some have less.

I am not satisfied after finishing all the food myself, so when I see others still have some, I just grab it and stuff it into my mouth.

The war is about to start.

The boss stood outside, listening to the roars and screams coming from backstage, and sighed slowly.

It seems I bought too little.

If he had known it tasted so good, he would have bought all the gluten.

The actors didn't even fight.

"Well, be careful and grab them. Don't waste time. The new version of The Butterfly Lovers will start in half an hour!"

Hey!
These ancestors have been worrying him a lot.

As for Su Chen, the mission has been completed.

After closing up his stall, he drove the food truck to an open space in the village and parked it.

Then, together with Butler Ding, who had just brought Nuonuo with him, the two adults and one child went to the theater to watch a play.

Of course, he also brought the money he had prepared and the two stacks of cash that the rich man's followers had thrown on the dining car.

After a play ended successfully, Su Chen walked onto the stage and gave tips to the actors one by one.

The money earned from setting up the stall that day was not as much as the tips given out after a show.

But he was very satisfied with what he saw.

It was like watching a really good movie and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

And it feels really good to give rewards, and there is a sense of accomplishment in supporting traditional drama.

Before leaving, Nuonuo asked to buy some snacks.

Su Chen naturally agreed.

Just walk into a small store.

What I mean is, the more you read the score, the more outrageous it becomes.

How come there are such things as nutritional yarn and six nuclear bombs in the village?

Su Chen frowned slightly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

He took the little girl out and pinched her soft face.

"Be good, let's go to town to buy some, or Daddy can make you... some potato chips, how about that?"

Nuonuo's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Okay, let's go home. Dad's cooking is the best."

Su Chen nodded.

In fact, he made potato chips not only because the little girl loved to eat them, but he also had his own considerations.

As snacks for tomorrow’s stall, it would be nice to make some fragrant and crispy potato chips.

The process is simple: slicing, soaking, blanching, frying, and finally sprinkling with seasoning powder. It is convenient and delicious.

However, generally speaking, one pound of potatoes can produce about three ounces of potato chips.

If the chips are cut thinner, the moisture will be removed more thoroughly during the frying process and the amount of potato chips will be closer to 4 taels.

Su Chen calculated.

The system requires 125 servings per day. If each serving of potato chips is calculated as half a pound, 166.67- pounds of potatoes will have to be prepared.

Not to mention slicing, even peeling the skin will take a long time.

This requires a fully automatic potato chip cutting machine.

(End of this chapter)