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

Chapter 65 Is there a zombie siege today or something?

"Boss! Are you worthy of us? You just said you don't want to sell a good pig's trotter! If you sell it again, we will forgive you."

"Yes, boss, you must grab the pig intestines and pig trotters with both hands tomorrow, otherwise don't blame me for kneeling down on the spot and begging you with tears!"

"Stall owner, we can carry a sack of pork elbows over here, and you can help stew them. It won't hinder you from making big money!"

"..."

Seeing that the diners' complaints gradually became timid, they still insisted on eating pig's trotters.

Su Chen was sweating all over!

During these weeks of setting up the stall, he has always been unrestrained and free.

Why at this moment, I feel like someone is rushing me to work?

"Thank you for your love, but please don't be so stubborn. Pig's trotters will never come back! I set up the stall purely for fun, not as a profession."

Friends: …

It turns out that there are really people setting up stalls for fun.

That’s off the mark!

"Boss, the pig's trotters are gone. Can you give me your contact information? I'm different from them. I don't make a fuss and I'm reasonable. I want to eat anything you make. Just let me know when you open a stall next time."

A little girl in the crowd suddenly said something.

The last second she was still blaming Su Chen, but now she forgave him directly.

After all, there is a saying that goes well.

Someone who loves you enough will not be angry with you.

What else can she do if she doesn't coax herself into submission?

It is the boss’ freedom to set up the stall where and what he wants to sell.

If you can't control your mouth, you will have to rely on your boss in the end.

I have no control over myself! I have no control over myself!

"Sorry! I can't give you my contact information. I sell whatever I want, wherever I want, based on my mood. You guys are still lucky to get it, so just enjoy the food as you wish."

Su Chen emphasized it again.

He didn't want to be kidnapped by the diners.

I don't want to have too much contact with them.

Besides, if you give one person their contact information, there will be countless others later.

If you take a step back, you must take 10,000 steps back. What if they become even more aggressive?

"Wow, wow, wow... Boss, you have such a cruel heart!"

"Yanza, how can I live without your pig's trotters?"

"Falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland in my home."

"..."

Su Chen has explained the situation very clearly.

Naturally, everyone had no reason to argue.

Besides, there was a large group of people behind the stall.

If you keep blocking them like this, you might get yourself a good beating.

Friends who love hoof riding still have good eyesight.

He cried and wailed for a while, and finally gave way and let Su Chen go free.

As for pig intestines.

It's really a thing that some people love and some people hate.

People who hate it think it smells like pickled organs and it is simply unbearable to smell.

It would be even worse if you come across a chef with poor cooking skills.

It doesn't taste like spices all over your mouth.

It's just not cooked thoroughly. It feels like chewing cotton when you put it in your mouth. It's prickly and has no taste at all.

Coupled with the special nature of the food itself, many people avoid it as much as possible.

But the so-called foul odor is also what some people call the aroma of meat.

Since I'm here now, how can I not try it!
Many hoof-riding enthusiasts immediately turned around and lined up at the back of the line.

……

at this time.

A patient's family member walked out of the gate of the anorectal hospital.

I'm going to take a breath first, and then buy some pig intestines to satisfy my craving.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff. The smoke rose up and then slowly dissipated.

He looked outside casually out of boredom.

I saw.

In front of the familiar stall, there was a very long line that seemed to have no end in sight.

Holy shit! Isn't this a food truck that sells sausages?
It’s only ten o’clock.

Is there a zombie siege today or something?

How come so many people came all of a sudden!

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he strode quickly to the back of the line.

After standing still, he stretched his neck nervously and counted the number of people in front of him.

The situation is not optimistic!
He took out his cell phone, edited a message, took a photo and sent it to the Chrysanthemum communication group.

"Hurry up! There are so many people here today. If you come late you won't be able to buy it."

The news spread instantly.

The patients' family members who were originally leisurely and prepared to queue up later suddenly panicked.

They all rushed towards the elevator entrance.

The elevator was packed with people, pushing and shoving each other.

As soon as the door opened, people rushed in.

In a blink of an eye, the elevator was fully loaded and made a creaking sound as it could not bear the heavy load.

There were also bursts of wailing coming from inside.

"Oh my god, those of you who ate pig intestines in the early morning, can't you eat one less meal a day?"

"No, you're the one who rushed to grab the things, and you still have the nerve to criticize others. How can you be so hypocritical!"

"Fuck, stop pushing. Who the f*ck bumped into my butt? Aren't you afraid that I'll spray you with blood? I'm still fucking feeling pain!"

……

soon.

Su Chen frowned as he looked at the crowd swarming to the back of the team.

The number of people queuing is estimated to be over eighty.

In the past two days, many people bought three or four portions at a time. How could the mere two hundred portions of pig intestines that I prepared be enough to sell?
There is nothing I can do.

Everyone has come here from far away, and no one wants to go back empty-handed.

Then let’s order the stir-fried pork intestines with peppers, and limit the purchase to two per person.

When the diners saw the purchase limit written on the small white board, almost all of them ordered two portions.

After all, those who can arrive on time to queue up are all old customers, and of course they know the value of this piece of pork intestines.

"Everyone, don't be in a hurry, come one by one!"

Su Chen said.

He quickly prepared the pickled pork intestines, various seasonings and side dishes.

Heat the pot and heat the oil!
A crackling sound suddenly rang out.

Su Chen was seen flipping the pot with his left hand and holding the spoon with his right hand.

The chili segments mixed with the browned pig intestines flew out of the pot with a whoosh, and then fell back into the pot accurately.

Stir-fry quickly with a large spoon. Under the action of high temperature, the Maillard reaction occurs, and the fragrant and spicy taste is stimulated.

Many diners stared at the pork intestines in the pot with their eyes wide open, without blinking.

My saliva is watering!
A few minutes later, the diners in front got the stir-fried pork intestines first.

He did not choose to sit down quietly by the stall, but instead took the trouble to walk around the queue.

I went out of my way to go to the supermarket next door to get beer.

The fat intestines made a crunching sound in his mouth.

One bite, the sweetness hits your teeth and cheeks, and the rich aroma fills your cheeks.

As the saying goes, dismount when you smell a scent, stop when you smell a flavor.

For a moment, he became the focus of everyone's attention, and everyone was swallowing their saliva.

But the friends waiting in line behind felt that the scene before them was too abstract.

They looked at the man with a sense of arrogance and couldn't help revealing a hint of disdain in their eyes.

"Exaggerated, too exaggerated! Isn't it just eating pig intestines? Is it necessary to be like this? If he could eat pig's trotters, wouldn't he be so excited that his soul would leave his body and ascend to heaven directly?"

(End of this chapter)