Food Intelligence King

Chapter 7 The Community Steamed Bun Stall: A Small Success

Lin Yifan chilled two glasses of plum juice, planning to take them to Chen Zhou after dinner and help him out.

Just as I was about to leave, I picked up my phone and noticed dozens of unread messages in the neighborhood's WeChat group.

It's probably a property management issue.
A while ago, some residents made a fuss, and the property manager of the community didn't dare to show his face in the group chat. It seems there's been some kind of explanation? No wonder the security guards were so nice today.

Lin Yifan hopes to lower the property management fee.

However, after opening the group chat, it was discovered that these messages had absolutely nothing to do with the property management.

"A new steamed bun vendor has appeared at the south gate of our community. The buns taste pretty good. Neighbors should check it out."

"I bought it on my way home from get off work, and my child loves it. [Laughs while covering mouth]"

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"Looks so cheerful, must be someone who does this professionally!"

Chen Taotao tugged at Ms. Lin, who was standing motionless at the door, "Mom, what are you looking at? You've been smiling at your phone the whole time."

Lin Yifan: "Your dad's steamed buns are very popular."

She was about to type something to promote her family's steamed buns.

Unexpectedly, a nitpicking message popped up.

She was one of the homeowners who had previously led the trouble, and Lin Yifan had a deep impression of her chibi-style avatar.

"Tsk tsk, can those steamed buns sold outside be any good? They're all made with lymph node meat. I never give them to my kids."

Even with her gentle nature, Lin Yifan was a little angry at this moment.

The residents of this community usually buy their groceries at the Xingfu Vegetable Market, and my husband also buys his pork there. How could he use lymph node meat?
Why can't we give it to children?
This person just spouts whatever comes to mind.

"I need to find the evidence to clarify this."

Although Ms. Lin showed a rare temper, she was still very reasonable.

Before she could even call Chen Zhou to ask about the bill for the meat,

The neighbor across the hall who had tasted the steamed buns had already spoken out in defense of them.

@Zihan's Mom: "What you're saying is ridiculous. The guy who sells steamed buns lives right across from me and is also a resident of our community. I've seen him go up and down the stairs several times a day to buy meat and vegetables. It's definitely not some kind of lymph node meat."

Upon learning that the steamed bun stall was owned by a fellow resident of the same community, the neighbors naturally showed more trust and support.

Zihan's mother stopped her efforts, and the group chat returned to a harmonious and loving atmosphere. Inspired by Baozi, some people even shared photos of their own dinners.

Meanwhile, Nanmen Baozi (steamed buns).

Chen Zhou originally thought that since this was his first time setting up a stall, if it didn't sell well, he would lose money to gain publicity and let passersby try it for free, so that he could at least open up sales channels.

To his surprise, his steamed buns were quite popular.

After it was cooked, people started coming in to inquire and buy it.

"Boss, how much are these steamed buns?"

"Looks good. How many are in one steamer? Oh, ten. Give me one steamer then."

So much so that when Lin Yifan brought Tao Tao over, all four jin of steamed buns had already been sold out.

She had already seen in the group chat that the meat buns were very popular, so she wasn't too surprised by Chen Zhou's business results.

On the contrary, he was covered in sweat—his back was soaked.

It made her feel a little sorry for him.

"It must be so hot."

Chen Zhou accepted the plum juice.

Gudu Gudu Gudu~
With a bit of ice, it's refreshing to drink.

"Daddy is so amazing!" the little girl clapped her hands in praise.

Chen Zhou lowered his head and asked her, "Isn't it amazing that Daddy sold out of steamed buns?"

"Yes!" Chen Taotao nodded emphatically.

But then he shook his head.

Seeing the adults' puzzled looks, she picked up the plum juice herself and gestured, "Daddy's bubbling away too~"

That's pretty much it; Tao Tao learned it from me. Chen Zhou and his wife tidied up the steamer and bamboo steamers, calculating their earnings from selling steamed buns today.

"One pound of flour costs 4.5 yuan."
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“The 5-pound pack we bought before is finished. If you switch to a larger bag, it will be cheaper.”

"One bag of yeast and half a bag of milk."
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"Let's make it two pieces."

"It costs 13.5 yuan to make a pound of minced meat. By the way, you should also buy meat at Yongjia Fresh Food Store in the future. The owner is nice and the meat is fresh."
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"Ah."

"The scallions cost one yuan. Then, one ounce of dried flour can make three buns, and one pound is thirty buns."

Lin Yifan glanced at the signboard and followed Chen Zhou's lead: "So the cost of ingredients for each bun is 7 cents. Four pounds of flour, one hundred and twenty buns, the gross profit is 216."

"Let's say 210. I gave two to security guard Xiao Liu."

Lin Yifan then realized why the security guard had been so polite today. "No wonder, the young security guard even found me a parking space. His name is Xiao Liu."

"They were very nice; they even invited me inside to enjoy the air conditioning. There were so many customers that I hadn't had a moment to myself."

Today is the first day of setting up a stall, and Chen Zhou didn't dare to prepare much.

Nevertheless, the income was still higher than the salary offered by his own design institute.

"If we sell more at night and set up the stall for a while in the morning, we can earn several hundred yuan a day."

"Isn't this all your hard-earned money?" Lin Yifan said reproachfully.

Just from setting up the stall at night, she heard her husband say that he had been busy all afternoon and wanted to make breakfast as well. What time would he have to get up? Did he even care about his health?

Why does my wife seem a little angry?
Chen Zhou discovered it this morning.

My wife actually has a lot of little emotions, but most of the time, she doesn't show them so obviously.

After getting married, especially after having children, Chen Zhou became so accustomed to his wife's presence that he became blind to these minor fluctuations.

The information about the diners in the morning gave Chen Zhou a reminder.

He smiled and asked:

"Why are you a little unhappy that you made money today?"

Lin Yifan took out her phone and showed the whole story.

Chen Zhou was quite pleased to see that his neighbors in the group really appreciated his steamed buns.

"Isn't this great? Everyone loves to eat it. Wow!"

Any wife would be furious to see her husband spend so much time making steamed buns with the finest ingredients, only to be wrongly accused of using unscrupulous vendors who use lymph node meat.

Moreover, what about myself?

Unfortunately, Chen Zhou was the one who was wrongly accused.

At this point, I've become the one comforting others.

"Don't be angry. People have concerns about buying steamed buns, they're not deliberately targeting us." This profile picture of Zihan's mother doesn't look like a nice person. She was the one who started talking about changing property management companies, right? It seems like she's targeting everyone equally.

Lin Yifan nodded.

They also reminded Chen Zhou that he could simply post a video of making steamed buns in the community group chat, and also post information about buying meat on the food cart to reassure customers.

And most importantly, don't forget to deliver a few more steamed buns to your neighbor across the hall tomorrow.

Lin Yifan recovered quickly.

That matter is obviously in the past.

But she noticed that Chen Zhou had changed a lot in the past few days, and she was really curious:

"Your cooking has gotten better, I can't possibly find a chef's certificate at home, can I?"

Chen Zhou pulled his wife into the passenger seat of the food cart, then held his daughter in his arms and said earnestly:

"I got this purely through my own hard work and diligent practice."

As dusk fell, the family drove their car back to their nearby neighborhood.

Speed ​​bumps!

"Clang, clang!"

"Dad, this is fun!"

(End of this chapter)