After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

"Here it comes!"

Shen Man had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

She was the first to rush forward and take her own bowl.

"It's so hot! It smells so good!"

Shen Man placed the bowl of noodles on the table, pinched her earlobes with both hands to cool them down, but her eyes were fixed on the noodles in the bowl.

Under the soft, warm light, the bowl of noodles practically glowed.

"This is what a bowl of noodles costs 188 yuan?"

Zhao Tianyi, who was sitting next to him, also brought over a bowl. He first looked down and observed the color of the soup.

"Crystal clear, without any impurities, but it has a rich, complex aroma... This soup is something else."

As someone from a family with a long history in the catering industry, Zhao Tianyi knows all too well how difficult it is to make beef soup that is "clear but not bland, rich but not murky".

This requires not only top-quality ingredients, but also an almost obsessive control over the cooking time.

"Who cares what it is, let's eat it first!"

Qin Lang wasn't so particular; he was already drooling with envy.

He picked up his chopsticks and first took a piece of beef brisket.

The beef brisket trembled slightly on the tips of his chopsticks, as if beckoning to him.

"Awoo!"

Qin Lang stuffed the whole piece of beef brisket into his mouth in one bite.

next second.

His crossed legs, which had been shaking, suddenly stopped.

He froze in his chair, his eyes wide like saucers, his cheeks bulging, but he forgot to chew.

The texture... it was amazing!

The moment your teeth touch the meat, without even needing to apply force, the creamy fat melts on your tongue, instantly releasing a rich, milky aroma.

Next comes the lean meat, which is tender and juicy, having absorbed the essence of the braising broth. It melts into minced meat with just a gentle touch.

Finally, there's the soft tendon connected to the bone, which is tender yet retains a slightly chewy texture, making a soft "crunching" sound between your teeth, and becoming more and more fragrant the more you chew!

"Ugh!!!"

Qin Lang slammed his hand on the table, startling Shen Man, who was drinking soup next to him.

"Holy crap! That's amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Qin Lang roared incoherently, his face filled with shock, "This beef...it's alive! It's dancing in my mouth!"

"Hey, you bumpkin, keep your voice down!"

Shen Man rolled her eyes at him with disdain, but then she picked up a piece of meat herself and carefully put it into her mouth.

The moment the aroma of the meat exploded in her mouth, Shen Man's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed into slits, and she let out a satisfied nasal sound:

"Hmm~~~~"

This isn't just eating meat; it's practically a spa treatment for your taste buds!

She had previously thought that crab roe buns were the pinnacle of umami flavor, but she never expected that this beef brisket noodle soup would achieve the ultimate in "richness"!

After eating the meat, drink the soup.

Shen Man picked up the heavy bowl, brought it to her lips, and gently sipped the amber-colored broth.

"boom--"

A warm current slid down my esophagus into my stomach, like a warm sun in winter, instantly dispelling all the chill and hunger.

The soup may look light, but it is actually a concentrated essence of beef bones and thirty-six kinds of herbs and spices.

The initial taste is fresh, the middle is mellow, and the finish has a subtle sweet aftertaste that lingers for a long time.

"This soup..."

Shen Man put down her bowl, looked at her rosy cheeks reflected in it, and murmured to herself.

"How can it taste so good? It even has a sweeter aftertaste than my dad's treasured Pu'er tea worth tens of thousands of yuan!"

"Slurp—slurp—"

At this moment, the only sounds in the shop besides the guqin music were the sounds of people slurping noodles.

Those rich kids who usually go to Michelin-starred restaurants and pretend to eat with knives and forks are now showing their true colors.

Some people buried their faces in their bowls, eating without even looking up; some held a bun in one hand and noodles in the other, eating with both hands; and some didn't even leave the soup behind, tilting their heads back and pouring it into their mouths, their Adam's apple bobbing wildly.

"Awesome! That's fucking awesome!"

Zhao Tianyi put down the empty bowl, let out a long breath, and felt completely refreshed.

He looked at Lin Fan, who was busy in the kitchen, and his eyes became incredibly complicated.

As an expert, he knew better than anyone the value of this bowl of noodles.

"This broth can't be made without decades of experience. And the beef used is selected from the very best."

Zhao Tianyi exclaimed, "188 yuan? If this bowl of noodles were at our Grand Hyatt Hotel, it would cost at least 888 yuan, plus a 15% service charge!"

"Mr. Lin, you're doing charity work!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan simply smiled faintly, his hands continuing their work:

"In business, it's all about slow and steady wins the race. Just enjoy your meal."

In fact, Lin Fan knew exactly what was going on.

The price of 188 yuan was the result of his careful consideration.

If we don't sell the 666 yuan crab roe buns, this 188 yuan noodle dish will be criticized as being overpriced.

However, with the 666 yuan steamed bun as a "price anchor", diners will have the illusion that "this noodle is really cheap" and "the price-performance ratio is extremely high" when they see the 188 yuan noodles.

More importantly, the process of making steamed buns is complicated and the production capacity is limited, making them a "signature" used to elevate a high-end image.

Fried rice is quick to prepare but inexpensive, making it a popular way to attract customers.

This bowl of beef brisket noodles is his "cash cow," designed to boost sales volume, make it affordable for the middle class, and guarantee extremely high profit margins.

If it really sells for 888, then it will become a luxury item that people occasionally want to try.

But for white-collar workers and rich kids in Jin Street, selling it for 188 yuan is a "high-end work meal" that they can afford to eat two or three times a week.

To quickly attract customers to a new store, it's not only necessary for the price to be justified, but also for the price to be affordable.

……

While the rich kids were enjoying their feast, the outside world was already in chaos.

As the first customers entered the store, the intoxicating aroma was like opening Pandora's box, spiraling completely out of control.

At the entrance of "Dawei Hot Pot", the original red carpet area is now covered with footprints from the crowd, and flower baskets are jostled and tilted.

Zhang Dawei stood on the steps, watching helplessly as the group of guests who originally belonged to him, as if possessed, all rushed towards the narrow doorway next door.

"Hey! Don't go! 50% off! 70% off! 70% off, okay?!"

Zhang Dawei shouted at the top of his lungs and even tried to lower the price drastically, but no one paid any attention to him.

Everyone's mind is filled with the aroma of meat right now, who can still eat that greasy hot pot?

"Make way! Don't push! Line up at the back!"

At the entrance of "Lin's Shop", the entrance is narrow because of the transformer box blocking the way, allowing only two people to enter at a time, and a long queue instantly formed outside.

The queue even cut right through the storefront of "Dawei Hotpot," trapping Zhang Dawei inside his own shop.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

Zhang Dawei was so angry that he trembled all over. He slammed the microphone in his hand to the ground with a loud bang, which emitted a piercing shriek.

"What kind of mind-altering drug did this kid give these people?!"

He turned to look at Landlord Wang, hoping to find some comfort, only to find that Landlord Wang had disappeared sometime earlier.

Upon closer inspection, wow!

Landlord Wang was hunched over, mingling in the queue, holding a number in his hand, and peering in expectantly!

"Old Wang! You've betrayed us?!" Zhang Dawei roared.

Landlord Wang awkwardly shrank back and chuckled sheepishly, "Well... Mr. Zhang, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory, right? I'll go and find out what's going on with this kid for you!"

Zhang Dawei was so angry after hearing this that he almost had a stroke.