Chapter 102

The restaurants and restaurants around Huajian publishing house have been booming for a while, and there are more diners eating noodles in the sweet cake shop on Wenfang street.

But the good times didn't last long. Fewer and fewer students ate noodles with green onions in less than two months. In the third month, no one paid attention. These students would rather eat steamed bread porridge or pancake noodles than noodles with green onions.

The owners of those restaurants didn't quite understand and asked, "didn't you like noodles with scallions before, but now you've changed your taste?"

The head of the familiar guest shook like a rattle, "after eating several times, the smell was strong and the taste was bitter, and the image in front of the gentleman was more important."

It turned out that at the beginning, they also wanted to learn from ah Yao to boil scallion oil, pull the tourists over, and after tasting the sweetness, they were impatient to boil scallion oil again. They used other scallions instead, or occasionally let the scallion tube stick to the pot and zoom, but they didn't boil again. Diners can taste noodles naturally. In addition, they have a strong taste of scallion and garlic. When they open their mouth and talk to people, a large smell rushes towards them. The other party has to open a distance and cover his nose and smile bitterly. At that moment, the embarrassment of enlightenment makes the students of Huajian book club who pay attention to the image no longer eat scallion noodles.

Several small restaurants have taken down the water license to open scallion noodles, but the big restaurant still provides them. The shopkeeper is in a good mood when he sees the current situation. Even if boss Gu talks about it, the students don't appreciate it. The signature dishes at the shop at the other end of Wenfang Street are smashed in his hand. I don't know what it tastes like. The reason why big trees attract wind must be understood by the little girl.

Ah Yao, the object of the shopkeeper's stomach scandal, found that her staple food was picked up by her competitors who were not included in the competition circle after nearly three months.

To be more precise, it was a new recruit in her shop who found that the staple food in the sweet cake shop had been picked. An 11-year-old boy, Tong Sheng, was smart and thin.

"Boss, boss, our scallion noodles have long been taken by the big restaurants at the corner of Wenfang street. What's worse, they still make scallion noodles so bad that no one orders them now. No wonder I said that when people who came into the store recently saw that the expression of scallion noodles was wrong, they did it all!" Man, Tongsheng is filled with righteous indignation.

Ah Yao blinked and gave a long cry: "I see. Go to those stores and buy some noodles with green onions."

She handed over a small bag of money. Tong Sheng smiled and took the money, counted it and returned it to ah Yao. The rest of the money was received in her arms: "I've bought it. These are the big ones, Zhenshan restaurant and Gaojia restaurant. Here are several small restaurants still doing: Aunt Fang baozi restaurant, Li Restaurant and Baiwei restaurant."

"I'm so lucky to have a man like you." A Yao praised it and thought to himself that he would be paid more when the store improved a little. Such a man can't be poached.

A bowl of water and a pair of chopsticks. Ah Yao tasted the noodles with scallions in several stores brought back by Tong Sheng. She knew it well and skimmed her mouth“ By comparison, what is the price of noodles sold by these stores? "

"The price of the big restaurant is the same as ours, and the small one is a penny cheaper than us. But because they are all close to Huajian publishing house, those scholars only know that their family has scallion noodles. They don't know that our family is the first shop to open scallion noodles. I'm so angry! " Tongsheng is quite unwilling.

A Yao comforted Tong Sheng: "it doesn't matter. Our store is not a noodle shop. They picked up our menu to prove that they can only follow suit. I didn't think of them as competitors when I opened the store."

Tongsheng choked on ah Yao's words. Facing this little girl who is younger than himself and doesn't understand the truth, he was so anxious to grab his head that he didn't know how to explain clearly for a while and a half: "boss, but it's our foundation! It's like we have an old noodle, which is taken away to sell for money. "

"They don't taste good, and what's the name of our shop?" Ah Yao asked.

"Sweet cake shop."

"Yes, we sell cakes. Making noodles is just incidental." A Yao scoffed and looked rather disdainful. "Even if they stripped all our water cards, they still opened a restaurant. They made such spicy chicken with Scallion noodles, not to mention anything else. This kind of craft can't be stolen casually."

"..." boss, touch your conscience and look at our water brand. Again, what do we sell?

Tong Sheng looked back, looking back and forth between the noodles mixed with green onions, simmered noodles, lean meat porridge, soup packets, scallion oil cakes, sesame paste, glutinous rice chicken and steamed rice dumplings wrapped in lotus leaves, and finally looked at a Yao suspiciously.

Do we really sell cakes?

"I didn't look at the passenger flow first and inspect the enemy situation. I have a number in my heart." A Yao laughed, "do it tomorrow, do it tomorrow."

In view of the situation of noodles with green onions, a Yao made an adjustment, reducing the amount of soup from bowl to tea cup, and cooked a pot of mint green orange tea. Mint green orange tea was sent to the guests who ate noodles with green onions for free.

Of course, from the next day, a Yao made sweet cakes one after another to make the name of the sweet cake store real.

There are millet cakes, triangle sugar cakes, mung bean cakes that can entertain guests without steaming, square cakes filled with mint or rose, immortal rich cakes that are beautiful and generous and can be used for God, and bowl cakes that can be eaten on foot with bamboo sticks.

"The sweet cake shop finally sells sweet cakes." Tong Sheng secretly Tucao, and Yao smiled, most of the children are interested in pot cake, there is no special matter, children will not come to Wen Fang street, she is not going to put the pot cake, but can be taken to the front of the shop, to make complaints about their sweet cake shop.

At this time, no one in the store is suitable to go out. He told Tongsheng to take a good look at the store. She will go back as soon as she goes.

Not long after a Yao went out, a familiar customer came to the store. He was the man of boss Gu of zhenbaoxuan.

Since boss Gu ate the noodles with green onions, he asked the waiter to run errands in three or two days, so Tongsheng didn't have to wait for him to say what he wanted, so he went straight into the kitchen to do it - the topping of green onions, mixed soy sauce and green onion oil are all ready-made. He just scalded the noodles and put them in a bowl.

When the waiter saw the pastries covered with gauze cages on the counter, he was surprised: "your family has finally sold pastries?"

Boss, come back and have a look. I'm not the only one who thinks your sweet cake shop doesn't sell cakes.

Tongsheng's hand paused, passed the face over the cold water, and when he brought it out, he saw that the guys were very interested. One by one, he opened the gauze mask and looked at it. His face was a little tangled.

"Take care of the boss's face. What's the matter?"

"The boss said that tomorrow, a guest will go to zhenbaoxuan to see accessories and ask me to buy some cakes, but he is tired of those houses near Wenfang street. I'm not interested in your cakes... I'm shy." The man laughed.

Tongsheng was excited. He picked up a mung bean cake and a square cake from the gauze cover, copied the bottom with glutinous rice paper, handed it to the waiter, and asked him: "you try our sweet cake. By the way, boss Gu's cake is customized from those stores?"