Chapter 340

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The fried skewer uncle lowered his head and looked at the skewers on his stall, sighing with some regret.

Judging by the way those people were buying rice, those few stalls and restaurants would probably earn a good amount just selling rice today.

Too bad he sold fried skewers; there was no rice on his stall.

Otherwise he could have earned quite a bit more money today too.

At this moment, a diner walked out from Lu Feng's shop, passing by the fried skewer uncle's stall, his gaze casually sweeping over the stall.

He had only walked a few steps when his eyes suddenly lit up and his footsteps halted.

The diner hurriedly ran back to the fried skewer stall, looking at the skewered vegetables and meat pieces on the stall, his eyes shining bright.

Holy shit!

Isn't this fucking exactly ready-made hot pot ingredients?

Although hot pot soup soaked rice is also delicious, eating boiled ingredients, that is the most classic way to eat!

"Uncle! Uncle!"

The diner's fingers pointed rapidly back and forth over the fried skewer stall, saying excitedly: "Your enoki mushrooms, green peppers, baby cabbage, and potato slices, give me five skewers of each! And the beef and lamb too, five skewers of each!"

"Alright!"

The fried skewer uncle immediately beamed with joy.

This person ordered so much, definitely a big customer.

While putting the diner's ordered items into the basket, he enthusiastically said: "Little brother, since you want so many skewers, I'll send you two flatbreads in a bit, wait until the skewers are fried then clip them inside, eating that is fragrant!"

"No! Uncle, I don't want flatbreads, and the ingredients absolutely must not be fried!"

The diner hurriedly reached out to stop the fried skewer uncle: "Uncle just put them directly in a bag for me, I only want them raw!"

"What the hell? You want them raw?"

The fried skewer uncle was just preparing to throw the skewers into the oil pan; hearing this, his hand froze in mid-air, and he asked with a surprised face.

He sold fried skewers; if these vegetables and meat weren't fried, this person would take them back to eat raw?

But seeing that diner's serious look, although he was very puzzled in his heart, he still followed what that person said, pulled a plastic bag from under the stall, and put all the skewers inside.

The diner paid very straightforwardly, picked up the bag, and jogged back to Lu Feng's shop.

The fried skewer uncle watched his back, scratched his head, his mind full of question marks.

What did this person buy a pile of raw skewers for?

Could it be he's preparing to take them home to stir-fry?

But shouldn't buying vegetables mean going to the vegetable market?

What kind of mysterious operation is coming to his fried skewer stall to buy vegetables?

The fried skewer uncle just wanted to discuss this rare event with the boss of the small stall next door.

Unexpectedly, not long after that diner entered Lu Feng's shop, a group of diners rushed out in a swarm, heading straight for his fried skewer stall.

The fried skewer uncle hadn't even reacted before his stall was surrounded.

"Uncle! All the vegetables on your stall, give me three skewers of each! Don't fry them, I'll take them to go!"

"I want lamb skewers and lettuce! Five skewers of each!"

"And me! Two skewers of each vegetable, three skewers of each meat, don't fry them, pack them separately!"

Those diners who surrounded him, each one staring tightly at the skewers on his stall, spoke in a babble of voices.

The fried skewer uncle was completely stunned by this scene.

Just now he was still envying the other stalls where rice was selling like hotcakes.

In the blink of an eye, his fried skewers had become a sought-after delicacy?

But this group of people is too strange.

Each one said the skewers they ordered didn't need frying, all said they wanted to pack them to go.

Isn't this too abnormal?

Whatever, as long as the skewers can be sold.

Selling only raw skewers even saves him the trouble of frying, even more convenient!

"Don't rush, don't rush, one by one, there's enough, there's enough!"

The fried skewer uncle threw the doubts in his mind to the back of his head, busily dealing with this group of diners scrambling to be first.

A moment later, the diners surrounding the fried skewer stall, carrying bags in their hands, dispersed one after another.

The fried skewer uncle looked at the empty cart, stunned in place for a long time without recovering.

Today was the fastest his fried skewers had ever sold in history.

That group of diners swept his small stall cart clean in under ten minutes.

The fried skewer uncle silently packed up his stall, his brain spinning rapidly.

Should he simply call his wife who sells vegetables at the vegetable market to come try setting up a stall on Food Street tomorrow?

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The time since Lu Feng started business today quickly passed an hour and a half.

Different from usual, today the stalls and restaurants near Lu Feng's door welcomed a large number of customers early.

But these customers were all here to buy rice to take back to Lu Feng's shop to eat.

Food Street today also appeared exceptionally lively.

However, forming a stark contrast with it was that vending machine at the Braised Food Shop's door.

Quite a few people passed by the Braised Food Shop's door, yet not a single person went to buy drinks.

With Lu Feng's Warm Reminder today, plus the free soy milk given away at the door, the two-pronged approach took immediate effect.

Today, among the diners coming to Lu Feng's shop, there wasn't even a single person buying drinks.

The landlady thought it was because the prices weren't marked clearly, so she specially went to print an eye-catching price-cut promotion notice and pasted it on the vending machine.

However, this move had no use whatsoever; those passing customers, even after seeing the notice, had no intention of walking over to buy.

In the one-plus hours since Lu Feng opened shop, that vending machine remained in a state of being completely ignored.

People all have a herd mentality; if many people go buy something, others seeing it will also be attracted to go buy.

Just like Lu Feng's shop now, attracting quite a few new customers to come every day.

The same principle, reversed, is also the same.

If the things being sold originally have no buyers, then other people won't go buy either, even if prices are cut they still can't be sold.

That vending machine sat lonely at the Braised Food Shop's door, for half a day not a single person patronized it.

Even passersby not coming to eat at Lu Feng's shop had no interest in going over to take a glance.

"Just what on earth is going on! You said cutting prices would bring buyers! It's already this late and still not a single bottle sold!"

A sharp roar came from the Braised Food Shop's door, its sound drowning out the lively noise on Food Street.

The landlady stood beside the vending machine, hands on hips pointing at the bespectacled man before her, so angry her whole face flushed red.

This shout instantly attracted quite a few surrounding people, their gazes one after another turning to look this way.

Seeing there was a quarrel here, they immediately gathered over, forming a circle from afar to watch the excitement.

"Hiss—how would I know what's going on?"

The bespectacled man stared at by the landlady shrank his neck, sweat emerging on his forehead flowing down along his face, his whole face wrinkled into a bitter gourd: "Logically speaking it shouldn't be like this? Prices were cut yet still not even a single bottle sold, this is too strange……"

His gaze passed over the vending machine, sweeping a glance toward the Lu Family Restaurant side, his heart suddenly giving a jolt.