Zell likes to eat snacks. Sometimes he would surf the market to find out if there were any snacks he liked.

Last time, the Bilgewater prawn candy didn't come to set up a stall. In order not to return empty-handed, he bought potatoes and oil on the way back and went back to get some fried food.

Cook the oil in the pan, soak the potatoes repeatedly in hot and cold water to wash away the starch and drain it and fry until golden brown. Finally, sprinkle with salt and let the remaining heat melt it.

The quality of potato chips depends on whether they can't cut out thin and even potato chips. Zell has no knife skills, so he made a ginger potato shaving and used it as a tool used by carpenters to plan wood, which has a great effect.

"Shopkeeper? Are you?" Hearing the crackling noises from the kitchen, Roy hurried over to check, thinking he was conducting some high-risk experiments.

"Prepare yourself a small meal." Zell answered without comment. He focused on the hot pot of hot oil in front of him, as if facing a great enemy.

"You are so confident in opening a small kitchen. You are worthy of being you. You only know how to find something for yourself when you think of eating." Seeing the piles of potato chips, Roy was a little surprised: "You are sure to finish eating so much?"

"If you accidentally make too many potato chips, sell some of them, add them to the menu, and then mark them with limited supply. Many people should buy them."

Potatoes are usually used for stewing and grilling here, and some are steamed and ground into paste with seasonings. Few people use them to fry them.

Maybe the oil is basically imported, so no one thought of using expensive oil to fry cheap potatoes.

However, he was not sure that he was exclusive, because he saw instant noodles when he was buying materials on the market just now, and this instant noodles were different from what he remembered.

Use air-dried flour noodles, fermented cabbage, carrots, black soy sauce, peanuts, limes, coriander, green onion and eggs to mix them into a pot and cook for six minutes. Finally, add chili as appropriate, which is not convenient to actually operate.

But considering that these things are just wrapped in banana leaves and can be cooked at any time and anywhere, it is also a convenience.

Zell didn't buy it to try it, and the noodles were not fried before, so he probably didn't taste good.

"I won't talk about whether it is limited or not. You have to be able to pass the quality first, otherwise it will ruin your reputation. Well, let me evaluate it first."

Roy picked up a piece to taste it. The crispy taste was excellent, and the salty and fragrant taste made people swallow it subconsciously. After eating several slices in a row, Roy felt a little dry and wanted to pour some water to drink.

It was at this moment that she suddenly discovered Zell's sinister intention: "Do you want to sell drinks under the guise of selling potato chips? You actually sprinkle salt on it!"

"This is what I did, it wouldn't be delicious without salting."

Looking at Zell's innocent eyes, Roy began to think about whether she was thinking too much. She wiped her mouth with paper and then wrote potato chips on the menu (limited supply)

As the bell of the Sun Gate rang, the number of guests gradually increased.

Because the cafe has a good reputation for several exclusive beverages launched by the cafe before, customers are willing to try them when they see the limited-source new products. As a result, they are roughly captured by potato chips, and then bought more beverages under the influence of salt.

Seeing more and more guests day by day, Zell realized one thing-Porro Cafe is going to be popular.

But this popularity is more because the catering here is attractive, not because of Poluo.

It is good to be able to make money, but if the customers come to the store to eat and affect those who really come to suck Poluo, it will go against his purpose of opening a store.

Do you want to increase prices and reduce flows?

But this will make the threshold for sucking Poluo high, love is priceless, and he cannot keep people who really like Poluo out.

What should I do?

"Shopkeeper, other cafes have launched exactly the same thing by imitating our popular drinks. Don't you plan to go and have a look?" While thinking, Roy came to him and spoke to him. His voice was loud enough for the entire cafe to hear him. He didn't know what little thoughts were hidden in the corner of his slightly raised mouth.

"Oh? Is that?"

"Yes, except for changing the name, the taste has been slightly adjusted, and the rest of the place is exactly the same. We also learned to pack it with paper cup straws, and we don't even want the face."

Speaking of this, Zell noticed that some people in the store started to look unnatural, fidgeted, and the food in their hands became difficult to swallow.

Zell couldn't help but sigh, you are still doing sarcastic, Roy.

"There are potato chips too. We just launched them in the morning, but they launched them before the afternoon. You didn't agree with them, right? How much did you charge?"

Zell smiled and shook his head: "I didn't leak the recipe."

It is normal to homogeneously develop the catering industry. It is too easy to imitate such things that have no technical content, and it is impossible to eliminate this phenomenon.

But this is also good, allowing other restaurants to divert traffic and get away for the sake of eating, so that the popularity can be reduced.

The characteristics of Poluo Café must be placed on Poluo, which is something that others cannot imitate.

"That's strange." Roy said thoughtfully with his chin: "But it's the same whether it's leaking or not. Just slice the potatoes and fry them and then add salt. It's so simple that even an 80-year-old grandma can make it. But someone is smart and put some avocado and pack it into a very high-end style. Whoever eats it will pay IQ tax."

Zell saw the group of people who had been restless before, and his face turned green now, the same color as avocado.

Too damaged.

He happily echoed: "If you say this, they will know it? I guess their eyeliner is sitting in our store drinking milk tea at this moment."

"Ahem! Ahem!"

As he finished speaking, a series of coughs rang out in the cafe.

Although these unscrupulous merchants couldn't bear it, they still made money.

In a few days, Zell went to the market to buy edible fries, and he found that the oil price had doubled.

Good guy, the market price is turbulent when eating a snack.

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Poluo Cafe has an hour and a half off at noon. Roy, who has been busy all morning, will go to the rest room upstairs to sleep for a while after lunch and feeding Poluo. After the bell rings three times in the afternoon, she will also call Zell to have some afternoon tea together.

Although I had been fishing all morning, Zell would not miss the lunch break, otherwise it would be too boring to be alone.

Roy used the rest room, so he sat on the sofa beside the door and closed his eyes to rest. This place has become his exclusive throne. From morning to night, he will basically sit here as soon as he is free.

But today he seems to be unable to sleep.

Not long after I closed my eyes, I heard a crisp sound of metal rolling and collision coming from behind.

Zell endured the yawn and came to the wall behind the sofa.

There was a hole in the wall, and a metal pipe was embedded inside. At the entrance of the pipe, a sound tube pod that had just fallen in was quietly waiting for him to open it.
Chapter completed!