Because they were sold so cheaply, fifty bowls of stewed stew and two hundred stewed ones were sold out, and the whole street miraculously became quiet again, and the turbulent flow of people disappeared again.
The peddlers, servants, officers and soldiers on the interface have all disappeared, leaving only the private rooms of high-end restaurants with red-faced officials changing glasses of wine.
The laughter of officials could be heard from time to time in the big restaurant.
At this time, a breeze blew by. Yun'er wiped her sweat with the back of her hand, looked at the empty street, and then looked at the money bag in her hand...
The little maid couldn't help but said blankly: "Master... this?"
The money from the half-price promotion was lost, but the expected sensation did not occur. The diners did not say it was delicious or not delicious, nor were they moved to tears.
The little maid was confused. Is this considered a success?
Shen Lie's eyes flashed with wisdom and he said softly: "Pack up the dishes and let's go!"
Looking at the anxious Yun'er, Shen Lie smiled slightly and pinched her tender face gently. Don't worry. In the catering industry, reputation cannot be built in a day.
Let the bullet fly a little longer.
Back at Bianyifang, Shen Lie and the others took some time off and started preparing ingredients for the next day. The busy day soon passed.
As night falls, the shop closes.
During the prosperous Ming Dynasty, the capital city was quiet and peaceful.
Evening, Shen family.
Sitting on the kang in the big room, Shen Lie lay comfortably on the quilt, put his legs together, pillowed his arms, and looked at Yun'er picking up the money bag.
Yun'er kept counting with a sad face...
"Master!"
The little maid pulled the abacus and said worriedly: "After counting the ingredients, firewood, rice, oil, salt, wages... I have lost more than two taels of silver in this day!"
Shen Lie quickly comforted him with a few words: "I know, I know."
When doing business, you will lose money first and then make money, and you will suffer first and then gain sweetness.
Yun'er looked over doubtfully.
Shen Lie couldn't help but blush and felt a little embarrassed. In fact, he himself was beginning to feel unsure. According to the rate of losing two taels of silver a day, his wife would...
I'm afraid it won't take long before I lose everything.
However, Shen Lie was big-hearted and soon became open-minded again, saying softly: "Go to sleep."
Yun'er responded: "Oh."
The little maid put down her money bag and walked to the penthouse next door worriedly.
Not long after.
A slight snoring sounded in the big room.
In the blink of an eye, it was three days later.
After three consecutive days of grand opening discounts at the alley, on the fourth day, Shen Lie still took a table, chairs and bench to occupy a seat at the alley early.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Shen Lie stirred the hot stew with a large spoon while beating a drum in his heart.
The half-price discount has ended. It means a lot to him whether these fifty bowls of braised pork belly can be sold at the original price.
He has basically staked all his capital. If the business fails, he will have no choice but to...become a porter.
When the time came, looking at the crowds pouring out from the inner city, Shen Lie gritted his teeth and shouted: "Broiled, braised and fired!"
There is nothing more to say now.
The success of the king and the defeat of the bandits only depends on today!
As the crowd poured out, the streets became bustling again, and soon a porter who was working as a coolie in a nearby warehouse hurried over.
The porter habitually sat down in front of Shen Lie's stall, counted six large coins from his arms, handed them to Yun'er, and whispered: "One bowl of braised pork, two roasted."
But Yun'er didn't answer. The little maid looked at Shen Lie, and then said softly: "Sir, today's stew... I got eight big bucks."
The porter was stunned and realized that the price of food at this stall had increased. He couldn't help but touch his money bag hesitantly, but he still got up and left, heading to the steamed bun shop nearby.
It seems that a porter cannot afford such a price.
There was a moment of silence in front of the stall. Everyone looked a little uneasy. Even Shen Lie was a little unconfident. He began to doubt in his heart. Could it be that the price was set too high?
Then a magical scene happened.
When Shen Lie was feeling worried, he saw the officials from the Ministry of Justice who had been eating lunch at the stall for three consecutive days hurried towards the stall.
The eager look on his face seemed to be that he was afraid that if he arrived too late, someone would take away the delicious braised pork belly.
Several government officials didn't even look at the price on the wooden board, so they sat down on the long chairs and waved to Shen Lie.
"Shopkeeper, it's still the same as before... Hurry up!"
But Shen Lie didn't move and winked at Yun'er.
Yun'er understood, and hurriedly squeezed out a timid smile, and said softly: "Masters, today's price is not the same as yesterday's."
Several government officials were stunned, then looked at the price with their necks tilted, and then became even more impatient: "Okay, hurry up."
That look seemed to say, isn't it just a few cents more expensive?
I can afford it!
“Not expensive!”
Yun'er and Shen Lie looked at each other, feeling ecstatic in their hearts.
That’s it!
Then, a sunny smile appeared on Shen Lie's honest and honest face, and he shouted again: "Three bowls of stew, six bowls of fire... Come on!"
What I didn't expect next was that something even more wonderful happened. As soon as the three government servants sat down, Shen Lie's stall was surrounded by a large group of people who appeared out of nowhere.
The braised dishes are sold in bowls, and the fire-cooked dishes are quickly exhausted, but the regular customers who have tasted the taste in the past few days are still coming in an endless stream.
Not long after.
The stall was surrounded by people on three floors inside and three outside. The only long table was full of people. Those who didn't have a seat simply squatted aside with braised food and a fire to eat.
There were so many people that it seemed that in the blink of an eye, there was no place to stand in front of the stall, and customers were still arriving one after another.
This scene made Shen Lie start to sweat on his forehead...
The braised and roasted BBQ is indeed a famous dish in the capital and one of the best in the world. After just three days of promotion, all the customers who tried it are addicted to it.
Shen Lie's business venture seems to be successful, and it seems to be too successful.
The fifty bowls of stewed stew and the two hundred stewed stews he had prepared were sold out in just a quarter of an hour, but the customers gathered around the stall refused to leave. They all looked at him eagerly and complained softly.
"Hey, sold out?"
"Hey, what's this? I got up early and rushed to a late market!"
The sudden increase in price did not stop the diners from showing favor, so a large number of diners who arrived late made noisy complaints.
Cold sweat broke out on Shen Lie's forehead, and he could only keep apologizing: "I'm sorry, please come back tomorrow... I'm sorry..."
"I'm so sorry!"
After finally appeasing these unwilling diners, Shen Lie wiped his sweat, looked at the diners who were still rushing in, and winked at Yun'er and the waiter.
What are you still doing?
Evacuate quickly!
If he doesn't leave, he's afraid that his sold-out stall will be overturned by dissatisfied diners, and he might even be beaten.
Have you ever seen a stall owner who was beaten because his business was too good and he didn't have enough sales?
So amid the dissatisfied complaints from the diners, Shen Lie obediently lowered his head with his tail between his legs, and slipped away with his maid and waiter without saying a word.
Back at the shop, Shen Lie was overjoyed. Looking at the confused Yun'er and the boy, he waved his hand: "Make two big pots and one hundred bowls tomorrow!"
