Chapter 176 Little master, can you give me a face?
In the next more than a week, there were still not many diners who came to Xu Tongdao's restaurant to order a full set of whole sheep feast. Sometimes one table could be sold in one night, sometimes two or three tables in one night, and one night
Not even a table can be sold.
A whole-sheep feast costing 188 yuan per table is too expensive for many people.
After all, Shazhou is a small county town, and there are still not enough wealthy people here.
But most of the diners who came to his restaurant and had the whole lamb feast gave positive reviews.
Xu Tongdao's whole-sheep feast encountered the embarrassing situation of being well received but not well received.
However, in the past week or so, although there have been very few people ordering a full set of whole sheep feasts, more and more diners are ordering one or two dishes from the whole sheep feast menu every day.
Most diners simply cannot afford the price of a whole-sheep feast, not that they really don’t want to eat a whole-sheep feast.
Tongdao Xu noticed that the owner of a nearby cigarette shop came over every night to pick two dishes from the whole sheep feast menu and take them away.
After more than a week, the young boss also tasted all twelve dishes of the whole sheep feast.
There is also a middle-aged fat man with a bald head. Xu Tongdao doesn’t know where this fat man comes from. Almost every day or two, he comes to him and orders a lamb and scorpion pot, two or three cold dishes, and a bottle of Erguotou.
, and then he was eating and drinking alone.
Tongdao Xu noticed several similar repeat customers.
This is reflected in the daily turnover of the store. In the past week or so, although his store has not sold many tables of the full set of whole sheep banquet, the daily turnover has been increasing day by day.
The weather is still very cold, and more and more people are wearing down jackets and cotton-padded jackets on the street. The popularity of the entire red light street is still bleak at night, and the popularity of Xu Tongdao's shop has not increased much.
But the daily turnover is rising little by little.
The night before the whole sheep feast was launched, his store only sold about 100 yuan a night.
Increased to more than three hundred.
The next night, because another whole-sheep feast was sold, the sales that night increased again, with more than 400 sold.
In the next few days, even if he didn't sell a single whole-sheep feast that night, his turnover for one night was still two to three hundred.
On the night of selling the whole sheep feast, the turnover was twice between four and five hundred, and once it was more than eight hundred.
Now, more than a week has passed.
The turnover of his store has been over 500 for three consecutive nights.
Therefore, the whole sheep feast he introduced is still useful.
In addition to making him work harder, at least he doesn't have to worry about losing money in the winter months. According to Xu Tongdao's estimation, not only will he not lose money, but he should also be able to earn some money every month.
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That evening, Comrade Xu was cooking in the kitchen. There were two tables of customers sitting in the restaurant. One table had just arrived and he had not yet prepared the dishes he had ordered.
Making a pot of lamb and scorpion.
The dish was very fragrant. He was making the final condiments when Xu Tonglin suddenly led Mr. Zhang into the kitchen.
"Xiaodao! Mr. Zhang is here."
Xu Tonglin shouted.
Comrade Xu was busy seasoning and did not look back immediately. He asked casually: "Who is Mr. Zhang?"
After all, more than a week had passed, and he couldn't always remember Mr. Zhang who brought his old mother to his place for a whole-sheep feast.
Tongdao Xu thought that since Mr. Zhang had already brought his old mother to have a whole-sheep feast, he would probably not come again in the future.
At least in the short term, I probably won't come again.
After all, his old mother's regrets have been made up for.
"Little master, are you the owner of this store?"
Mr. Zhang's voice came from behind.
Tongdao Xu sounded familiar. He turned around subconsciously and saw Mr. Zhang's familiar handsome face. Tongdao Xu was surprised, "Is it you? Are you going to have another whole-sheep feast tonight?"
After asking this question, Comrade Xu immediately turned back, finished the last seasoning, scooped out some soup with a spoon, and tasted it.
"No! Little Master, I didn't come here to have a whole-sheep feast today. I just wanted to discuss it with you. I wonder if you can give me some face."
Mr. Zhang walked up to Comrade Xu and said these words with a complicated smile.
It just so happened that Comrade Xu had also adjusted the flavor of the sheep and scorpions in the pot. Hearing this, he smiled and put the sheep and scorpions in the pot into a small copper pot with a frying spoon, and said: "Mr. Zhang, tell me! I
Listen!"
Mr. Zhang: "My mother will have an operation tomorrow, and the result... is hard to say. So, I want to pack another steamed mutton dumpling from you for her to try before the operation tomorrow, but the operation time is tomorrow morning.
, I asked, your place is closed during the day, so this is what I want to discuss with you. Look... can you give me this face? Sell me a freshly baked mutton steamed dumpling tomorrow morning?
I can give you double, triple, or quadruple the money, as long as you are willing to do me this favor."
The sheep and scorpions have all been put into the small copper pot.
Comrade Xu also listened to Mr. Zhang’s request.
After listening, Comrade Xu couldn't help but look at Mr. Zhang again.
Although Mr. Zhang only said so much, Mr. Xu still understood what Mr. Zhang was thinking. Mr. Zhang was probably afraid that his mother would not be able to get off the operating table this time, so he thought of buying it from him before the operation.
A portion of steamed mutton dumplings to honor my old mother...
After all, his old mother said that the steamed mutton dumplings here taste very much like what his father used to make.
It would be fine if the operation went well, but if it failed, she might never be able to eat again.
Comrade Xu had seen similar things before.
Some people who are seriously ill may be able to walk on their own, go to the toilet, and even eat one or two bowls of rice before the operation, but when they get on the operating table... they die directly on the operating table.
"Would you like something fresh from the oven?"
Comrade Xu narrowed his eyes and asked Mr. Zhang.
Mr. Zhang's expression was heavy, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile and nodded, "Yes! The fresher, the better! Do you think it's okay?"
Tongdao Xu breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and squeezed out a smile, "Of course! Mr. Zhang, I understand your thoughts, I won't say anything else, I will take your order, I promise tomorrow morning
I will buy some fresh mutton and make the freshest mutton steamed dumplings for your mother. By the way, when will you pick it up tomorrow morning?"
Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand to shake Xu's hand and express his gratitude, but saw that Xu was still holding the wok in his left hand and the frying spoon in his right hand.
But this didn't bother him. He temporarily put his outstretched hands around Comrade Xu and said gratefully: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you very much! 7 o'clock! I'll pick it up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, you see.
Isn’t it a bit short of time?”
7 o'clock……
Very early indeed.
This means that Comrade Xu wants to start chopping mutton and making dumplings before dawn, but since he just agreed, he will not regret it.
A grown man can't talk like he's farting.
"Seven o'clock, right? Hit! Mr. Zhang, please come and get it at this time tomorrow! I will definitely not miss you, don't worry!"