When Du Feiyu was empty during the day, he was thinking about the reason for the decline in sales last night.

The problem certainly won't be with the show.

Even if Bai Seventeen was replaced by Li Mubai, the effect of the flame was equally eye-catching.

It's just that Li Mubai's sentence "not bad" after eating the skewers has always hung on Du Feiyu's heart.

Old Duben hoped that he could at least say "it's delicious" or praise "delicious", but after he chewed two strings, he came to the conclusion that it was "not bad".

It seems that the problem is the taste.

So Lao Du baked two skewers by himself and tasted them. He found that although the taste was already within his expectations, there was still a long way to go before he felt delicious in one bite.

Du Feiyu frowned and thought about what went wrong.

In fact, what he didn't expect for a while was that the taste of the street stall snacks and home-cooked food was somewhat different.

The standard for home-cooked food to be delicious is to make people feel delicious enough after eating three or four bites, while the standard of street snacks is to grab people's taste buds with the first bite they eat.

Home-cooked food is about getting more and more filling, so eating well is the first priority, while street snacks are getting more and more hungry the more you eat, so the taste needs to be exciting enough and the creativity must be novel enough to survive.

I didn't figure it out about the skewers, and I didn't figure it out about the fans.

"Ah Bai, do you say this DIY idea is not good?

Du Feiyu asked the little fox a little unwillingly, he didn't believe that his sales idea would be in vain.

"Ideas are good, but there's just no one. ”

The fox repeated Du Feiyu's words without success, apparently still depressed by the fact that his paintings were not popular.

She stopped drawing now, but picked up needlework again, looking at the stall while sewing a unique blouse.

Halfway through the sewing, the summer breeze blew up dust and blindfolded her eyes. Her hand shook subconsciously, and the tip of the needle poked into her finger.

"Woo ......"

Bai blew his hair obviously, and then put down the needle.

"I don't think a noisy place like a night market might be suitable for DIY ideas......," she whispered, "who would stop and paint in such a crowded place?"

Du Feiyu sighed: "You mean to say that I made a mistake in judgment this time?"

Ah Bai hurriedly added: "The slave family didn't say that, sect master, you actually have your own ideas, and this judgment is not necessarily wrong...... It's just, it's just not happening yet. That's what I mean. ”

After listening to this, Du Feiyu was relieved and helpless in his heart.

Sometimes, he doesn't actually want Bai to be so tolerant of himself.

But she always used her gentleness to tolerate Du Feiyu's mistakes. Every time he tolerates and undertakes, he will have a familiar sense of guilt.

It's the feeling of owing a lot of money.

Du Feiyu shook his head and said: "A mistake is a mistake." In this case, we should have to make some adjustments. Paper Fan ...... Perhaps only as an add-on. ”

"What does the Sect Master think?"

"Where did I get so many ideas? Du Feiyu smiled bitterly, "People always have a time of difficulty, right? Fortunately, our turnover is not low, so we can only take one step at a time." ”

Du Feiyu's meaning is obvious, that is, to observe for another day or two, if the situation still does not improve tonight, or even tomorrow night, then you really have to think of a way.

That's what business is, no one tells you what the right answer is. Whether it's right or wrong, you can only know if you leave.

When the time finally came at night, Du Feiyu lit the fire and grilled the skewers, still trying to make the scene hot, and Ah Bai and Li Mubai were still the same.

The sales of meat skewers have not stagnated, and Du Feiyu is very confident that it will hit better sales.

He seemed to work harder than he had done the previous two days, so hard that at some point he felt like he was about to become an acrobatic clown.

Tired.

This word flashed in Du Feiyu's heart, but he quickly kicked this fragile synonym away from his heart.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, making an incomparably joyful expression with all his might.

It was as if the arms and body were no longer their own, and everything seemed to be integrated into the night market. The Sect Master of the Extreme Dao Sect is like a distant dream, he is now a merchant of skewers.

"There will be a big success tonight!" Du Feiyu thought.

However, a gentle complaint penetrated into his ears at this moment:

"Tsk, what Tai Chi skewers, it seems to taste like that. ”

"Well, yes. It's bells and whistles, but it's still the one in front of me that is better grilled. ”

Several customers are holding a skewer and chatting with each other while eating.

Obviously, this sentence was not intended to be said to Du Feiyu.

But unintentionally negative evaluation is the biggest blow to a person.

Fortunately, Du Feiyu has lived for so long, and he has not suffered a lot of blows, and his nerves have already become thicker. When I heard this, I only "sighed" in my heart.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the taste.

The merchant relied on the goods for three points and the blowing for seven points, which restricted him from taking a step up the ladder, and now it still appears on the goods.

Craftsmanship needs to be accumulated, and it is the secret of the trader, just like the quality of the goods.

This is the most core thing, Du Feiyu thought he had seen it through, but now it seems that he is still a little short of it.

At the end of the night market on the third day, the sales of kebabs stayed at four or five hundred skewers. Compared to yesterday, the sales volume has not changed too significantly.

It seems that the benefits of killing "living guests" have already been eaten. Fresh things will definitely not be fresh all the time, Du Feiyu knows this truth.

Of course, after hearing those comments, Lao Du already had expectations in his heart. So after the sales results were calculated, he didn't have a frustrated expression.

Because he knows, it is better to know the problem than to be in the dark. There are so many masters on the market, and it is not difficult to learn a one-and-a-half-trick style.

After all, for people like Du Feiyu who started from cultivation, stealing martial arts is already a traditional art.

On the other hand, Ah Bai also made a settlement for the handicraft fans sold.

"There was a couple who came to paint fans and sold two, and I sold three fans, a total of five. ”

It's super easy and straightforward, so clear that you can count it on one hand.

Du Feiyu spread his hands, probably meaning that there might be no play.

Ah Bai just sighed softly, but there was nothing to say.

Her Dao heart was no weaker than that of the sect master.

Yesterday, she was anxious to be recognized, and when she saw that everyone didn't appreciate it, she was in a bad mood.

Tonight, she simply let go of this heart and went to do what she liked, and guarding the stall became a good errand.

Li Mubai smoked a cigarette under the street lamp, and when it was time to get off work, he left directly.

Du Feiyu couldn't help but think that maybe standing near the combination of himself and Ah Bai, Lao Li would feel embarrassed.

After all, he, Du Feiyu and Ah Bai, spoke to each other, often speaking freely.

He always said that Li Mubai was very lonely, but if he and Ah Bai were only regarded as one person, then he would probably give the impression that he was also very lonely.

Just living alone in a world of one person and one fox.

What are you doing with all this uselessness? Du Feiyu shook his head and said to Ah Bai:

"It's okay, the money you can't earn today, we'll earn it back for him tomorrow!"

"Good!"

Ah Bai whispered and cheered, and leaned softly on Du Feiyu's chest:

"The slave family is sleepy. ”

......

Ah Bai returned to Du Feiyu's arms this night, but Du Feiyu was dreaming of selling 2,000 skewers of barbecue.

When he was half-asleep and half-awake in the early morning, Du Feiyu only felt that his neck was sore, and his head seemed to be pressed by something and he couldn't get up.

Du Feiyu only felt that his breath was not smooth, and he smelled a hint of animal aroma on the tip of his nose, so he subconsciously raised his hand to take off the things on his face.

Unexpectedly, this grasp only caught Ah Bai's delicate and gripable waist.

Ah Bai was afraid of itching, so when he touched it like this, he writhed a few times in his sleep. Her soft and smooth belly ran over Du Feiyu's face, Du Feiyu didn't feel comfortable, only felt more pain in her neck.

"Hmm...... The slave family has a tail......"

"Ah Bai, you can't sleep on my face...... Ahh

"Hmm?...... I hate it......"

"Don't plug my nostrils with your belly button...... Hmmm...... It's murder, murder!"

Du Feiyu was in a hurry, supported his hands, and finally pulled his head out from under Ah Bai's oppressed body.

Ah Bai didn't sleep well, and suddenly rolled off the tricycle and fell on the grill with a "bang".

"Whew......"

Ah Bai covered his head, sleepy-eyed, the neckline of his T-shirt fell to the side, and he roared in annoyance.

"I've all turned into human form, why do you still like to sleep on my face? The human cervical spine is very fragile. ”

"Hmm...... The slave family didn't mean it......"

Ah Bai slowly got up and touched the ground with his hand.

"Huh...... Wet?"

Du Feiyu finally woke up from his sleep.

He heard the sound of raindrops hitting the ceiling of the utility room.

The one and the fox looked at each other in the dark, and sighed in unison.

"It's raining. ”

......

The rain meant that the stall business would be greatly affected, and all the previous grand performances could not be done.

Du Feiyu knew that it was useless to be angry at this time.

God doesn't always make people happy, which Du Feiyu realized when he drew the lottery.

The rain shows no signs of stopping. A rain in the dry season was so intermittent and endless.

There was no way, Du Feiyu had no choice but to take out the big umbrella that he had ordered with money before, insert it on the tricycle, and drive towards the Huayang Night Market.