The uncle who sold baked cakes next to him was probably illiterate, and it wasn't until Zhou An opened the plastic bag on the red bucket that he suddenly realized, "Hehe, it turns out that the young man is selling snails!"

The uncle glanced at the mussel shells in the white bucket, and asked with a smile: "These mussel shells of yours are not going to be sold to customers with snails, right?"

Zhou An smiled, took a mussel shell in his hand, scooped a spoonful of snails with a spoon and put it in the mussel shell, and handed it to the uncle next to him.

"Uncle, my name is Anzi, give you a taste!"

The uncle who sold the baked cakes was stunned, and then took the snail handed over by Zhou An with a smile, picked one up, looked left and right, and suddenly asked Zhou An: "Alas, young man, you snail with a shell, and you don't prepare a toothpick, how can people eat it?"

"You take a sip and try it!"

Zhou An replied with a smile.

"Can this be sucked out?"

The uncle put the snail to his mouth suspiciously and sucked it, and there was a soft sound, the uncle was stunned, and then his mouth began to chew, and he looked at Zhou An in surprise, and gave a thumbs up and praised: "Not bad! Not bad, young man, you are doing a good job of snails! You can suck out the meat so easily, much better than the snail seller diagonally opposite! If every snail meat can be sucked out, it will be amazing!"

As he spoke, the uncle smiled and handed over two palm-sized small baked cakes to Zhou An, moved his gray eyebrows, and said to Zhou An: "Come, young man, the old man has tasted your snails, and you can also taste the old man's baked cakes I made!"

"Okay! Thank you, uncle!"

Zhou An chuckled and took the baked cake, smelled it, it was quite fragrant, took a bite and chewed a few bites, Zhou An's brows wrinkled imperceptibly.

He didn't expect this baked cake to smell very fragrant, but it tasted like chewing wax in his mouth, except for the taste of flour, if he wanted other flavors, he could only rely on his brain to make up.

Looking at the uncle next to him in surprise, Zhou An flashed a sentence in his heart: A handful of years old have lived to dogs!

The baked cake can be made so unpalatable, he has opened his eyes today!

But the uncle next to him didn't seem to have this consciousness, he was still looking at Zhou An expectantly, and when he saw Zhou An coming over, the uncle asked with a smile: "How is it?

Zhou An nodded again and again, and gave a thumbs up against his will, "Amazing! Uncle! Your craftsmanship is really amazing! Jiang is really old and spicy!"

"Hehe, it's been a prize!"

The old man waved his hands and humbled himself with a smug face, and the confident appearance of honey made Zhou An want to hold his forehead and sigh.

However, the old man's face still has to be given, not to mention, the uncle was also kind enough to give him two pieces of baked cakes, Zhou An tried his best to smile, and ate all the two pieces of baked cakes into his stomach.

looked at the diagonal opposite side, as the uncle said, there was also a stall selling spiced snails, the stall owner was a black and fat man, about fifty years old, when Zhou An looked over, he happened to see the guy's contemptuous smile.

Looking at the man's stall, and then at the two plastic buckets in front of him, Zhou An himself felt the gap between himself and his competitors.

Diagonally opposite, the snail seller, the stall is placed on an electric tricycle, and the car also puts a liquefied gas tank and a set of stoves, packing boxes and bags or something, everything is complete, not only sells spiced snails, but also has a big red plastic basin on the stall, which is filled with fried crayfish.

There is even a signboard on the electric car - fat lobster and spiced snails.

In contrast, Zhou An's stall is the difference between bandits and regular troops.

Just when Zhou An was observing the stall opposite, a pink electric car suddenly stopped in front of the stall, and the long-legged girl in the car said to the black and fat boss: "Boss!

The fat boss agreed with a smile on his face, scooped a snail into the pot, turned on the fire and heated it for a while, and then packed it for the long-legged girl and handed it to the girl.

Before packing, give people a warm ......

Zhou An was speechless, this big summer, not winter, is it necessary?

However, in terms of compulsion, the stall opposite is indeed selling more fanfare, which he can't compare with at present.

After dark, the flow of customers in the food street gradually increased, but Zhou An's business has not opened, and the competitor on the opposite side has sold three lobsters and five snails in this half an hour.

If there is no business with each other, Zhou An feels better, but seeing that the business of competitors is booming, but he is as cold as the old forest in the mountains, the taste is absolutely sour!

There is no harm if there is no contrast!

What made him even more upset was that even the uncle who sold baked cakes next to him had done two orders of business in more than half an hour......

"Hehe, young man, don't be discouraged! Business is not for you to do, you listen to the uncle! If you really want to do this business, hurry up tomorrow to buy some decent things, don't bring these mussel shells or anything, wholesale some packing boxes and ......"

"Give me two pancakes!"

The voice of a round-faced girl suddenly interrupted the uncle's words, the uncle was in good spirits, happily agreed, and was about to reach out to take the baked cake from the oven and give it to her, the round-faced girl's unintentional eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the snail in Zhou An's red bucket, and her eyes lit up for a moment.

"Wait! Uncle, I don't want any more baked cakes! Boss! How do you sell these five-spice snails? Bring me a copy!"

The round-faced girl took three steps and made two steps, and walked quickly to Zhou An's booth without looking back, looking a little excited, and swallowing saliva while asking the price.

Uncle Selling Baked Cakes: "......"

Zhou An: "......"

The hand that the uncle who sold the baked cakes stretched out to the oven stopped there, and the smile on his face froze on his face, staring blankly at the round-faced girl who didn't look back, and then at Zhou An, who had already reacted.

Zhou An didn't have time to say sorry to the uncle, and replied, "Fifteen yuan a piece", and he had already gone to get a spoon in his hand to prepare to fill her with snails.

"Eat it now, or take it away?"

"Eat it now! Fifteen servings? Okay! Get me one!"

"Okay! Wait!"

Zhou An took a mussel shell, neatly scooped a few spoonfuls of snails, and handed them to the girl in front of him.

The round-faced girl's small mouth opened slightly into an O-shape, looked at the mussel shell handed to her in disbelief, and then looked at Zhou An, who had a natural complexion, and said hesitantly: "Handsome guy! Are you sure you're not mistaken?

"Poof......

When the black fat man, the competitor diagonally opposite, heard this, he immediately burst out laughing.

At the cold noodle stall on Zhou An's left, the young man who was eating a bowl of cold noodles also laughed, and a cold noodle with good elasticity popped out of one of his nostrils very mischievously.