On a bustling street in the county seat of Zhongxian County, there is a rice noodle shop that is almost exactly the same as "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles", both on the outside and on the inside, including the waiter's clothes and hats. www.biquge.info If you don't look at the signboard of the rice noodle shop and walk in directly, the average diner will probably think that they have walked into the branch of "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles" in Zhongxian.

Of course, this is not a "Sister-in-law Zeng's rice noodles", but Wang Bo's neighbors, Chen Jiliang, Chen Kun's family parroted, and Handan toddlers tinkered with "Brother Chen's rice noodles" for a month or two.

It has been more than a month since "Chen Ge Rice Noodles" opened. From the preparation, site selection, decoration, and furniture needed to buy rice noodle shops before the opening, because Chen Kun's uncle has some connections in Zhongxian County, and with the guidance of Li Cui, a veteran employee who has been working in "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles" for half a year, on the whole, it is quite smooth. Although there is no comparison with the high standards of "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles" that are not inferior to "McDonald's" and "KFC" in terms of grade, however, compared with the above, there is more than enough, compared with Zhang Xiaojun's "Sister Jiang Rice Noodles" who once "painted tigers and cannot become anti-dogs" and other large and small rice noodle shops in Zhongxian County, in terms of hardware and waiters' service standards and service awareness, at least 80% of the skills of "Zeng's Sister-in-law Rice Noodles" and the popularity of "Chen Ge Rice Noodles" Bu caused a lot of sensation in the local area as soon as it opened. On the day of the opening, although it could not be said that it was crowded with people, it was difficult to find one, but the forty or fifty seats in the lobby of the rice noodle shop were basically full, leaving no room left! made a very good start, so that that night, Chen Jiliang, Zou Jiazhi, Chen Kun, Li Cui, Li Cui, Li Cui's old man Li Zhonghua, and his mother Wei Longhua, the two entrepreneurial veterans, bought several kinds of roast meat, cold dishes, and braised vegetables, and dragged a box of beer, to celebrate the opening together, and make a fortune in the future!

However, the good times were short-lived!

Because the two families think that their own "Brother Chen rice noodles" are the same "high-end, atmospheric, and high-grade" as "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles", in terms of pricing, they also follow the "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles", two or two yuan, three two or three yuan. However, the taste of "Brother Chen's rice noodles" is due to the lack of Wang Bo's painstaking research for two or three years in his previous life, and the three most critical secret recipes, spicy seeds and broth, are made by the two families themselves, and the taste of "Brother Chen's rice noodles" is not at all as unique as "Zeng's sister-in-law's rice noodles", which makes people have endless aftertastes That kind of lump is a lump, full of fighting, but little by little, it seems stingy and stingy, so the grand occasion on the opening day lasted less than half a month, and then it began to go downhill, and day by day was not as good as day by day. At present, even at the peak of dining, the attendance rate of "Brother Chen Rice Noodles" is only half, except for some young people who pay attention to the dining environment and don't care about the price, most of them have come in and tasted it once, but they are unwilling to come again.

The ordinary people of China are realistic and realistic, and what they pursue is cheap and good. "Brother Chen's rice noodles" are not cheap and the goods are not beautiful, how can business be booming?

The door is cold, the business is not good, it didn't take a week, the original ambition of the two families who were smiling and smiling is gone, and the smile is fading, looking at the increasingly depressed business, it is so anxious that it is a tongue sore, the corners of the mouth are blistering, and sighing all day long.

"Otherwise, let's reduce the price, and it will be the same as the rice noodle shops around. One day, after closing, when the two families were eating together, facing a table of two families who were silent and had no laughter, Li Cui suddenly proposed.

"Is the price reduction the same as the surroundings?" Chen Kun's mother Zou Jiazhi was immediately stunned, "I'm afraid it won't work! The current business was originally (poor), if the price is reduced and a bowl is less than five jiao, then it will not be a loss to Tang Jiatuo (a great loss)? I owe sixty or seventy thousand yuan to open this rice noodle shop, and I don't know if it will be paid back in the Year of the Monkey!" Zou Jiazhi frowned, sighed, and immediately objected.

"Sister Zou, you see, the business in our store was still very good during the opening period, and now there are fewer and fewer customers, I think most of them just think that our prices are too high, five or five corners higher than outside. Once we reduce the price, with our luxurious decoration, business should be better. As long as there are many people who eat, small profits and quick turnover, it is still very profitable. It's better than not dying now. Seeing that his daughter's proposal was opposed by Zou Jiazhi as soon as it came up, Wei Longhua was displeased and was busy explaining to his daughter.

"But isn't it too much to drop five jiao in one bowl? Why don't you drop two jiao first?" Zou Jiazhi said, but his eyes were looking at his husband Chen Jiliang and son Chen Kun.

Chen Jiliang was smoking a leaf cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't speak, when he suddenly made a "bia chirp", and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm to the side of the floor that had just been mopped clean. When Chen Kun saw it, his face darkened suddenly, and he said unhappily: "Old man, tell you to spit out the phlegm into the trash can, or spit out in the toilet, why don't you listen to it? There are no guests now, if the guests see it, the ghost will come to you to eat!!"

Chen Kun's old man, Chen Jiliang, has a lot of phlegm because he often smokes leaf cigarettes, but he has been used to spitting all his life, even if Chen Kun and Zou Jiazhi's mother and son have corrected it many times, it is difficult to correct it for a while.

"Isn't there no guest now?" Chen Jiliang, who was counted down by his son in front of his old friend's family, frowned and felt very unhappy in his heart.

"Some guests are also scared away by you!" Chen Kun threw down a sentence angrily, stood up, went to the toilet, and began to take the mop to drag the thick phlegm that his old man spit on the ground.

"Eh, what kind of attitude do you have? Day/Damn, is there a little size?" Chen Jiliang immediately slapped the table and the horse's face, and roared at Chen Kun's back.

Li Zhonghua's family saw that the two masters in front of them had a dispute because of a mouthful of thick phlegm, and hurriedly came up to play a round, Wei Longhua stabbed Li Cui next to him with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Quickly take the mop and drag the ground!"

Under the persuasion of Li Zhonghua, Wei Longhua, and Zou Jiazhi, Chen Kun, who was so angry that he didn't want to eat, finally sat back again. The first thing he said when he sat down at the table was:

"The price will be reduced from tomorrow, two two and one yuan and five yuan, and three and two yuan. Mom, Yiha'er went to a nearby stationery store to buy two pieces of rice paper, brushes and ink. ”

"If you want it, you have to get it! Let's reduce the price for a while, but it really can't be done, and then we will raise the price. Before Zou Jiazhi could speak, Wei Longhua was busy echoing.

Chen Jiliang didn't speak, but the leaf smoke in his mouth became bright and dark, and it burned more violently.

The next day, the price of "Brother Chen's rice noodles" began to return to the level of ordinary rice noodles in Zhongxian County, that is, two two and one yuan and five yuan, three and two yuan.

Not to mention, as soon as the price dropped, there were 20% more people who came in to eat that day than usual. This made the faces of the two partners, who had not smiled for more than half a month, rekindle a smile of hope.

With the news of the price reduction of "Brother Chen Rice Noodles" passed on one after another, the business of "Brother Chen Rice Noodles" began to slowly improve, although it was not as "hot" as it was in the opening days, but compared with the backwater pool some time ago, it can also be said to have come back to life.

However, the good times did not last long - and the good times did not last long, and Chen Kun's old man, Chen Jiliang, paid the price for his "spitting", a very heavy price.

It was a sunny day. Chen Jiliang, who was in charge of making rice noodles in the back kitchen, chatted with Li Zhonghua, who was also making rice noodles, while braving the enthusiastic rice noodles, and soon after, the addiction to cigarettes attacked, so he began to take out leaf cigarettes and light them with a lighter, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog while making rice noodles.

It didn't take long for a fashionably dressed middle-aged lady to walk into the back kitchen with a bowl, and just walked in the door, just about to call the cook wearing a high white hat in front of her to add more oil and spicy seeds to her bowl, when she heard a "bia chirp", a yellow whirring bubbled liquid flew directly towards the fur on her body like a cruise missile.

"Mom-" A scream, the middle-aged lady in fur immediately let out a scream like killing a pig, and the rice noodle bowl in her hand also "helped", fell to the ground, oil and water splashed, and the pair of boots on the lady's feet that had only been worn for two days made a mess.

Seeing the yellow thick phlegm on the fur lady's furry collar, Chen Jiliang, the initiator, was stunned on the spot.

"Sister, sister, yes, I'm sorry! I'll wipe it clean for you!" Chen Jiliang, who was frightened, stammered, and subconsciously picked up a black and oily rag on the desk, which was used to wipe the table, and wanted to rub the thick phlegm on the collar of the fur lady who didn't know whether it was mink hair, rabbit hair or other hair.

"Crawl! Climb farther for the old lady—!" exclaimed the fur lady as she tilted her head to take off her fur. Just one glance at the thick yellow phlegm on the side of her chin almost threw up.

The fur lady's cry was like killing a pig, and soon attracted Chen Kun, who was the cashier at the front desk, to the back kitchen.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?" Chen Kun, who came in, hurriedly rushed to the fur lady who was undressing, and the second monk said puzzledly.

"I, I accidentally spit on her. Chen Kun's old man Chen Jiliang had a white face, and he looked forward to Ai Ai's words. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the fur lady in front of him throw the fur she had taken off on her head.

"The old lady bought this fur in Hong Kong, 8888 yuan, Hong Kong dollars! (To be continued.) )