Since Dongmei's mother started to help Dongmei sell food, Dongmei has become even more powerful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Soon, the second stall in the farmers' market, the white-faced aunt who sells xiaolongbao, is struggling.

Dongmei can sell dozens of steamed buns every day, but the white-faced aunt can only sell a few cages of steamed buns.

Because Dongmei's buns are delicious and beautiful, and Dongmei herself is not only clean and enthusiastic, but also white, so her diners are in a flock, and Xiaolongbao is also sold in short supply.

And the white-faced aunt's xiaolongbao can't be sold, not only can it be sold, but even her eight-treasure porridge can't be sold.

After persisting for a while, the white-faced aunt finally chose to quit and disappeared from the farmer's market.

She was completely eliminated by Dongmei, defeated, and eliminated.

The farmer's market, especially the food stalls, is definitely a place where the law of the jungle eats the strong.

A person who sells good food will always have a good business, while a person who sells bad food can't turn over no matter how hard he tries.

The white-faced aunt also saw that she couldn't compete with Dongmei, so she took the initiative to leave here and open up a new market.

I saw that this morning, it was extremely dry and cold, and a place suddenly vacated between the red-faced aunt who sold meat buns in the first house and Dongmei, who sold xiaolongbao.

Dongmei and Sister-in-law Tan found out at the same time that the white-faced aunt did not come.

Sister-in-law Tan said to Dongmei very surely: "Dongmei, have you seen it, the white-faced aunt who sells xiaolongbao didn't come today." “

Dongmei looked at the empty position and said: "She usually goes out of the stall every day, and basically doesn't rest, is it that she is sick today, so she didn't come to the stall." “

Sister-in-law Tan shook her head and said, "No, she will definitely quit." “

"No, won't you?" Dongmei couldn't believe it.

Sister-in-law Tan said affirmatively: "I heard before that the white-faced aunt is not going to get it here, but she really moved away today." “

Dongmei couldn't believe it and said: "No, I saw her, she was still smiling yesterday, why did she leave today." “

Sister-in-law Tan said: "It must be that the profit is not good, otherwise, she will not leave." “

Dongmei said: "Although her buns can't be sold anymore, there are still millet porridge, eight-treasure porridge, bowl trays, Zichang pancakes and so on."

Sister-in-law Tan said: "Xiaolong buns are the main business, if this one can't sell for money, the others can't sell well." “

Dongmei shook her head and said: "At the beginning, when I decided to come here to sell steamed buns, I didn't think about forcing her away, hey, people rely on selling steamed buns to support a family of four, we just want to rely on selling steamed buns to achieve a career, so we forced people away, isn't it not too kind." “

Sister-in-law Tan said: "What's unkind, the market is an invisible lever, if you are weak, she will be strong, if you are strong, she will be weak, your buns sell well, you can eliminate her, that is your ability, and at the same time, it is also a market law of survival of the fittest." “

Dongmei said: "The law of this market is too cruel, last year, although my buns sold well, but she can continue, at least there is a profit, but this year, since my mother came to help, her bun business, obviously not good, we don't want to force her away, but also helpless." “

Sister-in-law Tan said: "Dongmei, you and your mother sell food together, it is really a mother and daughter of the same heart, and its profits are golden, and you must do one line and eliminate one line." No, you plug in the wrinkled Hanzhong hot rice and squeeze that stinky girl away. “

After the wrinkled face started spring, he launched a specialty of his hometown, Hanzhong hot rice skin, which can be regarded as turning losses into profits and stabilizing his foothold.

Otherwise, she will definitely be like a white-faced aunt, brutally eliminated by the laws of the market.

Dongmei looked not far away, she was in a hurry, making a wrinkled face of hot rice skin, and then said to Sister-in-law Tan: "I really don't know how to do this thing of hot rice skin." “

Sister-in-law Tan said: "As long as you learn, you will definitely be able to do it, and there is no problem with her." “

Sister-in-law Tan is right, if Dongmei makes up her mind to learn, with Dongmei's talent and research and development ability, there is no problem in mastering the practice of hot rice noodles in Hanzhong.

However, seeing that he has already squeezed out one family, if he squeezes out another family, then Dongmei really can't bear it.

Sister-in-law Tan saw that Dongmei didn't speak, she said: "I'm mainly fighting alone now, otherwise I will definitely be a hot rice peel in Hanzhong and eliminate my wrinkled face." “

Dongmei said, "What about Lianhong, hasn't she been helping you?"

Sister-in-law Tan whispered: "Lianhong is pregnant, but I don't want it, so I have a miscarriage." “

Hearing this, Dongmei nodded, and said in her heart, since she is pregnant, then she has to be, good or bad is a life, what a pity to beat it.

In order to make sure that the white-faced mother-in-law was really gone, Dongmei asked the red-faced mother-in-law who sold meat sandwiches and buns, and said, "Sister-in-law Li, where is the white-faced mother-in-law who sells xiaolongbao next to me, is she really quitting?"

When the red-faced aunt saw Dongmei coming, she was busy covering the cakes and meat she baked, for fear that Dongmei would learn a trick and a half.

She nodded and said: "The white-faced aunt chooses to be next to you, and you, the big demon king, sell the same food, it is simply self-defeating, I told her before, if you don't innovate, if you don't launch new food, then you will definitely be eliminated, but, the white-faced aunt she doesn't believe me, she has to defeat you, this is good, not only did she not defeat you, but she defeated herself, and walked away......

Hearing that the white-faced aunt was really gone, Dongmei sighed and said, "Sister-in-law Li, to be honest, I really didn't want to squeeze her out, after all, she eats this bowl of rice, and I smashed other people's rice bowls, and it won't do me any good." “

Seeing Dongmei walking up to her, the red-faced aunt who sold meat buns said in fright: "Dongmei, don't you steal my skills in selling meat buns, if you get involved in the meat bun industry, my life is probably not easy, one day, I will be like the white-faced aunt, you will squeeze me away." “

Hearing this, Dongmei gasped and said: "Everyone is a woman, since we can come to this farmer's market, I am exposed to the wind and sun all day long, sweating, and paying so much, it must be for the family, for the children, for myself, I Dongmei is the same, I don't think about who to participate in, and I don't maliciously want to squeeze anyone out, I just do my job well, and strive to make it perfect and exquisite......"

Dongmei returned to her stall in a very low mood.

She thought, if she had known that the white-faced aunt was leaving, she might as well reduce the shipment of xiaolongbao and leave her a way out?

Sister-in-law Tan next to her seemed to see the concerns in Dongmei's heart, and she persuaded Dongmei: "Dongmei, I know that you are a kind woman, but if you don't squeeze out the white-faced aunt, the white-faced aunt will squeeze you away, have you forgotten what she said before, she swore that she would win you, but now?"

Dongmei said, "Okay!"

Sister-in-law Tan said: "Dongmei, didn't you say that there is a bad thing in the good things, and there is a good thing in the bad things, maybe you squeezed out the white-faced aunt, the tree died, the person moved, and the white-faced aunt said goodbye to the losses here, and in a different place, you can also make great achievements and open up a world of your own?"

My sister-in-law's words made Dongmei's heart feel a little better.

However, in the following days, Dongmei still used her strong strength to invisibly force Zhao Yanbo's mother, who sold pasta, to withdraw from the last row of the farmers' market.

Because the hemp food, knife-cut noodles, Zhenzi noodles, and fried noodles sold by Dongmei directly coincided with the noodles sold by Zhao Yanbo's mother, the two unconsciously competed.

Dongmei's already good noodles, coupled with the fact that she constantly improved the quality of the noodles under the guidance of her mother, caused Zhao Yanbo's mother to slowly begin to be unable to resist.

I saw that every noon, all diners who like to eat noodles will gather in front of Dongmei's stall.

As for Zhao Yanbo's mother's stall, there are very few customers, unless Dongmei is too busy, or the guests wait too long, they will go to Zhao Yanbo's mother to eat noodles.

Zhao Yanbo's mother, who felt a serious crisis, couldn't bear it anymore, so she took the initiative to come over to talk to Dongmei.

At noon, when Dongmei sold almost all of the prepared pasta, and counted the money happily, Zhao Yanbo's mother led Zhao Yanbo and walked over with a large pot of noodles.

When Sister-in-law Tan saw Zhao Yanbo's mother coming, she immediately gave Dongmei a look and said, "Dongmei, someone is coming." “

Hearing that someone was coming, Dongmei reflexively said, "I'm sorry, the noodles have been sold out, welcome to come next time." “

After Dongmei finished speaking, no one answered.

Dongmei was stunned, raised her head, and saw Zhao Yanbo's mother, with her son Zhao Yanbo, holding two large basins of noodles, standing in front of her in a daze.

Dongmei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Sister Zhao, who are you?"

Zhao Yanbo's mother suddenly cried out and said: "My man has no ability, he has worked in the drilling team for a year, and when he comes back, the money is all won by his colleagues playing cards, if I don't do business, Zhao Yanbo and his sister will starve to death......

Dongmei listened to Zhao Yanbo's mother's crying, and said speechlessly: "Then you can do business well, and then let the child and his father play less cards." “

Zhao Yanbo's mother wiped her tears and said: "The child's father is in the drilling team, and he can't go home a few times throughout the year, and I can't manage it at all, so I can only do my business well, but it's ......."

Saying that, Zhao Yanbo's mother put two large pots of noodles in front of Dongmei, and cried bitterly: "Since you started selling hemp food, knife-cut noodles, fried noodles, and Zhenzi noodles, these noodles of mine are not selling as well as day by day, and now, my noodles can't sell a few bowls at all, if this continues, I will definitely be the same as the white-faced aunt, I have to go home, I have to leave, but the white-faced aunt can go to other places to develop, and my family is here, I have to take care of the children to school, I have nowhere to go......"

As she spoke, Zhao Yanbo's mother cried with a handful of snot and tears.

After listening to Zhao Yanbo's mother's cry, Dongmei finally understood the reason.

It turned out that her noodles were selling too well, which directly caused Zhao Yanbo's mother's noodles to not sell.

Dongmei felt an invisible pressure again.

She explained to Zhao Yanbo's mother: "Sister Zhao, I really didn't mean to squeeze you out, and I didn't prepare much pasta at noon every day, just a little bit, and when it was sold out, I wouldn't make new ......."

Before Dongmei finished speaking, Zhao Yanbo's mother interrupted Dongmei's words and said: "Although you don't prepare many noodles, but the people who eat noodles at noon every day are just a little bit, all of them are workers from Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningxia, and you are from Guanzhong, everyone knows that the noodles made by Guanzhong people are better, better than those made by us Henan people, so everyone goes to you to eat, even if you don't have it, don't go to my place to eat......"

Dongmei was speechless, she looked at Zhao Yanbo's mother and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"

Zhao Yanbo's mother stroked her son's head and said, "As long as you can sell me a little bit of the noodles you prepared, and sell me the secret recipe together, don't let me go out of business." “

As she spoke, Zhao Yanbo's mother stopped crying, and looked at Dongmei with embarrassed eyes.

Sister-in-law Tan, who was busy packing up her things next to her, heard Zhao Yanbo's mother's words, and immediately stood up and said: "Sister Zhao, I have seen a shameless person, but I have never seen such a shameless person as you. “

Sister-in-law Tan said that Zhao Yanbo's mother was very embarrassed, she simply sat down and covered her face with her sleeves.

Dongmei breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Yanbo's mother and said: "Actually, I make noodles, there is really no secret recipe and method, I just rely on my feelings, I feel that it is right, I will do it, if it doesn't feel right, I won't do it." “

Zhao Yanbo's mother said in disbelief: "Then why do your noodles sell so well, but my noodles can't sell?"

Dongmei was speechless when she asked, she didn't know how to explain it, and after thinking about it for a long time, she said: " Sister Zhao, have you ever heard of Handan toddler, you have your walking posture, I have my walking posture, maybe your walking posture is beautiful, my walking posture is not beautiful, but as long as we all insist on our walking posture, and keep persevering, it will definitely become a style, as long as it becomes a style, it will become beautiful, and you give up your own style, come to learn my style, and in the end learn a four dislikes, that is more than worth the loss?"

Zhao Yanbo's mother couldn't raise her head because of Dongmei's argument.

She saw that it was impossible to ask for the secret recipe from Dongmei, so she cried, led her son, and went back to pack her things.

Dongmei looked at the back of Zhao Yanbo's mother who was far away, and suddenly thought of the white-faced aunt who had just left before.

I heard that she didn't mix well in the new place, if Zhao Yanbo's mother was squeezed away by herself again, wouldn't she become the target of public criticism?

Instead of competing with everyone one by one, it is better to do some self-sacrifice.

So, Dongmei made a bold decision to cut her love, as long as the pasta she sold coincided with Zhao Yanbo's mother, she would remove it from the shelves and not sell it.

In the end, Dongmei's pasta became two kinds, one is oily noodles, and the other is oily noodles.

When Dongmei removed a lot of noodles from the shelves, Zhao Yanbo's mother, who was already preparing to go home, suddenly found that her business was good and stood up.

At first, she thought that her craft had improved, so business would improve, but it wasn't until she heard the conversation of the diners at the table that she understood.

"The woman who sells xiaolongbaozi, why is it that she only sells two kinds of noodles now, such delicious hemp food, knife-cut noodles, and Zhenzi noodles, she can't eat them there, it's a pity. “

"Yes, there's no way, since she doesn't have it there, then let's come here to make do with it, although it's not as delicious as the one that sells xiaolongbao, but it's not delicious, it's better than not eating it." “

"That's it, forget it, forget it, it's going to be done. “