Chapter 047 Snacks

（1）

"Check out, don't eat!"

Mao Yimiao couldn't stand the waiter's perfunctory attitude, threw the money on the table, got up and left Wangji Steak House. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't know what the boss thinks, the decoration has worked so hard, I haven't thought about using snacks in the service, no matter whether the things are good or not, at least the service makes people happy and can get by."

When Mao Yimiao left, Ye Long happened to come in from outside, and heard Mao Yimiao muttering something angrily while walking, and when he came in, he saw that there was no guest except Mao Yimiao.

"What's the matter with the guest just now, this plate of steak hasn't been eaten yet, why did he leave?"

Ye Long stared at the waiter and asked fiercely.

"Boss, this guest doesn't know what's wrong, just took a bite, she lost her temper, I think she came to find fault on purpose."

"You had a fight with the guest?"

"Boss, absolutely not, don't you always teach us to treat customers as gods, no matter how she loses her temper, I don't say a word, I tolerate everywhere, and always greet each other with a smile."

"Hao Jian, let's go, since you came, the business in my store has been getting worse day by day, you have been here for more than a year, and the old customers in the store are basically not coming. There are some things that I won't say too badly, so you'd better go by yourself. ”

"Boss, I'm conscientious here, you see my voice is hoarse, guests come to greet me with a smile, the muscles on my face are stiff, you want to fire me, you have to give a reason."

"Don't give me, tell you to, do you hear me? Don't let me see you again. ”

Ye Long was too lazy to entangle any more, so he took out a thousand yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table if it "snapped".

（2）

"Brother Mu, long time no see, are you free, meet and talk!"

After driving Hao Jian away, Ye Long also opened the chef in the back kitchen, and after sitting alone in the store and staying quietly for a while, he dialed Mu Jianfeng's phone.

"Xiaolong, what's wrong with you, many old customers have complained to me, saying that your steak there tastes bad and the service is not good."

Mu Jianfeng and Ye Long made an appointment to a bar on Culture Street, and they got straight to the point.

"Brother Mu, after you left, I changed several chefs, but they couldn't reach your level, many old customers originally came for you, the taste is not good, and you are not there, so naturally there will be fewer people."

After listening to Mu Jianfeng's count, Ye Long was very helpless, and he tilted his neck and drank a glass of beer.

"Even if it's bad, it's not that everyone is dissatisfied, and you can put a little more effort into the service."

Mu Jianfeng saw that Ye Long had a drink, and he also drank the wine glass himself.

"Brother Mu, do you have any news of Xiaoqin?"

"There's no news yet, the incident hurt her too much, and I'm worried that she won't be able to pass her own level."

"Damn Hu Er, I must abolish him."

Ye Long drank another drink.

"Hu Er's affairs, you don't have to worry about it, although he is not sentenced much, only three years, but I have arranged people inside, and some of them are accepted by him, even if he comes out, he will never be a man again."

Mu Jianfeng said coldly.

"Brother Mu, if you bother, you must help me find Xiaoqin."

"I will definitely try my best to find it, but Ye Long, there is something I want to ask you first, have you thought clearly, once Xiaoqin comes back, what will you do?"

"I'm going to marry her."

"Can you accept her now?"

"Why can't I accept it, I love her, no matter what she becomes, I love her, and in this life she is the only woman I have ever loved, and the last woman I have ever loved, if I can't find her, I won't get married in this life."

After Ye Long finished three glasses of beer, in order to save trouble, he directly picked up the bottle and put it in his mouth to drink.

"Okay, if Xiaoqin hears what you say, I believe she will come back, and I will definitely find a way to contact her."

（3）

Mao Yimiao searched all over the commercial street and cultural street and couldn't find the food that satisfied him, so he expanded the scope and often went to the major commercial districts in the coastal area, hoping to find his favorite food.

Every year when new students start school, the school's night market is especially popular.

This year, Mao Yimiao began to go to the night markets and snack streets around the school to find delicious things.

"Boss, isn't it, I've been queuing for three days, and it's gone so soon?"

Mao Yimiao slipped to a stall and found that there was a long queue, and the boys in the back complained because they were out of sales. The night market of Shangda is very long, along the riverside bank for a full two kilometers, one after another small stalls, all kinds of snacks, tens of thousands of students of Shangda, it is estimated that half of them can appear here once in the evening.

"Classmate, what is so delicious, you have to wait in line for three days?"

Mao Yimiao happened to pass by the complaining boy, so he asked him by the way.

"Don't mention it, I, I just ate it once when it first opened, and then I thought it was delicious, so I came to eat it every day, and then I found that it was gone when I came late, so I came to line up early, and it was not sold out earlier and earlier, it was only more than six o'clock, and it was sold out before seven o'clock. A lot of people come to line up in the afternoon, and there is no way for anyone to let me have classes these days, so I can only come after class. ”

"What kind of snack is this, so powerful?"

If he hadn't been standing right behind the boy, Mao Yimiao would have thought that the other party was bragging when he heard such words.

"Zhangji snacks, it is said to be a specialty of Yanshan, made of buckwheat, that sauce, oops, don't say it, saliva comes out."

The boy didn't get in line, so he had to leave disappointed, vowing to come early tomorrow.

There were more than a dozen students who didn't line up in front of them, and they all left disappointed, not even looking at the snacks of other stalls on the roadside. As the team dispersed, Mao Yimiao approached the stall where he saw Zhangji's snacks.

The three boys were nervously tidying up the stall, and one of them, who was very sturdy, was preparing the snacks one by one, pouring the sauce and serving them to the waiting classmates. Another skinny boy with glasses was counting money, and a fat man was cleaning up the table and bench.

"Xiaole, do more tomorrow, if you continue to do this, you will make money soon!"

"Sun Liang, how much did you sell tonight?"

"Guess?"

"You still need to guess, 300 copies, 5 yuan a piece, 1,500 yuan, right?"

"Dashuai, your math is good enough, Xiaole, according to this trend, it's no problem to sell 500 copies tomorrow."

"Don't worry, little by little, let's do 400 tomorrow, we can't leave anything left, there are queues that can't be bought every day, so that more and more people will know that it's not good to increase too much at once."

"Okay, okay, listen to you, hunger marketing, right!"

（4）

Mao Yimiao became very interested in the three boys and wanted to taste what the snacks they made tasted like.

In order to avoid queuing, Mao Yimiao felt that he would not go to class in the afternoon the next day, so he took a big nap at noon, and after waking up, it was already past four o'clock, so he washed his face and went directly to the night market.

The night market starts at five o'clock, and many stall owners start to set up at four o'clock, Mao Yimiao looks for stalls along the riverside to find Zhangji snacks, and each stall owner is unhurriedly spreading out the seats and preparing the ingredients.

"Isn't it, exaggerated?"

Mao Yimiao thought that he had come early enough, but a line of more than 30 meters long had already formed at the stall of Zhangji snacks, and there were about 100 people.

"What is exaggeration, it's normal, other stalls are open at four o'clock, and the chapter is lined up at three o'clock." The boy in front of him happened to be the one Mao Yimiao met yesterday, and when he saw Mao Yimiao also coming to line up, the two of them accosted each other.

"You didn't skip class today to queue up, did you?"

Mao Yimiao asked the boy.

"Alas, I haven't eaten for three days, you know what is the biggest pain for a foodie, the gluttonous worms have been released, and I haven't eaten anything, and I have a little bit of a feeling of not knowing the taste of food for the past three days. I must eat at least five servings today to compensate for the pain I have suffered for these three days. ”

"Five copies?"

"Yes, five servings, no, I'm going to eat eight, this morning, I didn't eat lunch at noon, just to wait for this."

"Five copies, there are more than 100 people in front of you, if each person buys five copies, wouldn't it be very likely that the two of us won't be able to buy them?"

"There is this possibility, you don't know, I recently heard that there are scalpers in the vicinity, I have to take a look, if there are really scalpers, I can't buy them, I don't do it, you help me line up, I'll go to the front to see."

After the boy finished speaking, he confirmed the location with the people in front of Mao Yimiao, and went to the front to inquire about the situation.

"Boss Zhang, I've been queuing for three days, and I didn't have classes this afternoon, so I won't be able to eat."

"Classmate, no, I have enough prepared today, a hundred more than yesterday."

"That's okay, I'm ranked ninety-eight, how can I buy it, you can't let the front buy too much at once, otherwise someone will take it out and resell it, which will damage the interests of customers."

"Don't worry, we only sell on-site food, don't do takeout, buy as much as you eat, no one will resell, you can rest assured that you can queue up, you can definitely eat."

Sun Liang said to the boy with a smile.

As the preparation for the sale, the line in front became shorter and shorter, and after Mao Yimiao queued for more than an hour, he finally had a seat, and in order to save space, the boy in front of him was at a table.

"Boss, bring me five, no, eight."

"Okay, but classmate, you know the rules, you can't take it away?" Zhang Xiaole heard that someone wanted eight servings, and he was worried about eating bad stomachs, but seeing that there was a girl next to the boy, there should be no problem with four servings for one person.

"Do you really want eight?"

Mao Yimiao thought that the boy was talking about playing, but he didn't expect him to be serious.

"It has to be eight, or I'm sorry to wait in line for four days. On average, I only eat two servings a day. ”

"Boss, I want one."

Mao Yimiao said.

"Okay, one copy, aren't you two together?" Sun Liang glanced at Mao Yimiao suspiciously, but he didn't care much, there were too many people coming and going every day, and Sun Liang didn't care too much.

When Chen Dashuai brought a snack with sauce in front of Mao Yimiao, a strong aroma quickly entered her nasal cavity, and she immediately felt a lot better and had a great appetite.

The snack made of buckwheat is cut into small cubes, stirred with sauce, and Mao Yimiao inserts a piece with a toothpick and puts the sauce in his mouth.

After the small cube was swallowed, it was gently chewed, and it suddenly slipped away, and the soft flavor with sauce did not satisfy the whole mouth, and the taste buds on the tongue were all opened and erected.

"Well, it's delicious, it's delicious."

After Mao Yimiao finished eating a piece, he nodded and praised a few words, then quickly ate all the remaining things in the bowl, and then shouted at Zhang Xiaole.

"Boss, one more!"