Time passes slowly, an hour passes in a blink of an eye, about half past nine, the number of people on the pedestrian street gradually increases, and at this time, in addition to the various shopping malls and clothing sales shops pù open to welcome customers, the small catering shops at the front of the pedestrian street also start a new day.

I have to say that the early birds have worms, even in this hour's time, Wang Ming's shop also sold more than ten breakfast flatbread clips, with drinks, sold for sixty or seventy yuan, and this, although with the help of the rest of the small shops have not yet opened, but Wang Ming is also confident that after a period of buffer, there will be more and more people who like flatbread sandwiches or simple fried skewers.

And the surrounding shops, when they opened for business, also found that this small shop, which had been on the verge of closure, was now completely new, and many people did not know about the so-called flatbread sandwiches, so many people were surprised and discussed.

"The deli is closed, the newly opened one, I don't seem to have heard of it, what is a flatbread clip?"

"I don't know, the feng shui in that place is not good, and at the front end of the entire pedestrian street, there are several groups of people who have changed, and every time it is not a happy opening, and it ends dismally, nothing surprising."

"Whatever, just do your own business, I just came over to see the window, two children who add up to less than forty, maybe it's a whim, I want to get a piece of the pie here, look at the name is quite novel, however, it is estimated that it will only be three or two months, it must be yellow."

In the surrounding shops, those shopkeepers who are better on weekdays, after finishing the things in the store at the moment, came to the door and silently looked at Wang Ming's newly opened small shop, whispering.

For these, Wang Ming didn't know that at this time, as the flow of people gradually rose, there were more or less customers in front of the windows of each store, but he here, although it was new, it was still the same as before, and there were no diners coming.

Looking at the crowd coming and going not far from the window, Wang Ming was expressionless, and when his face was peaceful, Meika on the side was a little unbreathable, Wang Ming's craftsmanship He knew that the food last night and this morning made her have some worship for Wang Ming here, although the young man in front of him is younger than her, but when he does things, he seems mature and steady.

"What's going on? Such a delicious thing, no one knows the goods? ”

The fair-skinned palm subconsciously pinched the pigtails, Meka's brows furrowed slightly, looking at the people coming and going outside the window, she couldn't understand why there were already customers at the door of other stores, but here, almost no one cared, and there was already a queue in front of the burrito king next door, at this moment, as her voice fell, her eyes were puzzled, and when she looked at Wang Ming, Wang Ming smiled slightly, and immediately turned around.

"Normal, the location here is slightly off, and the newly opened store pù, after all, there are not many people who will take the initiative to try, but don't worry, this kind of industry, as an old saying goes, will drop the foam, there will always be someone to try, what we have to do is to control the quality, as long as the quality is guaranteed, I am confident, the source of customers will gradually grow."

Wang Ming's voice fell, with a faint smile on his face, and even more firmness, which made Meka look slightly stunned, and a figure appeared outside the window.

A smile appeared on Meka's face, and she immediately smiled at the uncle who appeared outside the window.

"Newly opened, flatbread sandwiches, or simple fried skewers can also be used, and they taste good."

Meka opened his mouth gently, but the uncle outside the window frowned slightly, and immediately shook his head.

"I remember selling cooked pork two days ago, and it changed hands so quickly."

The uncle shook his head, his face was surprised, and when he opened his mouth to speak, the smile on Meka's face was still the same, and he wanted to open his mouth to sell something, but was stopped by Wang Ming on the side.

"In business, although we must be polite, we don't need to deliberately sell, we all speak by the quality of our products, and we don't have to be so wronged."

Looking at the simple and generous Meka in front of him, Wang Ming touched his nose and immediately spoke, and after Wang Ming's voice fell, Meka also nodded, but the eyes full of cleverness turned slightly, and then the small mouth was slightly raised, revealing a sharp little tiger tooth when a smile was revealed.

On the first day of trial operation, except for some that were sold early in the morning, until half an hour passed again, the burrito king had already formed a queue, and Wang Ming's shop pù here, there was still no one to inquire, occasionally one or two people came over, after seeing the price, they also shook their heads, and slowly went to the line in front of the burrito king.

Meka's eyes looked at Wang Ming, and gradually showed a trace of anxiety on her face, and just when she was about to ask again, Wang Ming smiled slightly and immediately stood up.

"Let's get started, it's almost time."

Wang Ming's voice fell, which made Meka slightly stunned again, and then stood up a little dazed, while Wang Ming smiled, looking at the already surging crowd, especially the burrito king, the flow of people has begun to burst out, reaching out to turn on the stove at the same time, showing a mysterious smile at Mecca.

"Although the order of distinguishing dishes has always been particular about the color and flavor, the color ranks first, and the first can arouse people's appetite, but the second aroma can still not be ignored, as for the final taste, it will be known only after tasting."

"There is an old saying in Chinese catering, called smelling the fragrance has stopped, knowing the taste and stopping, which means that when you smell the fragrance, you can't take a step, if you taste the taste, you always have a thought, so the fragrance of the dish can often become people's first sense."

Wang Ming opened his mouth with a smile, looking at the slowly warming oil in the pot, there was an indifferent smile on his face, as his voice fell, Meka pondered carefully, and then his eyes full of wit lit up, and when he smiled at Wang Ming, he obviously understood what Wang Ming meant, and what he did next.

"This is made of cut vegetables and meat scraps, mixed with fried powder, garlic powder, ginger powder, and egg white, stirred vigorously, add a small amount of starch, to form a crispy paste, has no effect, but when it is cooked at high temperatures, it can diffuse a strong flavor."

The temperature of the oil in the pot gradually increased, Wang Ming took the vegetable dough that had been prepared from the side, and when he tore it open, he slowly went down into the oil pot, and with the heat rising, a fragrance slowly came out, and the flame was slightly reduced.

At this moment, the weather is gradually getting hotter, and the long queue in front of the Burrito King Gate is already nearly twenty or thirty people, and as time goes by, there are still scattered diners who are quite impatient behind the crowd, complaining about the hot weather in their hearts, and from time to time they will look at the position in front of them, looking forward to lining up to themselves a little earlier.

Many diners, bored or chatting with their companions, or looking ahead from time to time, until Wang Ming's shop window, there was a fragrance permeating out, gradually filling this small world, the queue of people, a sleepy diner, at this moment slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and then with a trace of laziness, to the companions on the side, a little confused said.

"Huh? It smells so good. ”

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