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Another morning, the No. 4 Pavilion located in the middle of Hongguang Street, the window had just opened, and Boss Hu was preparing to spread the pancakes and fruits, while poking out his head from time to time and looking at the No. 5 Pavilion.

As the jingle of the tricycle rang, he understood that it was Sun Suzhen's man who had returned from the goods.

After a while, the cakes began to be sold, and a large crowd soon gathered in front of the pavilion. After Sun Suzhen shouted twice to obey the order, the crowd began to line up and buy in order.

"What do you see, old man?" Boss Hu's wife, who was wiping the utensils in the house with a rag, asked strangely when she saw this.

"Hey, it's also an evil sect, our neighbor, this business is suddenly getting better. You see, so many people buy their things, and there are long queues. I asked a regular customer yesterday, and he said that there was just a new product over there, a mille-feuille meatloaf with green onions, pork, green onions, and cabbage filling, just a big palm, and it costs six yuan. Boss Hu still looked at the situation over there, and replied without looking back.

"Yo, it's so expensive." Hu's wife was taken aback, she is also a perennial catering business, and after a little estimate, she understands that the approximate profit here is definitely more profitable than her own pancake fruit.

"Hehe, do you think those people are too expensive? It's been a few days, and a few of them have become repeat customers. But the bread must have come in from the outside. It's not that I look down on them, the grandchildren and his husband are clumsy people all the way, just what good things they can make. Didn't you just point to the little goods in the distribution center? Boss Hu said, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Although the two of them are close neighbors, there have been small frictions because of some trivial things, and the relationship is not very good, so Boss Hu has to use a third party to inquire about something.

"Tsk, that's a lot of money." Hu's wife was very envious, and she also pulled up a small abacus in her heart, this one is sold for six yuan, how much can you earn if you sell hundreds of copies, and so on.

"If you want to say that this mille-feuille is not a new thing, and the pork and cabbage filling is more ordinary, is it becoming popular to eat this thing now?" Boss Hu was still talking to himself.

"Hey, I said old man, I will also make mille-feuille, wake up the noodles, put more chives and ginger, beat an egg in the meat filling, add chicken, pepper, cooking wine, light soy sauce, by the way, and sesame oil, mix well. Roll it out and use an electric baking pan to brand it, and it's fragrant. Hu's wife consciously discovered a business opportunity, so she began to recall the process of making zuò.

Boss Hu is still staring at the No. 5 pavilion, according to the observation of the past few days, for some reason, Boss Sun does not seem to buy much goods every day, and it can be sold out in more than half an hour. That's when his pancake fruit business came up.

He listened to his wife and turned back.

"Why don't we try it too. Flour, chopping boards, electric baking pans, these things are readily available in the store, green onions and other spices are also available, and you can buy some pork filling at the vegetable market over there. "Boss Hu discussed with his wife and planned to follow the trend.

Of course, in fashionable and elegant terms, this is called grasping the pulse of the market and keeping up with the hot cháo flow.

"Cheng, let's do it too, Zhun Bao is better than theirs. I'll go out and buy some material later. "Hu's wife knows guò mental arithmetic, and thinks that mille-feuille can make a lot of money, and her enthusiasm has increased greatly.

After the rush hour, she picked up the nylon bag and went out.

After the things were bought, Boss Hu and his wife took advantage of their spare time to mix noodles and serve with fillings, and began to carry out the trial production of mille-feuille cakes.

At noon, a golden, oily homemade lasagna was born.

It looks good, intuitively it should be more beautiful than the goods in the No. 5 Pavilion, Boss Hu nodded with satisfaction.

That's how to do business, don't care about the taste, the appearance must be good-looking, which can attract customers.

He cut another small piece with a knife, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"How?" Hu's wife asked with a blank eye.

"Well, it's crispy and delicious, salty and light, and the filling tastes good, which is good." Boss Hu gave a positive comment.

So the two of them ate this for lunch, and Hu's wife was quite complacent about her craft.

The two discussed, and when they were free in the afternoon, they picked up the materials in advance to prepare for the launch of new products in the prime time tomorrow morning.

The next morning, after the opening of the No. 4 pavilion, I don't plan to sell pancakes and fruits today. Boss Hu and his family confidently put out the brand of the new product, Hu Ji's secret mille-feuille meatloaf, and then began to shout.

At this time, the husband of the neighbor Boss Sun has not picked up the goods, but there are already many customers waiting in front of the store. As soon as Boss Hu's shouting came out, it immediately attracted the attention of customers.

"Hu Ji's secret mille-feuille meatloaf, just out of the pot, fresh and delicious." Boss Hu shouted as he put the cut cakes into a paper bag.

At this time, a regular customer walked up to him.

"Yo, Boss Hu, you guys are also doing mille-feuille business here."

"Hehe, Mr. Wang, let's have a taste, our family makes it ourselves, all of which are made from real materials. Each serving is only five yuan, which is more affordable than other people's homes. Boss Hu said with a smile, and gestured to the left with his mouth.

"Then let's have one." Mr. Wang took out his wallet, paid five yuan, and then took the paper bag handed by the other party.

Boss Hu confidently waited for the other party to express satisfaction and praise. After tasting it, Mr. Wang frowned.

"How?" Boss Hu's heart suddenly beat a small drum.

"Boss Hu, if you want to say that your mille-feuille is not bad compared to other places. But, hey, it's far worse than Boss Sun's house. Mr. Wang shook his head and explained.

"If you don't believe it, the goods will come in a while, you can buy a piece and taste it." Looking at Boss Hu's puzzled eyes, Mr. Wang patiently explained.

Several other customers who came also shook their heads after buying and tasting them, saying that they were not worth the price.

Just when Boss Hu and his family were a little at a loss, a string of bells sounded from the side branch.

"It's coming, it's coming." Customers shouted, and consciously formed a long queue in front of the No. 5 booth.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, don't go." Boss Hu drank Mr. Wang, who was about to follow him to the south.

"Well, excuse me, please do me a favor. Bring me one too. Boss Hu took out six yuan and handed it to Mr. Wang, his face was a little unnatural.

As the saying goes, peers are enemies, and they are embarrassed to go over to join in the fun.

Mr. Wang seemed to understand something, and took the change briskly and walked away.

A quarter of an hour later, a paper bag was delivered to Boss Hu's hands. The rich and unique aroma bursts out of the mouth of the bag, and it is really extraordinary.

He brought the paper bag to his mouth, took a bite, and then his eyes lit up, and he said to himself:

"No wonder."

He then secretly blamed himself for being confused, and acted rashly before he could figure out what was going on.