Chapter Ninety-Seven: The First Wholesale Business of Mille-Feuille
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In the early morning of this day, in the middle of Hongguang Street, in a red and yellow, vaulted mobile sales booth, the fat Sun Suzhen wearing a white hat and an apron around her waist, was busy in the pavilion, sorting out bean buns, flower rolls, buns, sugar triangles, soybean milk, beef nǎi and other early categories, ready to welcome office workers.
There are five similar pavilions on this street, all of which are planned by the district, and to the west of the pavilion area is a large bus station, with a total of seven electric and automobile routes here, and the daily flow of people is not small.
The employees are basically laid-off workers of the former state-owned enterprises and their families, and the reemployment arrangements are made by the neighborhoods, and preferential policies and taxes are also given. This is the treatment that only residents of urban hukou in Cangjiang City can enjoy.
Even so, the competition in the catering industry is still fierce, and in addition to these five shacks, there are many large and small restaurants and fast food restaurants on the street, which also do breakfast business, causing a diversion of customers.
The five pavilions are not evenly distributed, with Nos. 4 and 5 being the closest to each other, both on the south side, separated by an east-west branch road from the other three.
Ms. Sun is the owner of Pavilion No. 5, and her shop is located the farthest from the bus station. The food sold in the store is also uniformly distributed, and there is nothing special about it, so the business is very average, and it is worse than the other four peers.
The streets began to see more people, and the roads were crowded with cars.
"Bring me three bean paste packets." Business is starting to come to the door.
"It's three pieces in total, you can take it." Sun Suzhen quickly used a food clip to wrap the bean packaging bag, handed it to the other party and collected money and change at the same time.
She turned her head to look at the branch road to the north, her husband went to pick up the goods early in the morning, why hasn't he come here yet?
The peers next to him shouted vigorously in the face of the pedestrians on the street.
"Hu Ji pancakes are fragrant. Our own secret noodle sauce is the best ingredient. After this village, there is no such shop, and you can't taste it anywhere else. "The neighbor, Boss Hu, a skinny man in his 50s with three wisps of rat whiskers on his chin and high cheekbones, was using a T-shaped wooden shovel to spread the batter on the iron plate into a circle while soliciting business.
Knock a small egg on the dough cake, sprinkle with chopped green onions, flip it over, spread the noodle sauce, and then wrap it in a fried dough stick, and a set of Hu Ji pancakes and fruits are freshly baked, and it takes only three minutes before and after.
In a short time, there were as many as five or six customers waiting in line.
Boss Hu's No. 4 stall also sells breakfast in the distribution center, since a while ago after adding the project of homemade pancakes and fruits, because the noodle sauce is better prepared, the taste is salty and pleasant, it is very popular with customers, and it can be sold for four yuan and five sets, which is more expensive than other places, and it is very profitable.
Boss Hu is also quite complacent about this.
Sun Suzhen was very envious when she saw it, and she tried to make it herself, but the noodle sauce bought in the store was not as good as Hu Ji's homemade taste, and the overall taste was much worse. She understood that people must have special recipes and processes, and it was impossible for those who did business to spread it lightly, so she had to give up.
Jingle bells, and with the crisp sound of bells, a man with a wide face and a small head rode over on a tricycle with a large bamboo dustpan covered with a thick quilt, and stopped in front of the No. 5 pavilion.
"Oh, it's finally here, why is it so slow?" Sun Suzhen saw that her husband was finally here, and blamed him dissatisfiedly.
"You can't blame me, people don't make breakfast in the store. Zhang Fenglan, who specializes in making cakes, hasn't gone to work yet, it's all made by one of her apprentices surnamed Gu, novice, of course her hands and feet are slow. My husband had a good temper and patiently explained, and at the same time unloaded the bamboo dustpan from the car and carried it into the store.
"How much did you go into?" Sun Suzhen asked the key question.
"There are forty cakes in total, and each one is sixteen dollars." The husband replied.
"That's it." Sun Suzhen frowned, and at the same time opened the corner of the bamboo dustpan quilt and looked inside.
Browned cakes were stacked neatly, and heat came out of the corners.
"It's all hot, and it's covered as soon as it comes out of the pot." The husband added again.
"You cut the cake into four pieces, well, just cut two first. It's a little more even. Sun Suzhen ordered, in this store, she is the big shopkeeper.
"Okay." My husband agreed, and at the same time took the stainless steel kitchen knife from the shelf and was about to do it.
"Wearing gloves and cutting again, it's not particular at all." Sun Suzhen scolded lightly and handed the rubber gloves to him.
The husband smiled, put on his gloves and took out two large cakes from the dustpan, put them on the cutting board and cut them with a kitchen knife, and cut each into quarters.
They are then individually packed into pre-prepared open paper bags. If the cake is cold, it is convenient to put it in the microwave with a paper bag and heat it up. Usually those who sell bagged hamburgers do just that.
The aroma of the filling overflows from the incision and permeates the small pavilion.
"It's so fragrant, I'm hungry." My husband held the paper bag in his hand and took a deep breath, the smell was really tempting.
"Look at your little bit of interest, when you're hungry, you will nibble on steamed buns, and this cake is still being sold for money." Sun Suzhen couldn't help but snatch a few bags from her husband and put them on the countertop of the sales window.
Then he hung a white sè plastic sign against the side wall, on which were written with the words "new to the shallot-scented mille-feuille meatloaf".
"Wife, how much does each copy cost?" My husband asked.
"Six."
"What? Six yuan, people only sell five yuan a piece in retail, which is too expensive. My husband was a little surprised when he heard this.
"What do you know, this is Hongguang Street, can the location be the same as Helin Road? If you don't have any business acumen, if you want to do business with you, you have to pay to death. Sun Suzhen counted her head without looking back, and when she saw a few office workers carrying bags walking on the south side of the road, she hurriedly shouted.
"Green onion mille-feuille, exclusive ingredients, the latest flavor, no money if it's not fragrant." Her shouting was loud and subdued, which quickly attracted the attention of several passers-by, and subconsciously approached the sales window.
Suddenly, the fragrant green onion fragrance mixed with the meat fragrance hit the face, strong and mellow, strongly stimulating people's sense of smell, and under the chain reaction, the saliva secretion was also accelerated unconsciously.
"How much is a bag?" Someone asked for the price.
"Affordable, tasty and not expensive. Six pieces per serving. Sun Suzhen smiled and peddled it.
"Six pieces, just a small piece the size of a palm, this is too expensive, right?" The man questioned.
"This gentleman, now it is a market economy, with high quality and good price. My onion mille-feuille cake is not an ordinary product, the materials in it are all new varieties of natural green sè specially planted in the experimental fields in the suburbs, and the cost is also high. I've just tested it here, so I'm actually going back to basics. I don't believe that if you buy a piece and try it, it's only six yuan, and you're afraid that how big it will be? Sun Suzhen opened the mouth of the people she had practiced over the years and persuaded easily.