Zhou Qingmiao took the money, Lisuo weighed her and packed it, the middle-aged woman took it, didn't leave, and stood there and boasted: "Boss, you came here in the afternoon, no wonder I looked for you for a long time in the morning, I didn't see you, the lo-mei you made is really a must, my family loves to eat, and fragrant, it's really appetizing in the summer so hot." ”

The stall owners who had just persuaded Zhou Qingmiao to reduce the price were stunned, and were about to comfort themselves that this was just an example.

But the middle-aged woman made a good start, and one customer after another came.

"Boss, I want two pounds of pig ears."

"Boss, lo-mei costs two catties."

"It costs three catties of lo-mei, and add more soup to me."

Zhou Qingmiao knew at a glance that they were basically repeat customers who bought it last time, and they all said that Zhou Qingmiao's lo-mei was delicious, and it was finally time for her to come and set up a stall.

And because of these repeat customers, Zhou Qingmiao's stall is very lively, other customers will pay more attention to it when they see it so lively here, and there are also some people with herd mentality, in such a virtuous circle, soon Zhou Qingmiao's stall will come up with more and more customers, almost all of them are comparable to the previous oil sales.

At the same time as customers buy lo-mei, Zhou Qingmiao will also ask by the way: "The weather is so hot, do you want to have a popsicle to cool down and protect from the sun?" "It's the hottest time of the day.

"How much is one?" The customer wiped the sweat from his face, and his eyes couldn't break away from the sun.

"One cent, with mung bean flavor, bayberry flavor, red bean flavor, which one do you want?"

"Then bring me a bayberry-flavored one." The customer saw that the price was not expensive, so he bought it without hesitation.

Compared with the more expensive lo-mei, some customers have to struggle to buy it, and this cheap and heatstroke popsicle does not have so many scruples, and it is more favored by many customers under the scorching sun.

"Give me a mung bean flavor."

"I want red bean flavor."

When some customers get the popsicle, they directly tear off the popsicle paper and enjoy a sip of the popsicle, which is cool and silky, and dispels a trace of stuffiness.

Not to mention that the customers are more and more moved to see the people enjoying eating popsicles, but the stall owners who set up the stalls are a little moved, and several people pay to discuss sending a person to buy popsicles, and they will help them see that person's stall first.

"Bring me two red bean-flavored ones, two mung bean-flavored ones, and three bayberry-flavored ones."

So much? Zhou Qingmiao raised her eyes and looked at the person carefully, only to find that it seemed to be a stall owner in the black market, and she didn't think much about it, and quickly brought her a popsicle.

"Yang Chen, are you here to sell something? Or is it a purchase? The female stall owner next to Zhou Qingmiao mocked the man.

"It's not that the weather is too hot, eat a popsicle to prevent heatstroke, and besides, this popsicle is not expensive." Yang Chen tore the package and ate it directly, and he didn't quarrel with the female stall owner.

The female stall owner who ridiculed Yang Chen inexplicably felt that Yang Chen's words were quite reasonable, no, how could this allow her peers to earn their own money! Endure!

The female stall owner licked her chapped lips, she was sunburned for a while, and she was a little shaken, and secretly said that she should buy one, but she just said something unpleasant to the stall owner next to her, and the stall owner would not deliberately not sell it to her, what a loss of face.

Just when the female stall owner was entangled, she finally couldn't bear the sun, and turned her head to see that Zhou Qingmiao was about to close the stall: "Hey, I also want a mung bean-flavored popsicle." ”

Zhou Qingmiao smiled embarrassedly: "But the popsicle is gone." I was a little surprised, why didn't the female stall owner sit next to her and say it earlier?

Female stall owner: "............ Didn't you prepare more? "What's her luck?

Zhou Qingmiao blinked and looked at her, more than a hundred popsicles are not enough? But after thinking about it, it is indeed quite few, many people want to buy it, or she underestimated the consumption power of the masses, and only made more than 100 popsicles, so she should prepare more next time.

gave the black market managers a fee for communication, and Wang Dahu, the big man who stopped Zhou Qingmiao last time, asked her again this time: "What did you think about what I said last time?" ”