The young man selling beer calls himself Jiang. If they don't mind, they can call him Xiao Jiang or Brother Jiang.
Gu Lin and Mu Ning looked at each other. This man was obviously older than them. Of course Xiao Jiang couldn't shout, "Brother Jiang, don't you use the pot?"
Brother Jiang has an ordinary appearance and looks like a simple and honest big brother. "My mother can make sugar and oil cakes. I originally wanted to come to the square to try it, but I think not many people like to eat it in the summer. You can use it." We make a little more money selling beer.”
Brother Jiang didn't hide it, he just said that they were making money with Muning and his crayfish.
As long as they can make money to support their family, it's not a shame, and Muning and the others certainly don't mind either.
"Brother Jiang, thank you. I'll bring a piece of crayfish to Auntie and the others later for a taste."
The pots and stoves were delivered to the door, and Muning didn't waste any time.
Gu Lin was a little worried about her health, "How about I do it."
Muning waved his hand, "I'm fine. My sons are healthy in my belly. There's no problem."
Muning returned to the crayfish stove, and Zhao Liang and Wang Jianping took over the cold noodles and wolf-toothed potatoes.
Mu Tiande happily started selling cold shrimps, and Sun Guohua's mobile team ran wherever people were needed.
No, the beauty eating crayfish shouted, "Boss, please have two bowls of cold shrimp."
Sun Guohua shouted, "Come on!"
Of course, there are some men who eat with their mouths full of oil and say happily, "Beer seller, open two bottles of beer for me."
Brother Jiang agreed louder, "Okay!"
In fact, he not only brought beer, but also a lot of soda, but he didn't say it right away.
No matter how much you try to mess with other people's business, you still have a certain limit.
But Mu Ning looked at the ice-cold shrimp shop next to him and said to Zhao Liang, "Liangzi, don't go get ice tomorrow. We won't sell ice-cold shrimp in the future."
Cold shrimp is easy to imitate, and many people sell it in plazas.
They have many ways to make money, and they don’t have to hold all the money-making things in their hands. They can at least let others drink the soup.
Zhao Liang didn't think too much. He was wearing a mask and mixing cold noodles, and answered loudly.
"Okay, sister-in-law."
The customers at the cold noodle stall looked at the crayfish eagerly and said, "Hey, when I get paid, I must have some crayfish noodles."
They watched a pot full of oil being poured into the iron pot, and the hot red dried chilies were put in as if they were free. The fire started to rise, and the smell dissipated in an instant.
The finely chopped garlic is spread on the crayfish in a thick layer like a carpet.
People in line opened their mouths and drooled. They couldn't imagine how good it would be to eat such a bite.
"Ahhhhh, I can't help it anymore. I have to buy half a catty of crayfish to try it. I'm almost starving of it."
As soon as the cold noodles arrived, the beautiful woman immediately queued up for the crayfish. She smelled the fragrant crayfish in the iron pot, then lowered her head and ate the cold noodles with big mouthfuls, nodding happily.
"Hey, lesbian, can you eat later? I'm just stretching my neck to watch the crayfish drooling, but I'm going to pull my neck back and watch you eat the cold noodles."
The beauty took a big bite and said, "No, brother, I can't help but want to eat when I smell this smell."
This sentence caused everyone to agree.
"That's right, I came to the square for a walk, but I didn't expect to keep eating all the time."
Why do Muning and his food stalls have so many repeat customers even though the food they sell at their food stall is neither cheap nor special?
In addition to the really overbearing taste, Muning emphasized cleanliness from the beginning.
There are many food stalls selling in the whole square. They only think that if the food is of high quality and low price, people will definitely buy it. However, they ignore the cleanliness of the food stalls and the cleanliness of the owner himself, which directly affects the mood of customers when buying food.
Take a look at Muning's food stalls. Every stall is clean, with no dirt on the condiment bottles.
Everyone's nails of Muning and others are neatly trimmed, not to mention hiding dirt. In such a hot weather, they insist on wearing chef hats. Muning also made breathable masks to avoid drooling when talking. Spray into food.
Their hands holding food will never touch money, and they will use chopsticks to change money or let customers come by themselves.
This kind of food stall is cleaner than many restaurants, and the customers are certainly happy to eat.
Especially parents and teachers from nearby schools, looking at such clean food stalls, they feel confident and bold enough to let their children eat as they please.
Even the parents are still a little worried. They really hope that this food stall will not add more varieties. If this continues, their wages may not be enough to feed the family.
The garlic crayfish also won the hearts of everyone present as soon as it appeared. Pot after pot, this corner of the entire square was the busiest.
The workers and employees who had originally gone out to chat and take a walk came here and smelled the fragrance. They couldn't help but line up to buy a pound or two and sat on the small dining table and ate it with big mouthfuls.
It was a rare occasion for the family to have a heart-to-heart chat, so he yelled, "Boss, a bottle of beer!"
"Boss! A bottle of soda."
"Boss, let's have a bowl of cold shrimp."
In a short while, the things were placed in front of you. It was really a comfortable money spent.
In addition, the square is originally a favorite place for people in the county to hang out. When there are more people, the atmosphere of gossip will rise.
When the unknown eldest brother, eldest sister, younger brother and younger sister heard this gossip, they gathered the table together.
"Wow, what happened to that family?"
No, just eating crayfish, drinking cold beer, and chatting about big gossip. This is more comfortable than watching TV at home.
At the end of the conversation, when there was no more crayfish, he even said, "Boss, I want two kilograms of crayfish here."
Muning looked at the bucket that was cleaner than his face and said, "Comrades, there are no more crayfish. Please come early tomorrow night."
there is none left!
How could it not be!
They haven't finished listening to the gossip, they haven't had enough fun chatting, and they don't have the ability to do anything.
An aunt looked at the food stall unconvinced...
Hey! Cold noodles and wolf-toothed potatoes were all sold out, and even the bottom of the pot of chili oil that was brought over was left.
"Why is there no more?"
The aunt has lived in the county town for so long, and she had a great time chatting at the dining table outside today.
Mu Ning's tired hands could hardly be lifted. She sat on a stool to rest, and directed Gu Lin to wash the two pots that still had crayfish soup base and then said.
"Auntie, if you come early tomorrow, you will be sure to take care of enough. There really won't be any tonight."
The aunt slapped her thigh and shouted, "There are no more crayfish!"
Someone in the crowd replied, "It's gone so quickly. I haven't eaten enough."
Even the children at home who are afraid of spicy food held their parents' hands today. "Mom, Mom, I also want to eat crayfish."
Muning was helpless, "Don't talk about crayfish at my food stall, you can't even find a vegetable leaf."
It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. She has nothing but a little bit of soup base, and she can't make it even if she wants to.
But this aunt was no ordinary person. She looked at the two iron pots with only oil on the bottom and said, "Boss, just wait. I still have a lot of cucumbers brought back from my hometown. You can mix them for me." Eat it as it is, mix it and eat it.”
After that, she ran away and came back in less than ten minutes with a bag of cucumbers.
"Come on, boss, these cucumbers are given to you for free. You can sell them for fifty cents a piece or one dollar. I can't close the stall anyway. I haven't finished talking yet."
Muning was stunned. This was the first time she had met such a domineering and reasonable aunt.
