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Chapter 105 Preparing to Develop New Summer Relief Products!

The bread cart and the electric tricycle parked one after the other downstairs at the rental house.

The car door opened, and Wang Hai jumped out, casually pulling up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

"It's so muggy today, there's not even a cool breeze at night, I'm drenched in sweat."

Wang Hai muttered something, turned around, opened the trunk of the van, and unloaded the large rusty steel drum.

Lin Chen parked the tricycle and removed the key.

He walked to the back of the van and opened the door.

In the pink car seat, Tangtang was already hugging her little backpack, her little head nodding, almost falling asleep.

"Tangtang, we're home."

Lin Chen called out gently.

"Well……"

Tangtang rubbed her big, sleepy eyes and stretched out her little arms, "Daddy, hug me..."

Lin Chen unbuckled his seatbelt and hugged his daughter.

The little girl leaned on Lin Chen's shoulder, her eyes closed, mumbling incoherently, "Big windmill... pretty auntie... she'll definitely like it..."

Hearing his daughter's innocent babbling in her sleep, Lin Chen's face softened, and he gently patted her back.

"Brother Chen, why don't you take Tangtang upstairs to sleep first? I'll carry these empty buckets and folding tables downstairs. They're all sold out today, so they're not very heavy."

Wang Hai said, carrying an empty bucket in each hand.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Leave it in the kitchen, I'll wash it later."

Lin Chen nodded and carried Tangtang steadily up the stairs.

Back to the rental house.

Lin Chen placed Tangtang on the small bed in the bedroom, went to the bathroom to wring out a warm towel, wiped his daughter's palms, face and feet, and then covered her with a thin summer blanket.

Watching Tangtang's belly rise and fall evenly with her breathing, Lin Chen turned off the overhead light, leaving only a dim nightlight, before tiptoeing out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

As soon as he entered the living room, Wang Hai was panting as he carried in the last basket of odds and ends.

"Phew—everything's ready!"

Wang Hai slumped onto the old sofa in the living room, picked up the cold water on the coffee table, and gulped down more than half a cup in one go, only then did he feel the burning sensation in his throat subside a little.

Lin Chen didn't rest and went straight into the kitchen.

He put on a waterproof apron, turned on the tap, picked up a brush, and began to clean the large empty stainless steel barrels and thermos containers of broth that had been brought up.

The sound of rushing water filled the rented room.

In the living room, Wang Hai recovered, took out his phone, and opened the WeChat customer group.

As soon as I opened it, a screen full of messages popped up.

Wang Hai scrolled up and looked at the chat history of the group members, his eyebrows gradually rising.

"Brother Chen!"

Wang Hai took his phone, walked to the kitchen doorway, leaned against the door frame, and called out.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chen continued brushing his brush without looking up and asked.

"Everyone in the group is talking about our stall."

Wang Hai looked down at the screen and read aloud, "Boss Lin's fried rice and chilled radish are absolutely amazing, but the weather is so hot tonight, I'm covered in sweat after eating."

Wang Hai continued scrolling down: "That's right!"

Mr. Lin's cooking skills are impeccable, and the free old hen broth is also delicious.

But in the sweltering summer heat, who can drink scalding hot soup on a curb where the temperature is over 30 degrees Celsius?

I took one sip today, and my shirt was instantly soaked with sweat.

"Some customers also said that although there was chilled radish to cut through the greasiness, the radish was just a side dish and it was gone after a couple of bites, so it didn't quench their thirst."

Is Mr. Lin in the group chat? I strongly urge you to add some cold drinks to your stall!

Please save the children!

Wang Hai read several lines in one breath, then put down his phone and looked at Lin Chen's back.

"Brother Chen, everyone in the group is complaining that the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Hot broth and chilled radishes aren't enough. They're all asking us to make some iced water or drinks to sell."

Lin Chen placed the cleaned thermos upside down on the drain rack and turned off the tap.

He grabbed a dry towel to wipe his hands, turned around, and said, "It's definitely getting hot."

Hot soup is indeed inappropriate in summer; it was my oversight.

In early spring and late autumn, a bowl of rich, simmered old hen broth is the perfect accompaniment to fried rice, as it warms the stomach.

However, in the sweltering early summer, a bowl of hot soup can indeed cause the body temperature to rise sharply, ruining the diners' comfort while eating.

This will seriously affect diners' experience with the main course.

Seeing that Lin Chen had taken it to heart, Wang Hai immediately perked up and came over.

"Brother Chen, you also think we should get some cold drinks, right?"

This is a huge business opportunity!

Wang Hai rubbed his hands excitedly, his mind racing with calculations: "Think about it, we sell a fixed 150 servings of fried rice every day. If each customer also buys a drink, that's 150 bottles!"

In the sweltering heat of summer, who wouldn't want to eat steaming hot fried rice and then gulp down an ice-cold soda?

Wang Hai became more and more excited as he spoke, even resorting to hand gestures.

"Let's go to the secondhand market tomorrow and find a big freezer to put right next to the bread cart."

Then I'll go to the wholesale market and buy a few cases of Coke, Sprite, and iced tea!

The cost price is only a little over one yuan. We put it in the freezer until it's completely frozen, and then sell it for three or four yuan!

As soon as a customer says they're hot, we hand them a bottle!

"Brother Chen, this is a risk-free, highly profitable business! No processing is needed; you just profit from the price difference!"

Wang Hai looked at Lin Chen with anticipation.

Lin Chen stood still, listening to Wang Hai's words.

He casually draped the dry towel he used to wipe his hands over the shelf next to him.

"no."

Lin Chen refused.

"what?"

Wang Hai's excitement froze instantly, filled with confusion. "Why, Brother Chen?"

The money is right there in front of you; which of those roadside stalls and open-air restaurants doesn't sell iced Coke and Sprite?

Lin Chen looked at Wang Hai and shook his head.

"It's their business if others sell it."

But these things can't be on my stall.

"Industrially synthesized soft drinks are full of flavorings and syrups."

The combination of chilling and carbonation is refreshing at first, but it quickly numbs the taste buds.

"The appeal of fried rice lies in the caramelized aroma that comes from the rice grains cooked at high temperatures."

If a customer takes a big gulp of ice-cold cola, their tongue loses its sensitivity, and when they eat my fried rice, they can only taste the saltiness and oiliness.

"That kind of thing will ruin my cooking skills."

My stall will never sell drinks that would tarnish its reputation.

Wang Hai was stunned after hearing Lin Chen's words.

He opened his mouth, then instantly realized what was happening.

"Oh dear! Brother Chen, look at my brain! I was so focused on making that little profit margin on the drinks that I almost forgot about our core competitiveness!"

Wang Hai scratched his head in frustration. "Yeah, if customers can't even taste the aroma of your fried rice anymore, then our reputation is ruined!"

Wang Hai sighed: "Then... what should we do?"

Brother Chen, it's really hot here. We can't just let them eat fried rice while sweating, can we?

How about we buy some bottled water to chill it?

"Mineral water quenches thirst, but it's bland and tasteless, and doesn't go well with fried rice."

"Since it's a food to accompany meals, it must complement the flavor of the fried rice."

It can both cool you down and rinse away the grease in your mouth, but it absolutely must not overpower the main dish.

Lin Chen spoke, seemingly already having made up his mind.

"So, Brother Chen, what are you planning to do?"

Wang Hai asked curiously.

Lin Chen glanced at the clock on the wall, then turned around and took off his waterproof apron.

"Get some rest. When you go to the farmers' market to buy supplies tomorrow morning, take a stroll around the market and see if there are any suitable seasonal ingredients."

Lin Chen picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

"If I come across a suitable one, I'll personally make them something to cool them down in the summer."