txolops Chapter 195 The Food Festival Carnival Concludes
Chapter 195 The Food Festival Carnival Concludes
"Ding! WeChat payment received: 512 yuan!"
"Ding! Alipay payment received, 640 yuan!"
"Ding! WeChat payment received: 384 yuan!"
……
In front of greenhouse number one, the payment notification sound never stopped.
The flames licked at the bottom of the iron pot, and Lin Chen gripped the handle.
With a flick of the wrist, the golden rice grains tumbled and leaped in mid-air, accompanied by the aroma of scallions, before being quickly packed into boxes.
Beside him, Wang Hai had completely transformed into a food-serving machine.
"Next!"
Wang Hai shouted, opened the rice cooker, scooped out rice, poured in the meat sauce, and added vegetables, his movements so fast they left afterimages.
"Boss, give me five servings of minced meat rice!"
Make sure the meat is thoroughly soaked in the sauce!
A bespectacled man at the front of the line shouted excitedly.
"Alright! Five servings of minced pork rice, take them!"
Wang Hai handed over the takeout bag.
As soon as the man took it, Tangtang, who was sitting on a small stool next to the counter, immediately stood up and handed over five clean spoons with her two little hands.
"Uncle, here's your spoon!"
Hold on tight, don't drop it!
Tangtang smiled, her eyes crinkling, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Thank you, team leader! You've worked hard!"
The man happily took the spoon, turned around and ran out of the greenhouse, calling out, "Wife!"
Dad! The food's ready, eat it while it's hot!
Customers buying four or five portions at a time like this are a common sight in today's queues.
Because it's Sunday, most people came with their families.
Many families treat this as a weekend gathering. After buying their food, they don't even bother to find seats. Instead, they spread out newspapers on the flower bed steps next to the square, sit on the ground, and eat their lunchboxes.
Outside the greenhouse, Zhang, the security captain in charge of maintaining order, couldn't help but shake his head as he watched this scene.
"team leader……"
A young security guard next to him swallowed hard and pointed at the diners who were wolfing down their food, "Those are boxed meals that cost more than a hundred yuan each!"
Why are these people buying several portions at once, like they're grabbing cabbages?
"What do you know? It's Sunday today, the whole family is out."
Looking at the extra-large insulated container in the greenhouse, Brother Zhang sighed, "Yesterday, Boss Lin prepared seventy catties of black pork, and it sold out in just over two hours."
He gained 90 pounds today!
I originally thought we could sell until 8 or 9 pm, but now look at how fast they're buying up all the stock..."
Brother Zhang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
7:10 PM!
Inside the greenhouse.
Wang Hai had just seen off a man who bought six servings of minced meat rice in one go. He turned around, picked up a long-handled iron ladle, and dipped it into the thermos, preparing to pour the meat over the next customer.
With this probe, the iron spoon touched the bottom of the bucket.
"when."
A crisp sound.
Wang Hai's hand suddenly stopped.
He quickly peered into the bucket and froze instantly.
Wang Hai scraped the bottom of the bucket twice with the iron spoon again. Apart from scraping up the last bit of thick soup and a few scattered pieces of meat, the entire thermos was empty!
It's completely clean, you can't even see the bottom!
"Brother Chen..."
Wang Hai turned to look at Lin Chen, who was tossing the wok, and his voice changed, "It's gone!"
The minced meat sauce...it's all gone!
Lin Chen put down the iron pot in his hand and turned off the valve of the high-powered stove.
He turned his head to look at the empty bucket and nodded slightly.
"Keep quiet and tell the people behind you."
Lin Chen gave the instructions.
"Gulp."
Wang Hai swallowed.
He turned around, looked at the long queue outside, took a deep breath, picked up a large iron ladle, and banged it hard on the stainless steel countertop.
"Clang! Clang!"
"Dear customers! Please stop for a moment and listen to me!"
Wang Hai's shout instantly silenced the noisy crowd, and hundreds of eyes stared at him.
"I'm so sorry, everyone!"
Wang Hai shouted, "Today's 90 jin of premium pork sauce is completely sold out!"
Not a drop of soup is left!
Upon hearing this, the diners at the back of the queue immediately burst into groans.
"What?! It's gone again?!"
"Wang Fatty, who taught you math?!"
Yesterday, 70 jin (35 kg) sold out by 7:30 PM, but today, 90 jin (45 kg) sold out by 7:30 PM too!
"The people in front are so uncivilized!"
A family buying six or seven portions? Isn't that just taking advantage of us single people?!
Complaints arose from the ranks.
Faced with the diners' complaints, Wang Hai could only repeatedly wave his hands in apology.
"It's really gone! Look everyone, the bucket is completely scraped clean!"
Wang Hai tilted the thermos slightly so everyone could see the bottom, then shouted, "The minced meat rice is gone, but we still have twelve servings of fried rice left!"
The first twelve brothers in line are lucky! Those of you behind don't need to wait in line today; just head out early tomorrow morning!
"Let's grab some fried rice!"
"Don't push! I'm the eleventh! Save me a portion!"
The crowd erupted in commotion once again.
Those who couldn't get a table could only disperse dejectedly, vowing to come earlier next week.
The twelve people at the front of the line were beaming with joy.
Fifteen minutes later.
"Sizzle."
Lin Chen packed the last portion of fried rice into a takeout box.
"Beep! WeChat payment received, 99 yuan."
As the speaker announced its final message, the queue in front of tent number one was finally cleared out.
The square, which had been noisy for more than three hours, gradually returned to calm.
Wang Hai deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping onto the plastic stool.
He was panting heavily, his clothes already soaked with sweat.
"Brother Chen, I can't take it anymore... The number of customers today, Sunday, is absolutely killing me."
Wang Hai hummed weakly.
Lin Chen turned off the gas cylinder valve.
He pulled off the towel hanging around his neck and vigorously wiped the sweat from his face.
His usually stern face was flushed, but his posture remained upright.
"Get up, check the accounts, and pack your things."
Lin Chen's voice was a little hoarse, but still steady.
"Yes! Settle the score!"
Upon hearing those two words, Wang Hai instantly jumped up from his stool.
He grabbed the smart speaker, took out his phone, and switched between the backend data of various payment platforms.
Just then, Tangtang, carrying her special little plastic basket, ran over with her short legs.
The little girl was exhausted today; her face was flushed, but her big eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Daddy! Uncle Fatty! All of Tangtang's spoons have been given out!"
Not a single one left!
Tangtang held up her empty basket in front of the two of them, her face beaming with pride, "Wasn't Tangtang a super awesome little captain today?"
Lin Chen bent down and gently wiped the sweat from his daughter's face with a clean, damp towel, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Awesome! Tangtang did the best today."
Lin Chen didn't hold back his praise, "When we get home, Dad will give you two little red flowers."
"Yay! Two little red flowers!"
Tangtang was so happy that she jumped up and down on the spot.
Wang Hai, standing next to him, was completely absorbed in the numbers on his phone screen.
As his fingers swiped rapidly and the background data was compiled, Wang Hai's breathing became increasingly rapid.
"Brother Chen..."
Wang Hai suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Lin Chen, his voice trembling.
Lin Chen put the wet towel aside, pulled over a stool, sat down, picked up his water glass, and took a sip to moisten his throat.
"Out?"
Lin Chen asked calmly.
"It's out! All of it's out!"
Wang Hai was so excited that he slapped his thigh repeatedly, "Brother Chen!"
We prepared 90 pounds of black pork today, and because the whole family had a big gathering on Sunday, it was all gone in one go!
Add to that 120 servings of fried rice…
Wang Hai took a deep breath and roared out the number.
"Today's total daily turnover has exceeded 70,000!"
A full 72,300 yuan!
"Seventy-two thousand three hundred dollars!"
Wang Hai was so excited he was incoherent, "Brother Chen!"
Our roadside stall made over 70,000 yuan in one night!
A new all-time high! An absolute new all-time high!
Upon hearing this number, Lin Chen paused slightly in his hand holding the water glass.
70,000.
Even after deducting the cost of ingredients, the net profit tonight is still a considerable figure.
It's enough to easily surpass the daily net revenue of most medium-sized and large restaurants on the market.
Seeing Wang Hai spinning around excitedly, and Tangtang clapping happily beside him, Lin Chen's lips slowly curled into a smile.
"Alright, stop it."
Lin Chen stood up, put down his water glass, and said, "This is nothing."
Moving things home.
"Alright! Brother Chen, you've given the word. I'm bursting with energy right now, I'll carry this car back myself!"
Wang Hai put his phone in his pocket and began moving the equipment.