Chapter 724
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"He's trying to compete with Kerry's Rotisserie, which is so popular that it has almost no business at all? Is he dreaming?"
"Could it be that the owner of this stall bribed someone? Is he trying to use this to hype up his own rotisserie? "
"You don't say, that's actually a possibility. Otherwise, why would an idiot do something like this?"
"Even though I like what this guy is saying, isn't he just throwing an egg at a rock?"
"Roast beef for one silver coin per cube? Since when was beef sold by cubes? "
"Amy's? How come I've never heard of this restaurant? Could it be that they're trying to hype up this restaurant? "
All of the passersby and nearby stall owners were discussing quietly among themselves as they looked at Meg's new signboard. It was quite clear that not many people were optimistic that Meg would be able to make a comeback.
"Alex is going to set up a stall to sell roast beef? Is it edible? "
Irina looked at Meg with a skeptical expression. Back in the day, Alex had even eaten all of the food that she cooked, and the only thing that he didn't eat when it came to cooking was raw meat.
But now, he was going to rent this stall and make a bet with someone else. Was he going to do better than the stall owner in a single afternoon?
"Big Sister Irina, Father is going to set up a stall! Let's be the first customers; Father's roast beef kebabs are super delicious! " Amy's eyes lit up, and she got down from Irina's arms before leading her over to the outdoor table beside the stall. Father really is smart; as long as I eat his delicious food, Big Sister Irina will definitely fall in love with him.
"You won't die from eating it, right?" Irina was still skeptical. After all, Alex was someone who could eat so much roast chicken that she threw up.
"Of course not!" Amy shook her head with a confident expression. "It really is super delicious!"
"Alright, I believe in Amy." Irina smiled as she stroked Amy's hair and sat down on a stool with Amy.
Sinclair looked at Meg's new signboard and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Mak, did you write the wrong signboard? This is a piece of beef, right? How can you describe it as a grain? "
"That's right, there's only one. It's about this size." Meg made a circle with his index finger and thumb as he continued to inspect the ingredients that Sinclair had prepared.
There were two large pieces of ordinary beef tenderloin. The freshness of the tenderloin was not bad. It should have just been slaughtered in the morning. There were ice cubes underneath.
The stall was using a charcoal grill and a long barbecue rack. Beside it were palm-sized slices of steak, which should be the barbecue meat that Sinclair was selling.
As for the seasoning …
Meg looked around and found only salt.
"What a Buddhist-style barbecue … It doesn't even have any oil. Is it dry roast beef? It's no wonder that business is so good. " Meg couldn't help but grumble in his mind. This was a lean beef tenderloin. If it were beef tenderloin, there would at least be some oil.
"System, I don't want anything else. Give me a bottle of cumin and a bottle of black pepper." Meg was a little speechless as he closed the condiment box.
"Host, this mission …"
"If you're not selling, then I'll double the price and have someone else buy it for me." Meg calmly interrupted the system.
"The system is at your service. A bottle of cumin and a bottle of black pepper have been delivered. Double the price has been successfully deducted. Please specify where to receive the goods." The system's cheerful voice sounded.
"Holy f * ck! Did I agree to double the price? "Meg raised an eyebrow.
"I'll double the price and have someone else buy it for me. I'll double the price and have someone else … "A voice recording played in Meg's mind on a loop.
"The system will provide you with the best service!" The system's voice seemed to have a face behind it with a professional fake smile.
"You're f * cking awesome!" Meg was feeling a little conflicted. As expected, when the system was shameless, even he had to back down a little.
"Is it this big? Are you sure? " Sinclair pressed his eyes closer to the small circle, and looked at Mag through it with an incredulous expression. How could someone be willing to buy a single cube of beef of this size? Furthermore, each cube cost a silver coin, while his entire steak was only selling for 20 copper coins!
Meg waved the toothpick container next to him and looked at Sinclair. "Yes, Mr. Sinclair. If you have time, can you help me buy a bucket of high-quality rapeseed oil and 10 toothpicks from other vendors?"
"Toothpicks? Is Mr. Mak worried that customers will need to pick their teeth after eating beef? Don't worry. According to my experience, customers rarely ask for toothpicks. These toothpicks are enough. "Sinclair shook his head with a smile.
"No, the toothpicks are for skewers of meat." Meg shook his head and looked at Sinclair with a serious expression. "It's getting late. If Mr. Sinclair is willing to work for me for half a day, I hope you can ask fewer questions. Otherwise, I'll change my staff."
As expected, Meg still preferred Yabemiya and Sally, who were quick on their feet and didn't talk much. This bearded man was a little too active and wasn't a good employee.
Sinclair looked at Meg's serious expression and hesitated for a moment. Even though he had a lot of questions to ask, he swallowed them all and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Mak." He then immediately turned around and walked to the stall next door.
Even though he had already decided to sell this stall and announce that his business had failed, he still wasn't willing to give up. If he could slap Kerry's Rotisserie in the face before he left, then he would be very happy. Now, he just had to see if this Mr. Mak really had the ability to do so.
Meg pulled out two bottles of seasoning powder from the cart. After his last experience, Meg no longer trusted the system to transfer things into his pocket. Irina was watching from the side.
"Looks like we'll have to eat my roast meat for lunch today." Meg looked at Irina and Amy with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll eat Father's roast beef ten thousand times!" Amy raised her little hand and yelled.
Irina looked at Meg with a serious expression, and said, "I hope I'll be able to make it to the next restaurant alive after eating it."
"I think you'll like it." Meg smiled as he turned around and began to prepare the beef. It appeared that Alex's cooking skills were even worse than he had imagined.
All of the beef was cut into two-centimeter cubes by Meg. There were two large cubes of beef, so there were over 1,000 cubes in total. After that, Meg went to a few other stalls and bought some seasoning powder from the stall owners. After that, he placed all of the cubes of beef into a large basin for further research.
Due to the limitations of ingredients and time, Mag naturally couldn't make beef kebabs of the same standard as the ones he had made in the restaurant. However, at one silver coin per kebab, it was still worth it. His goal for the afternoon was to sell all of the beef he had.
"I almost forgot!" Meg suddenly slapped his own forehead as he took out a pen and scribbled a few words on the notice.
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