Chapter 693
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As a successful peddler who had built his business from scratch, Qin Guan knew what was good at the fair.
If you dared to sell the World Beauty in such a market, you would end up with zero income for a day, and the original high-end signboard would also be smashed.
Therefore, in this kind of bustling market, choosing to sell food was the best choice.
In American markets, there were essential snacks. That was everyone's favorite in their memories.
Soft cotton candy, fragrant corn dogs, big apples covered in syrup, and all kinds of fried food were popular at any fair.
However, that was not enough for Qin Guan.
His choices were similar, so he could easily be dressed the same as other vendors.
If he wanted to be the best seller and win the prize sponsored by Columbia University, he had to find another way.
And in this market, the participation of Chinese delicacies was indispensable!
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The white van of Xu Xiaoxiao's restaurant stopped, revealing Qin Guan's true colors.
Inside the huge plastic safety box were all kinds of ingredients that had already been cut up, and the huge iron cart was the ultimate tool for their operation.
Qin Guan had lit the gas stove that Chinese vendors liked to use. Pork and green onion buns from Chinatown in Tianjin were arranged neatly in their steamers like fat soldiers.
Cubes of noodles were weighed separately and were ready to go. They were waiting for their master to give the order so that they could show their fearless, smooth, and bouncy teeth!
When the ticket office at the front of the market started to collect tickets, the Columbia Fair opened.
Children were free of charge, and adults were priced at one dollar. It was a good choice. The residents and students who had already received the notice became the new force of the market.
As the students at the front desk sold the tickets, the market that had been prepared for the day officially started to be filled up.
Qin Guan looked at his wristwatch and put on the dog apron Cong Nianwei had prepared for him. Then he started his first day as a vendor.
Whoosh!
Warm peanut oil was squeezed onto the hot iron plate by Qin Guan with a mineral water bottle.
For the peddlers, this kind of apparatus was more even than an oil pot, and it was more fuel-efficient.
Qin Guan cracked the egg in his left hand and spread it on the iron plate. Then he used the spatula in his right hand to break it.
The customers turned their attention to Qin Guan's stall. It had been a long time since breakfast.
The smooth movements of the chef, the rich ingredients, and the unusual aroma from the iron plate were all the reasons why they stopped in their tracks.
Sliced Cantonese sweet sausages and canola mixed together made the golden fried noodles sprinkled with soy sauce look tempting.
The 6-dollar signboard in front of the trolley was the driving force for the Americans to move forward.
"Fried noodles, please!"
The first customer pointed at the noodles that were about to be cooked and placed his first order.
"Okay! Wait a moment! "
He lifted the spatula and filled the simple lunch box with noodles in an instant. The food was cheap.
A pair of white bamboo chopsticks was handed to the first customer. He found himself in an awkward situation.
Whether it was the boss in front of him or the other customers behind him, they were all eagerly looking at the fried noodles in his hand and his next move.
The stunned diner pulled the chopsticks away with trembling hands and stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth. However, after the noodles entered his mouth, his eyes instantly shone with a high-decibel light.
Then, the customer ignored the noise around him and buried his head in the chair as if there was no one else around.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! "
The people at the side were anxious. Didn't they know that the cruelest thing in this world than starving was watching others eat when they were hungry?!!
Some impatient people started shouting at the side of Qin Guan's stall.
"Hey! My friend! Don't just focus on eating! How does it taste? Say something! "
"That's right! It's disloyal to only care about yourself!"
The man standing in the middle couldn't bear the scorching gazes any longer. He roared angrily at the flies that were trying to stop him from eating properly. "Can't you f * cking see for yourself whether it's delicious or not?!"
His voice calmed everyone down. The team that quickly assembled showed how tempting the aroma of the food in the air was.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, who had flour on her face, were busy. The stall, which looked like a couple's, was selling food in full swing.
Xu Xiaoxiao, who had grown up in Chinatown, was in charge of selling food and soliciting customers.
With the cooperation of the three of them, coupled with the help of Lord Ge, who was passing by, in less than half a day, when the sun was still hanging high in the sky, the ingredients at their stall had already been sold out.
If he really had to sell something, there were still two pieces of ginger left. They dominated the empty food box.
Qin Guan could barely lift his arms. He had reached his limit after making hundreds of stir-fried noodles. The perseverance of a peddler at the night market was not something he could bear.
The ancients were right. It was difficult to go from extravagance to simplicity.
But when he turned his head and looked at the box full of change, he felt very satisfied for no reason.
This simple market stall had earned them thousands of dollars in sales.
At nightfall, Qin Guan's shop won the prize of the best selling shop.
The amount of the bonus was equal to their total income from the fair, which meant that their team would get double the amount of money they had earned that day.
He felt lucky, as if a pie had fallen from the sky. The colorful banknotes seemed to have swept away all his sorrows. He was in a state of excitement.
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