✓ I support my husband by running a snack street

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☆ 41. Chapter 41

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41 After a few days, Jian Shi'an's stall resumed normal business again. The guests who go south and north today are in a wave tomorrow, although the people are not the same batch, but the taste is almost the same.

"Boss Jane, bring me another ear mushroom!

"Boss Jane, I want a copy too!"

Jian Shi'an quickly threw the ear mushrooms mixed with batter in advance into the oil pot, thanks to his foresight, he weighed the ear mushrooms early and divided them, which was able to catch up with the rhythm of the guests.

Lu Qinghan on the side was not idle, he was wiping the table and collecting money, so busy that he didn't even have the time to drink water. Although Jian Shi'an felt sorry for him, if he stopped at this stall, it would obviously be irresponsible to the customers.

The busier the business, the more everyone is optimistic about him. If you abandon these customers because you feel sorry for your husband, this is not distressed, it is irresponsible.

Gotta think of the best of both worlds.

Jian Shi'an silently calculated in his heart how long it would take for the ear mushrooms in the oil pot to be fully ripe, while looking around, trying to find a solution in the crowd.

Last time, Hu Yang told him that he wanted to bring his nephew Xiaobinzi to meet him, but I don't know if the uncle and nephew have discussed it properly. If his prediction is right, Hu Yang should have brought him to the door recently.

Sure enough, Jian Shi'an spotted Hu Yang on the corner of the street. Not only that, but he was accompanied by a young man who did not look very old, who was the age of an apprentice.

But Jian Shi'an couldn't speak immediately, he knew that the two were still waiting. Especially Hu Bin, after all, the person who learns art is himself, and he has to figure out the path he wants to take in the future and be responsible for himself.

It just so happened that the ear mushrooms in his hands had also reached the critical point of getting out of the pot, and Jian Shi'an didn't have the heart to think about others, and pulled all his thoughts back to the food in front of him.

Some customers have a heavy taste and need to sprinkle salt grains; Some of them want to taste exotic spices, and they come specifically for the variety of spices he has here.

Jian Shi'an didn't dare to be careless, carefully adjusted according to everyone's taste, and at the end of his mouth, he also said that he hoped that the other party would leave him a feedback after tasting it.

To be honest, half of the vendors who buy fried skewers come because they are attracted by the freshness, and the remaining half are Jian Shi'an's old customers.

These customers all know the feedback from Jian Shi'an, which is nothing more than that the other party hopes to put forward pertinent suggestions so that they can follow these suggestions to improve the taste of food or table and chair facilities.

Jian Shi'an's opinion book was not only hung on that day or two, but on the handle of the trolley for a long time, for the customers who came to buy food to add a few strokes.

This opinion book is also exquisite.

Jian Shi'an specially found two bamboo boards, clamped the paper one after the other, and finally specially drilled small holes in the bamboo boards and the edge of the white paper, and carefully tied them with strong hemp rope.