I Open a Restaurant in another World

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Chicken

Chen Jiu followed Zhang Beiting's line of sight and glanced at his cold noodle stall. He was not embarrassed and said with a smile: "I won't let them set up a stall here tomorrow."

Zhang Beiting said "Oh" expressionlessly, without pointing out the fact that he didn't come to set up a stall, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't do it anymore.

It costs two cents to set up a stall to the inn, plus five cents for each of the two tables, which is twelve cents.

Chen's cold noodles are one cent cheaper per bowl than theirs, and they didn't sell many bowls today, so it's strange that they can still set up the stall.

"In addition to the one on South Street, my family also has a bigger noodle shop on Changxing Street," Chen Jiu continued, "Sell me some chili oil, and I will only sell it in the noodle shop over there. It won't affect your stall on South Street, and you can also make more money from chili oil."

He added: "Besides, my mother's appetite has been poor since summer, but she likes to eat cold noodles mixed with your chili oil. If we can have your chili oil, we can mix some other dishes when we go back, and she can eat more every day."

This is playing the emotional card and the interest card together.

Unfortunately, Zhang Beiting is not a real nerd who has never seen routines, nor is he a fool who doesn't think about the consequences when he hears that he can make more money.

He smiled and said, "Manager Chen, you are joking. Chili oil is my family's secret recipe. If I sell it separately just to make more money, my late parents would scold me in my dreams if they knew about it."

He also advised, "The old lady is old. Even if it's hot and her appetite is poor, don't eat too much chili. It's easy to hurt her stomach. I will sell an appetizer in a few days. Manager Chen can buy some for the old lady to try."

The smile on Chen Jiu's face faded as he listened, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore. He touched his nose and said, "Then... I'll come and see in a few days."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his own stall.

"Okay," Zhang Beiting said, "I'll save a portion for you then."

He dragged the last word "ah" for an especially long time.

Chen Jiu almost sprained his ankle.

Song Yanqing frowned and whispered, "If he hadn't learned how to make our chili oil and set up a stall here to steal our business, we wouldn't have been unable to sell out the cold noodles the day before yesterday. How could he dare to ask us to sell chili oil to him alone?"

"As long as you are thick-skinned enough, you won't lose anything if you ask," Zhang Beiting said, "If we were foolish enough and believed his sweet talk and sold the chili oil to him, wouldn't he have made a profit?"

In the business world, there will be more than one person like Chen Jiu.

On the way back, Zhang Beiting pushed a wheelbarrow and Song Yanqing carried a big bucket.

While walking, Song Yanqing stopped.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Beiting asked.

Song Yanqing: "Someone is selling chicks on the roadside."

In the alley where they live, every household has a front yard and a back yard, and they are not small. For convenience and to save money, most families will grow some vegetables in the back yard and raise a few chickens.