[Sold braised at: 345/200 pounds. Today’s task completed.]
[Received an additional reward: one Pebble Wok.]
The task for the third day was completed, and the reward was a useful wok for stir-frying.
Nowadays, there are many kinds of kitchenware on the market, in all varieties and styles. Such non-stick pans could also be bought online, likely costing eight or nine hundred yuan. However, since it was free, why not take it?
Jiang Feng took out the pan and found it to be entirely white, a style that seed out of place with his current kitchen’s decor. Kitchen pans are usually black or gray. A white pan is more suited for young people to coordinate with their own kitchens.
The rewards are all kitchenware. Not bad. They can be used when the kitchen is renovated in the future, Jiang Feng thought to himself.
Then, he busied himself preparing ingredients for the next day, taking the dog for a walk whenever he found a spare mont.
On the fourth day, he needed to prepare a new batch of master stock. Afterward, he would perform a secondary seasoning process to tailor it for different ingredients. For instance, pig’s feet, pig’s head at, and pig’s intestines would have caralized sugar added to give them a rich, glossy, reddish hue. Duck intestines and duck fras could be made slightly spicier, making them more satisfying. Chicken feet and gizzards could also be seasoned with spicier condints.
Soon, master stock was simring in the shop. Jiang Feng ticulously blended the flavors. The business was doing so well because, in addition to his skills and recipes, he was also very dedicated. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people lining up.
The next day, Jiang Feng returned to the resort village with the braised at still simring. Before he even arrived, he saw custors already waiting. This scene was no longer strange to him.
Jiang Feng parked the food truck, opened the service window, and hung up his signboard. Custors imdiately ford a long line. It seed that because Jiang Feng had left too early the previous day, departing at 1:00 p.m., many custors who ca to buy braised at had missed out. So, these people planned to co earlier the next day. As the saying goes, "Good things must be fought for." The sentint in the air was, "If you don’t buy now, you won’t get any!"
Jiang Feng imdiately got to work, weighing at for custors and packing it into boxes. However, the line just kept growing. In a short while, more than thirty people were queuing, the line stretching past other stalls, becoming a striking sight on the food street.
Many tourists were visiting the food street. They had originally co for so snacks, but when they noticed a large crowd queuing in front of one stall, they imdiately beca curious.
"What are they queuing for over there? Why so many people?"
They made their way to the front of the line and discovered it was a food truck selling braised at. This left them sowhat baffled. When had the braised at business beco this good? Queuing for bubble tea or ice cream would be understandable; many people drink bubble tea, shoppers often grab one, and its preparation can be slow. But queuing for braised at?
"Shall we get in line and try it?" so tourists discussed with their companions. They quickly agreed and joined the queue. With so many people in line, it had to be delicious!
Of course, often, things people queue for aren’t necessarily good. People might just be following the crowd or wanting to take photos for social dia, only to find the taste average once they buy it. But there are also foods worth queuing for—ones that make you feel, after the first bite, that the long wait was completely worth it.
The queue grew longer and longer.
anwhile, Liu Wu, the manager responsible for the resort village’s comrcial vendors, ca to the food street to check on their performance. As soon as he arrived, he saw a long queue that snaked around a corner and stretched far down the street.
"What on earth is going on?" Liu Wu was taken aback.
In all the ti the resort had been operating, nothing like this had ever happened. After all, with so many stalls around, even with nurous food enthusiasts, people usually bought and ate as they went, ensuring a quick custor flow without long lines forming. Yet now, a long line had ford on the food street. It was unbelievable!
Which vendor has this kind of pull? What are they selling? Or are these hired shills stirring up trouble? Liu Wu imdiately followed the long line toward its front. He had to find out the reason for this queue.
When he reached the front, he saw Jiang Feng’s food truck.
At that mont, Jiang Feng was in the food truck, serving braised at to custors, his hands a constant blur of motion.
Liu Wu approached the food truck and greeted Jiang Feng, "Jiang Feng, are all these people queuing up to buy your braised at?"
Hearing Liu Wu’s words, Jiang Feng glanced at the long queue and nodded. "Seems like it."
Liu Wu, visibly shocked, said, "I heard your business was good, but I didn’t expect it to be *this* good. There are so many people in line! Since when did braised at sell like this? This is the first ti I’ve ever seen a long queue in front of a braised at stall!"
What Liu Wu said was reasonable; it was indeed rare to see a queue for braised at.
Jiang Feng, however, found it normal and explained, "It’s because my stall is open for a short ti and I sell a limited amount. I leave as soon as I’m sold out. Other braised at shops have more stock, so custors aren’t in a rush to buy, and no one queues."
Hearing Jiang Feng’s explanation, Liu Wu nodded, finding it quite logical. Jiang Feng sold a fixed amount of braised at each day and left once it was gone. Since his braised at was delicious, if people wanted to buy it, they had to queue.
Just then, another custor arrived; it was Zhang Xinya from Happy Ranch.
"Boss, I’m here to buy so braised at," Zhang Xinya said with a smile. "Your business is really booming! It’s only been a few days, and the queue ti is getting longer and longer."
"Yeah, I didn’t expect business to pick up quite like this," Jiang Feng replied.
"I’ll take ten pig’s trotters, 5 pounds of duck intestines, 5 pounds of chicken feet, and 3 pounds of chicken gizzards." Zhang Xinya was still buying a substantial amount of braised at.
"Okay, no problem," Jiang Feng confird.
Then Zhang Xinya added, "Everyone at our ranch loves the braised at you make. I guess we’ll be coming over every day from now on. With such good business, why not rent a small shop here and open a dedicated braised at shop?"
Hearing Zhang Xinya’s suggestion, Jiang Feng responded with a smile, "I might not be setting up my stall here for much longer. I’ll be moving to a new place in a few days. Renting a small shop isn’t very realistic for ."
Hearing this, before Zhang Xinya could reply, Liu Wu anxiously asked, "You’re leaving? Is it because there aren’t enough visitors to the resort? Or is there so other reason?"
Zhang Xinya’s heart skipped a beat. If such a good chef left, they wouldn’t be able to enjoy such delicious braised at anymore.
Jiang Feng replied, "It’s not that the resort isn’t good. It’s just my habit to change stall locations frequently. I’ll see how things go."
Liu Wu quickly said, "Jiang Feng, why don’t you just set up your stall here? I’ll waive the stall fee for you! Many of the recent visitors have been asking for you. I was hoping you’d beco the star attraction of our food street!"
Liu Wu wanted Jiang Feng’s braised at stall to attract more custors.
However, Jiang Feng’s situation was unique. Besides, he genuinely enjoyed changing his stall’s location weekly. If he were to sell the sa thing every day, he might as well find a job as a chef in a restaurant. Moreover, the rewards from the system’s tasks brought him a pleasant sense of surprise. These positive incentives kept his motivation for running the stall high.
"I’ll see how things go; I can’t be sure just yet," Jiang Feng said again.
Hearing Jiang Feng’s words, Zhang Xinya had an idea and said, "Boss, let’s add each other on WeChat. That way, wherever you set up your stall next, I can find you to buy from you."
Hearing this, Jiang Feng replied, "I don’t add people on WeChat. I’m not really into chatting."
Zhang Xinya was montarily taken aback, seemingly not expecting Jiang Feng to refuse, but she still managed a polite, "Oh, alright then."
Jiang Feng finished weighing the at, packed it into boxes, and handed them to Zhang Xinya. He glanced back; the line of custors seed to have grown even longer. This ant he would likely finish even earlier than the previous day. He might be able to close up around 12:30 p.m.
The thought of finishing work early made Jiang Feng unconsciously speed up his movents. After all, who doesn’t look forward to clocking off!
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