Stall setting starts from Malatang

Chapter 106 Chapter 106, Food Festival First Day 2
"What's the matter, why did all the people go to them?"

"Xiao Zhang, have you opened yet? This business is not as good as usual!"

"Xiao Lin Mala Tang didn't even open, what can I do!"

In the Beishan Night Market work exchange group, the stall owners couldn't help complaining.

Their expectations for this food festival are too high. In the past, it is normal for no one to patronize during leisure time, and the window period sometimes lasts for an hour.Lao Liu, who sells roasted seeds and nuts, spends more time sleeping than waking up every day, and he doesn't know what he does at night.

Especially looking at other people's prosperity and being deserted, it is a cold and heavy blow to the enthusiasm that is full of enthusiasm. The most feared thing between people is comparison.

At the Beishan Night Market, all the stall owners held back their energy and compared each other. Many people were unhappy to see that Xiaolin Malatang's business was good, but they didn't talk about it.But now that we moved to the venue of the food festival, everyone became united in hatred, thinking that we are all from Beishan Night Market, and we are our own people, and the other food festival vendors are outsiders.

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Huang Ze is an authentic Beishan native. He lives on Zhenzhong Road and is an authentic townsman.His grandfather passed away early, but he left his father a self-built house facing the street. The first floor is a storefront, which can be used for catering.In the past, they rented it to people from southern Hokkien to make Shaxian snacks, but in recent years, the business has been sluggish, so the lease was withdrawn. My father simply took the store back and joined a restaurant called Braised Chicken and Rice.

He is 16 years old this year, and he is a high school student at Beishan Middle School. He usually doesn't mention his family background very much, for fear that his classmates will laugh at him as the son of a cook.If the family opened a big hotel, then I wish someone would talk more and take the initiative to help him promote it, but the fast food such as braised chicken and rice is really hard to say.

Huang Ze's academic performance is not good, and he ranks in the middle and lower reaches of the ordinary class. According to his previous college entrance examination results, this kind of grade may not even have the opportunity to take the college entrance examination.He said he looked down on his small shop, but he knew in his heart that two years later, he would most likely go home to help.

He had already learned from his circle of friends that there was going to be a food festival at Beishan Night Market, so he made an appointment with his friends to come here before the holiday.One is to join in the fun, and the other is to see how his peers operate and gain experience in the catering industry. His parents are also very supportive of this, sponsoring 100 yuan for him to spend as he pleases.

"No matter where the food festival is, it seems that there are a few changes here and there, kebabs, marshmallows, fried bugs, freshly squeezed juice, spicy soup..."

After reuniting with their friends, a few teenagers showed the circle of friends to the staff, exchanged tickets, entered this vast venue, and saw several stalls placed in the most conspicuous position at the entrance, Huang Ze pretended to be sophisticated and complained.

The Yida Plaza in the county town held various types of food festivals every now and then. The gimmicks were different each time, but they were always different. After a few visits, he lost interest.This time it was mainly because I had never been to Beishan Night Market before, so I invited friends to visit. It seemed that there was nothing worth looking forward to.

"I heard from my classmates that there is a Mala Tang in Beishan Night Market that tastes good? It's not spicy, the soup is quite fresh, and the price is affordable. I don't know if you have participated."

said the accompanying friend.

"What is it called Lin Malatang? It doesn't seem to be a chain store, but its own brand."

Huang Ze had also heard about this, so he took out his phone, opened Dianping and looked it up, and immediately locked on the five words Xiaolin Malatang.

"It's here!"

Walking a few steps forward, I immediately saw the Beishan Night Market area in the middle of the venue, and Xiaolin Malatang was the center C.

"Huh? Why did you use a casserole, it seems to be different from the ones on the Internet?"

Seeing the casserole on the gas stove, Huang Ze looked at the photos of the dishes on his phone and found that there were discrepancies.He found the signboard and confirmed that it was the same restaurant, so he called his friends over and prepared to order a few dishes to try.

Among young people nowadays, "pulling weeds" usually refers to Tandian.I saw someone sharing how delicious and affordable a certain store was on the Internet, and I wanted to go there too, so I was called "planting grass."

"coming!"

Seeing the three teenagers in front of him pointing at his signboard and looking at his mobile phone from time to time, as if he was being guided by someone, Lin Xiaojian, who was so bored that he was drowsy, lifted his spirits, raised his head, and stared at him enthusiastically. They are ready for the first order today.

"Do you eat clams?"

"Eat it, I like flower nail powder the most."

"Two servings of duck blood."

"Have some instant noodles."

"What instant noodles are you eating? I'm full and I can't eat anything else."

The three teenagers chirped and discussed, and then picked out seven or eight dishes, indicating that they would be scalded in the same bowl.

Lin Xiaojian quickly took the stainless steel plate, poured the vegetables into the casserole, turned on the fire and started cooking.Seeing his opening, other stall owners in Beishan Night Market puffed up their mouths, and couldn't help yelling at the customers passing by: "Pancake, authentic Shandong pancake fruit!"

"Sweet melon seeds, pistachios, watermelon seeds, come and see!"

Although the location of the Beishan Night Market area is good, their signs are too inconspicuous, very old and simple.In contrast, the stall owners who specialize in food festivals know the importance of conspicuous store signs, and the signs are stuffed one by one.In order to attract the attention of customers, some stall owners even wore eye-catching costumes and made poses. Many customers cast curious eyes and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of these dramatic pictures.

The boss who sells kebabs is dressed in Mongolian costumes, and rough music is playing on the stereo. While grilling kebabs, he shakes his head and turns his body 360 degrees from time to time.Many children passed by, and when they saw his silly appearance, they pointed and laughed.

There is also a stall selling roasted pig's trotters, dressed in the costume of Zhu Bajie from "Journey to the West", sweating profusely.Beishan is mostly farmers and migrant workers. I have never seen this kind of cosplay attire. From time to time, customers come to take pictures.

"These people are too limitless."

"Yeah, if you don't do business well, you will only engage in these crooked ways."

Some stall owners complained in the group.The stall owners in Beishan Night Market are still in a relatively primitive state of operation, and they don’t pay much attention to details. Many people tore a piece of cardboard box and put it in front of the stall, and wrote the price and dishes on it. Get up, it looks irregular.

Compared with them, food festival stall owners are equivalent to a dimensionality reduction blow, firmly locking the eyes of customers.Where there is traffic, there is conversion.

After the casserole was served, Huang Ze asked his friends not to move their chopsticks in a hurry, and took out their mobile phones to "click" and start taking pictures.Seeing his actions, Lin Xiaojian was elated, knowing that he would post the photos to Moments or the Internet later, this is an obligation to promote himself!

(End of this chapter)