1novels Chapter 55 Supply and Demand Imbalance
Chapter 55 Supply and Demand Imbalance
As Aunt Zhang spoke, she quietly opened the door.
Zhao Jiahui also held his breath and slowly moved outwards.
To be honest, when it comes to taking health supplements, he and Aunt Zhang are definitely on the same side.
If it weren't for his mother An Hong's insistence, Zhao Jiahui would absolutely refuse to eat these things. A handful every day, no one could stand it!
Aunt Zhang opened the door slowly, as if she were doing something wrong, just as the two of them were about to leave.
"Click".
The bedroom door opened.
An Hong rubbed her eyes and came out.
They bumped into the two people who were about to leave, and the three of them stared at each other in silence.
Aunt Zhang: Oh no!
the other side.
Chen Yuan's business is better than usual.
Before 7:30, Chen Yuan's goods were sold out, and even the soup from the hundred bowls of wontons was completely gone.
Most of the people who arrived late were office workers.
They were filled with frustration and regret, and they cried out in despair.
"I should have known better than to sleep for those five minutes!"
"I'm really fed up. I'll have to come even earlier tomorrow!"
"I will never stay up late again, never again, I swear!"
Of course, while some look inward for the reasons, others look outward for them.
Chen Yuan had just finished saying that the items were sold out when he was surrounded by several office workers.
They all started talking at once.
"Boss, could you make more next time?! It's only 7:30 and you're already closing up shop?! Is that even acceptable?!"
"Boss, you're so strong, can't you work a little longer? Fry a few more dough sticks, then it'll be my turn! Frying dough sticks isn't hard work."
There are also three thought-provoking questions.
"Hey boss, how can you be so lazy? Have you paid your mortgage? Your car loan? Have you covered your kids' tuition?"
Chen Yuan: ...
But there was nothing Chen Yuan could do; he hadn't expected the number of people to increase again in the past few days, and he hadn't had time to prepare.
After promising to make more tomorrow, he pointed to Ma Wenming's pancake stall not far away and said.
"I'm really sorry, we're out of them. Why don't you all go and get some jianbing guozi? This jianbing guozi shop is quite clean and has been selling for many years."
I originally thought I could persuade these people to leave.
Unexpectedly, some sharp-eyed people immediately spotted the few remaining buns in the kitchen.
After learning that it was food that Chen Yuan had left for him.
The crowd erupted in uproar.
"Boss! How could you do such a thing!"
"Boss, what's wrong with you? Why don't you go eat some jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe)?"
"Aren't you tired of eating your own homemade steamed buns every day? Can't you go out and buy something to eat? Can't you give this precious spot to us working folks?!"
"You're so heartless, boss!"
"There are seven or eight left over there. You only need two at most. Give us the rest!"
"Boss, you're too fat! Go lose some weight! Give me two right now!"
Chen Yuan lowered his head and looked at his vaguely visible eight-pack abs.
Ok……
These corporate slaves have really developed an illusion from working so hard.
Under pressure from the crowd, Chen Yuan had no choice but to divide the remaining eight buns into eight portions and sell one to each person, which finally calmed their anger.
Chen Yuan: Why is it so difficult to be the owner of a breakfast shop?
After shooing the group away, Chen Yuan quickly prepared the steamed buns and fried dough sticks that Qin Zhengjiang needed and put them all into the insulated box.
Chen Youyou, who was about to wake up from her dream and was preparing to have a meat bun to start her day, heard Chen Yuan's explanation for why there were no meat buns to eat today.
She tilted her head and looked at Chen Yuan, speaking in a particularly innocent way.
"Dad, do you mean that Uncle and Auntie took Youyou's food?"
Chen Yuan was helpless. He didn't care that he had nothing to eat, but he had to feed his precious daughter.
After cleaning up, he carried Chen Youyou to Ma Wenming's stall.
"Uncle, give me two jianbing guozi, one for the child, with an extra egg, no chili, no scallions or cilantro, I'll have the mild one, everything, and a pack of spicy strips."
Spicy strips are such a strange thing; I don't crave them most of the time, but I sometimes really crave them.
In addition, Chen Yuan has been quite busy lately and hasn't eaten anything purely additive-free and non-natural for a long time.
Seeing the spicy strips on Ma Wenming's stall made my mouth water.
Ma Wenming raised his eyelids, glanced at the father and daughter, and then, without knowing what he was thinking, lowered his head again to make pancakes.
Ma Wenming's movements were very skillful.
The batter was mainly made of mung bean flour, and Ma Wenming added a small amount of corn flour to it, spreading it into a thin layer.
Crack two eggs on top.
Chen Youyou's portion was only brushed with a very small amount of sauce.
After making it, Ma Wenming rolled the pancake up a little more so that Chen Youyou could hold it and eat it more easily, making it narrower and easier for the child's little hands to grasp.
Chen Youyou took it with both hands and called out sweetly.
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
That one sound brought a long-lost smile to Ma Wenming's face.
After all, most people can't resist Chen Youyou's charming and coquettish tactics.
Chen Youyou opened the plastic bag, but instead of eating it herself, she first held the pancake to Chen Yuan's mouth and said in a soft, sweet voice.
"Give it to Dad."
Chen Yuan's heart was almost melting, and he hurriedly said.
"Thank you, Youyou. You can have yours. Dad's is being prepared."
"Oh well."
Chen Youyou was indeed hungry, so she opened her small mouth and took a big bite.
With a distinct "click," Chen Youyou's big eyes widened in surprise.
"Mmm! So delicious!"
Ma Wenming, who was usually serious and taciturn, suddenly spoke up.
"This batter is made with mung bean flour and cornmeal, which are whole grains and good for children."
Although Chen Youyou didn't quite understand, she nodded her little head vigorously.
"Delicious, delicious, and crunchy!"
Chen Yuan's portion was ready quickly.
Chen Yuan took it and took a bite; the taste was indeed very good.
With its rich and layered texture, the mung bean flour batter has a unique flavor, being both soft and chewy.
Ma Wenming is very skilled; the eggs on his pancakes are tender and smooth, while the thin, crispy bits add a crunchy texture.
Especially the sauce inside, which tastes unlike any other sauce on the market.
After tasting it carefully, Chen Yuan said.
"Uncle, this sauce has a very unique flavor. Did you make it yourself?"
"Um."
Ma Wenming is very sparing with his words.
Chen Yuan nodded as he ate.
"The taste is definitely different, Uncle. I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."
Unexpectedly, Ma Wenming raised his head at this moment, his old face drooping, looking at Chen Yuan with resentment.
What's the use of being skilled?
"Even if it's good, I can only get what you leave behind."
Chen Yuan: Awkward, he smiled awkwardly and dared not speak.