Don’t say it, even Chen Mo is a bit flustered at the mont.
There’s an unexpected influx of people next door, without any intention of tasting half a portion of fried rice first; they just line up and start ordering a serving of Yangzhou Fried Rice right away.
Originally idle, Huang Bo now finds himself extrely busy.
For a mont, the queues in front of both stalls seem evenly matched.
The person in charge of the Ecological Garden, Liu Xu, has been waiting all day in the office without seeing Chen Mo. Now, he’s in the dorms browsing Douyin, and he stumbles upon Gao Hao’s livestream.
"Wow, so many people already?"
In the livestream, you can see the North Gate of the Ecological Garden bustling with people, fortunately, soone is maintaining order on the scene, so it doesn’t seem too chaotic.
"I didn’t expect Boss Xiao Chen to have such power, actually able to attract tourists!"
Liu Xu gets up and paces back and forth, his mind filled with the question of how to convert these tourists into revenue for the Ecological Garden.
anwhile, as business picks up on Huang Bo’s side, the Xue Ping brothers also notice sothing is amiss.
"Bro, it looks like the other side hired a bunch of shills!"
"And they call themselves a master chef, using such shaless tactics, really disgusting!"
Xue Ping cursed through his teeth, "Forget about them, let’s just focus on our work. Trust that the boss has his plans!"
By ten o’clock at night, the North Gate passage is already overcrowded.
So people ca because they saw Old Tang exploring the shops in Gao Hao’s livestream, and as Huaxia people like to say, "since we’re here," they joined the queue seeing how many people were there.
Others were anxious from watching the livestream, feeling that Huang Bo was about to lose, so they ca to support the local cuisine.
The result is this: at ten o’clock, the North Gate passage is packed with people, almost like there’s so big event going on.
However, as more and more people arrive, Chen Mo watches his Experience Value rising faster, the wager with Huang Bo has already been set aside in his mind.
Because, it’s now.
With one hour left until closing ti, Chen Mo only needs an additional 20,000 yuan in sales, and the food truck can level up!
"This won’t do."
Estimating the revenue speed, even with the lion’s head and fried rice in full swing, reaching 20,000 yuan in one hour is tough.
Chen Mo turns his head, glancing at the electric stove beside the fire stove, where four large stears perched, containing the buns he made before opening.
After making the buns, they can’t be stead imdiately; they need to sit in the stear and rise for a while. Just now, Chen Mo noticed that the rising dough’s progress bar was about to reach the sparkling spot.
"Whether we complete the task tonight depends on you!"
As the light ball reaches the glittering spot, Chen Mo imdiately turns on the electric stove switch, gradually heating the water below the stears until it boils.
Steaming buns doesn’t affect Chen Mo’s fried rice speed.
Every pound of dry rice can make three servings of fried rice, and at Chen Mo’s current speed, he can finish five servings of fried rice in five to six minutes!
The black ladle and black pot clash furiously, and with every pot, five custors receive their fried rice.
Custors grabbing fried rice leave the queue, and those behind move forward to fill the gap.
Liu Xu steps out of the Ecological Garden, montarily stunned by the scene, "How many years has it been since the Ecological Garden was this crowded, damn!"
Now cos the problem.
These custors primarily ca for Chen Mo or Huang Bo, rely dining at the North Gate. How could the Ecological Garden convert such large traffic into so benefit?
Liu Xu stands at the back, observing the three neatly arranged stalls in front.
Which are: Huang Bo’s and Chen Mo’s food truck, plus Chen Mo’s lion head stall.
Actually, the Ecological Garden doesn’t have to convert traffic into inco; for such public projects, inco isn’t usually the main goal.
As long as there are enough people, the Ecological Garden fulfills its mission.
Liu Xu notices many custors leaving after consuming several servings of fried rice, entering the Ecological Garden from the North Gate, saying they’re too full and need a walk to digest.
He quickly calls the security at the South Gate.
No more ticket sales now, with such a crowd, charging an entrance fee could lead to trouble!
Chen Mo, frantically making fried rice, pulls out several more pots when the four stears have been steaming for fifteen minutes beside him.
"Now’s the ti."
Chen Mo turns off the power switch, stopping the water beneath the stear from boiling, but the pots can’t be opened yet, the buns must continue resting in the stear for another three minutes.
Only by doing this, the buns will beco soft and fluffy.
"Xue Ping."
Busy delivering the lion’s head, the older brother jogs over, "What’s up?"
"Add a new category to the nu."
"Sure."
Xue Ping finds a pen.
"Three-Piece Bun, 15 yuan each."
Hiss!
Xue Ping suddenly turns to his boss with an incredulous look.
Boss, are you trying to offend the entire culinary circle of Yangzhou?
If Yangzhou Fried Rice is the sky of Jingya Pavilion, then the Three-Piece Bun is the lifeblood of Shuyue Pavilion!
Unlike Jingya Pavilion, which often serves out-of-town visitors, Shuyue Pavilion’s Three-Piece Bun is beloved even by locals.
Every morning, there’s a never-ending line outside Shuyue Pavilion with custors buying buns, and out-of-towners who visit Yangzhou are eager to try their Five-Pepper Bun, complete with an ID number, at high prices.
Xue Ping’s shock stems from Chen Mo causing a stir with the lion’s head first, then quarreling with Jingya Pavilion over Yangzhou Fried Rice, and now targeting the Three-Piece Bun?
"Boss, I have a reason to suspect you’re targeting this precisely."
"Not really," Chen Mo roughly understands what Xue Ping is implying, "Just write it down."
Xue Ping quickly adds the new dish on the blackboard, [Three-Piece Bun: 15 yuan each]
This action imdiately stirs unrest among the custors in line, even Old Tang, who’s sitting outside waiting for his assistant to buy fried rice, turns his head over.
"Wow, Three-Piece Bun?"
"Isn’t this little boss crazy? Can he handle this many types on his own?"
"Aweso... I wonder if Shuyue Pavilion will step in this ti, kind of looking forward to it!"
"Oh my, I can almost see the Four Great Towers setting up stalls in the Ecological Garden for a brawl with Boss Xiao Chen."
Admittedly, even though it’s just the simple addition of a new dish, it has caused quite a stir.
Even those shills brought in by Huang Bo have turned their heads in unison to watch.
Huang Bo is taken aback for a mont, then suddenly grins.
This is going to be entertaining!
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