Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 383 - 353: Here Come the Shrimp!

It’s hard to imagine that the Phoenix Tail Shrimp, which used to sell for a hundred or eighty yuan apiece in the restaurant, now seems almost like it’s free, being poured from a big black pot into another huge stainless steel basin!

What a spectacular scene, how majestic!

It’s like the goddess you couldn’t even touch in the past suddenly kneeling in front of you now, begging you to take another look at her.

What’s even more shocking is that because the black pot is so full, with huge amounts of ingredients and seasonings, it emits an incredibly rich aroma when it’s being dished out.

It’s the smell of garlic, the freshness of shrimp, a scent that makes one inhale deeply.

At this moment, the North Gate was boiling over!

"Line up, everyone line up here! Garlic Phoenix Tail Shrimp, two yuan each, no longer limited in quantity, please line up to purchase!"

Xue Ping, at some point, borrowed Boss Chen’s old loudspeaker from the food cart, and his loud shout finally restored some semblance of order as customers began lining up in front of Xue Ping’s stall.

Xue An and Huang Bo were bustling around to help, one responsible for packaging, the other supervising payments.

With so many people and such a chaotic scene, it wasn’t about fearing customers skipping the bill but making sure no one accidentally paid the wrong amount or forgot to pay amid the chaos, which would not be appropriate.

After all, Boss Xiao Chen was selling the shrimp at close to cost!

"Xue Ping, come take this, I don’t have enough containers."

Chen Mo pulled a box of bamboo skewers from the cabinet and put it by the food cart door, leftovers from selling barbecue in Chengdu.

They came in handy at this moment.

Xue Ping pulled out a handful of bamboo skewers.

The first customer looked at the mound of river shrimp in the big basin, the aroma even more enticing up close, "Give me fifty!"

"Right away!"

Xue Ping, wearing disposable gloves, moved swiftly, skewering shrimp one after another onto the bamboo skewers.

Having suffered a defeat, Yang Wenhua watched the scene from the sidelines, quite moved.

Even at Shuyue Pavilion, there were never so many people at once. The key was that those customers were never as frenzied as here, all swarming to the stall.

Ordering fifty or a hundred like the shrimp were being given away for free, not treating their own money like money at all.

All the customers went next door to buy shrimp, leaving Chen Mo’s food cart idle.

But fortunately, the shrimp were handed over to Xue Ping after being prepared, which still added to the Experience Value.

If they were made directly at Xue Ping’s stall, they had to be brought back to the food cart for the final step of processing to count towards the Experience Value.

Yang Wenhua walked to the food cart and saw Chen Mo pouring more river shrimp into the big black pot.

At this moment, he was completely convinced.

"Boss Chen."

"What’s up?" Chen Mo didn’t even lift an eyelid, too busy.

"How about I start today? Since I lost the bet, today or tomorrow’s the same."

"But there’s no work for you today, I haven’t prepared anything else." Chen Mo continued busying himself.

"I can help sell!"

"Sure, do as you like, I don’t have time to arrange things for you, see what you can do."

"Great!"

Yang Wenhua immediately ran to join Xue Ping and his brother, happily saying, "Boss Chen agrees to let me start early."

"Weren’t you Yang Chef... why are you so happy about losing the bet?" Huang Bo couldn’t understand.

He himself was glad because he could learn to make fried rice, and maybe work at Elder Qin’s restaurant later.

What about you, Yang Chef, did Elder Qin also invite you?

Yang Wenhua smugly raised his chin, "I’ve realized that winning or losing doesn’t matter at all."

"Then what does matter?" Huang Bo asked, puzzled.

Yang Wenhua took a deep breath and looked around at the crowd of customers, "Being able to set up shop by Boss Chen’s side is what matters most!"

Right now, there are so many people at the North Gate, even customers who traveled from afar to join in the excitement. Who are they all here for?

Chen Mo.

Since so many people are here for Chen Mo, do you think it’s realistic to gamble with Chen Mo and then try to hog all this traffic for yourself?

Yang Wenhua only realized now that his boss’s strategy was flawed from the start.

There’s really no need to gamble, no need to set himself against Boss Chen Mo.

Isn’t the current situation just perfect?

On the surface, he looks like he’s lost the bet and working for free for Boss Chen Mo. But in reality, as long as this crowd keeps coming, he gets to stay by Chen Mo’s side and soak up the spotlight. Isn’t that just as good as being famous?

Of course, Yang Wenhua was too lazy to explain all this to Huang Bo.

Watching Xue Ping skewer the shrimp gave Yang Wenhua an idea.

"Bro, how about this? I’ll team up with Chef Huang and your brother to skewer the shrimp, five on each stick. You just focus on selling them here."

Xue Ping thought for a moment, and realized it was a great idea.

Then they could sell them straight away at ten yuan per skewer, not only quick but also easier to keep track of sales.

They served several customers in a row, none buying fewer than thirty shrimp.

"Great, let’s divide the tasks and work together."

With Yang Wenhua joining, the four of them took on clear roles, each doing their part, and their work efficiency indeed improved a lot.

The tourism leader Gao Hong finally got his turn, glancing at the remaining half-basin of shrimp. He licked his lips and thought, "It’s hard to treat others to two or three hundred yuan fried rice, but two-yuan shrimp? How can I not afford that?"