Food Intelligence King

Chapter 37 Street Stories, The Old Clay Pot

Aside from the neighbors in the shops across the street, residents near the Sunshine City residential complex were also puzzled.

They never expected that the steamed buns, which were easy to buy just a few days ago, would have such a long queue today.

"What's going on? Why are there so many people today?"

The customer in front couldn't help but turn around and say:
"Don't you know? A food blogger on the internet tried these buns and posted a video, giving them very high praise, which is why so many people came today."

"What the heck? Teacher Li is doing a restaurant review?"

"Oh, I'll show you the video and you'll see."

Fortunately, since they were queuing and had nothing else to do, the new and old groups of customers started chatting with each other.

Several of the previous regular customers of the steamed buns couldn't help but be surprised.

"So these steamed buns I eat every day are really that amazing? I just thought they tasted good. Turns out I didn't understand anything about them."

The evening's business is finally over.

Actually, we closed earlier than usual today.

Since the total number of steamed buns was limited and there were many customers, Chen Zhou added another pot.

The process in the middle is just a little busy.

Ms. Lin helped Chen Zhou wipe his sweat.

She didn't expect Chen Zhou to make a fortune; she was content with her current simple life and hoped he wouldn't overwork himself.

While I am indeed happy that my husband's steamed buns are so popular, if this continues every day...
Relying on just one small stall is really too much to handle.

However, today's sudden increase in customers is due to the online buzz; normally, it would be fine.

Lin Yifan thought about it a lot, and finally, because her thoughts were focused on this trending topic, what she blurted out was:

As the old saying goes, only when the tide goes out do you discover who's been swimming naked.

Chen Zhou laughed and said, "You have quite a lot of old stories to tell."

"You've influenced me to do this!" Lin Yifan rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant. What I wanted to say was..."

"I understand." Chen Zhou nodded to his wife. "This wave of customers should last for a few more days. We'll see then."

He then showed Ms. Lin today's sales figures.

More than 1,500 people paid by scanning a QR code.

They also collected some cash in small amounts.

However, his wife's comments about skinny dipping reminded Chen Zhou that he needed to pay attention to the number of customers.

You can't say you prepared hundreds of steamed buns and then had quite a few left over.

That would be difficult to deal with.

He checked the positive reviews he had accumulated over the past few days. There were nearly two hundred today, and with the ones left over after using targeted intelligence last time, he could still have some left over after targeting them again this time.

Chen Zhou silently used the points to enhance intelligence.

The food information was updated the next day.

Chen Zhou remained focused on making a fortune, staying in the living room.

This time there are four pieces of intelligence.

[Rare Local Secret]: In the corner of the backyard of "Feng's Congee Shop" in Hujiayuan, there lies an old, rough earthenware pot, weighed down by a pickling jar. This pot was the final piece made by the last generation of kiln workers at "Shuangyaokou" seventy years ago. The ancient handcrafting technique, along with the unique glaze that has seeped into the inner wall of the pot after three generations of cooking rice porridge, makes this pot far more breathable and heat-retaining than its modern counterparts. Old Feng considers it a memento of his deceased wife, but four days later, his grandson, moving house, finds it too heavy and decides to discard it along with the old pot.

After reading this intelligence report, Chen Zhou sighed deeply.

According to intelligence reports, the old casserole is a high-quality kitchen utensil.

But its ultimate fate was to be discarded as an old item, which is a bit of a waste.

Similarly, the things that Old Feng regarded as his deceased wife's belongings were thrown away by his grandson because he thought they were too heavy when moving.

The old man will probably be very sad to lose this clay pot.

This grandson is not as sensible as five-year-old Chen Taotao.

After considering it for a while, Chen Zhou decided to try to salvage the situation. Even if Old Feng was unwilling to part with it, he couldn't let his grandson ruin such a good thing.

Chen Zhou added this intelligence to his to-do list.

The following are the standard triathlon events.

[Food News]: The price of ginger will be slightly adjusted in the next few days, increasing by 0.5 yuan per jin compared to the end of last month.

Everyday tidbits of information.

It doesn't have a significant impact on my own business, but it is indeed closely related to my operations.

However, the live pig futures mentioned in the last food information report hit the daily limit up immediately after the market opened on Monday, stimulated by the news.

If this trend continues,
In another two days, we should be able to achieve the expected returns.

This can also be considered my passive income.

Making money by selling steamed buns is more reliable, and making profits through investment is easier.

[Customer Dynamics (Targeted)]: The estimated number of customers intending to purchase steamed buns in the next few days is [number missing].
Chen Zhou compared it with before,
By the fourth day, the number of diners was roughly the same as usual.

If this buzz can last for four or five days, that's pretty good.

There are so many interesting things happening online, turning your steamed bun stall into a tourist attraction is a bit of an exaggeration.

Their core base is still the surrounding residents.

[Market News]: This morning, the owner of a breakfast shop in Sunshine City residential area and Tony, a hairdresser, had another big argument over the issue of placing trash cans at the entrance.

Thinking of that Tony teacher, Chen Zhou couldn't help but smile at Fa Cai.

No wonder he seemed to have a lot of complaints about the breakfast shop; apparently, the two shops had a bit of a grudge.

What should be said but not said
The gender stereotypes about Tony are not very obvious.

Over the next few days, Chen Zhou focused all his energy on his steamed bun business.

On Wednesday, he closed out his pork futures position and made a profit of more than 2,000 yuan after deducting transaction fees.

Finally, on the fourth day, the customer flow gradually stabilized, and I had some more free time. I planned to go check out Feng's Congee Shop.

The area around Hujiayuan is undergoing land reclamation and renovation, and many place names can no longer be found on navigation apps.

However, those who still live there are probably all elderly people.

It's a porridge shop that's been around for decades; you can easily find out about it by asking around.

The distance wasn't too far, so Chen Zhou rode his electric scooter downstairs.

Upon arriving at his destination, he was incredibly grateful for his decision.

The roads in the villages and towns are really too narrow.

If two cars want to pass each other, they have to let the fruit vendor next to them stop selling for a while and put away her umbrella.

Chen Zhou pushed the cart and found an elderly man who looked energetic and of a reasonable age to inquire about:
"Grandpa, is there a Feng's Congee Shop around here?"

The old man was in good spirits, but unfortunately his hearing wasn't very good.

"What congee shop?"

"The owner of the porridge shop is surnamed Feng, and it's called Feng's."

Thankfully, the old man didn't ask Chen Zhou another question about what Feng Ji was.

The other person chuckled and said, "You mean that bald guy Feng who sells porridge?"

Whether he's bald or not, that wasn't mentioned in the intelligence report.

Before Chen Zhou could speak, a curse rang out from behind him.

"Who the hell are you calling Baldy Feng?!"

Chen Zhou turned around and saw that this must be Old Feng.

(End of this chapter)