Food Intelligence King

Chapter 6 I must set up a stall immediately

Chen Zhou was a few minutes late this morning because he had discussed the specific details of the transaction with Aunt Zhao, who sells roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and also called his wife to discuss it.

But those few minutes were recorded by the young woman in the office.

She held the attendance sheet, writing and drawing as she spoke:
"Mr. Chen, if you're late twice more, the company will deduct your perfect attendance bonus for the month."

Chen Zhou mentally mimicked her tone, "When I used to work overtime, the company never gave me extra pay for it."

Most of the people in the design institute come from several local universities, and this girl is considered his junior.

Chen Zhou gave her a wink.

The junior colleague holds multiple positions in the office, human resources, and finance departments. She is definitely a newcomer working alongside Chen Zhou, but despite her good intentions, she is powerless to help.

She shifted her position and pointed to the ceiling.

Then he whispered to Chen Zhou:
"Senior, that won't work. The dean is checking the surveillance footage for attendance lately."

Good heavens, the old man is determined to cut costs and increase efficiency.

"Alright, alright." Why make things difficult for someone who's already a beast? Chen Zhou waved to his junior sister and returned to his workstation.

I don't want to stay at this lousy company for even a minute longer.

The basic planning for setting up a stall has been completed.

The health certificate I got a couple of days ago can now be verified on the mini-program.

The deal with the food cart has been finalized with Aunt Zhao. The steamed buns don't require many special tools; all we need are some clean and hygienic plastic bags for packaging.

Other kitchen utensils, such as steamers and small tongs, can be temporarily used from home.

With that in mind, Chen Zhou didn't want to waste another minute arguing with the company.

I went directly to the director and asked for leave.

After seeing Chen Zhou's hurried departure, Old Song's overflowing curiosity almost killed him.

"Xiao Chen just joined the company and he's already leaving again? What's he so busy with?"

Colleagues guessed:

"Looks like they've found a new job?"

"Where else in this industry can you find a buyer?" Old Song shook his head, denying his colleague's statement.

"Didn't he run around for half a month when he was doing JD.com delivery? I hope he's not going to set up a stall this time."

"Setting up a street stall is not an easy business."

"Yeah, can you make money from that?"

At 5:30 p.m., the revamped roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) food cart swaggered out of the Sunshine City residential area.

The signboard has been changed to:
Fresh meat buns
2.5 yuan each

During the day, Aunt Zhao is very meticulous in her work, cleaning her roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) cart thoroughly and personally delivering the goods to customers' homes.

Chen Zhou admitted that he went there hoping to find a bargain.

But Aunt Zhao's offer was already quite reasonable, and Chen Zhou didn't intend to take advantage of her.

Seeing that she was riding over alone, they asked for Aunt Zhao's address and even called a ride-hailing service for her to go home.

Aunt Zhao was quite touched.

Her departure might be a final farewell to Haibin City. Before getting on the bus, she shared a lot of her experience in setting up a street stall with Chen Zhou.

“Where there are many people, the competition is fierce, and the urban management officers like to keep an eye on things and check.”

"If the stalls are tidy and organized, people will find them pleasing to the eye and more customers will come."

"Don't ever go to that pancake vendor next to me again, that woman there is a real scoundrel."

Aunt Zhao might not be going home to see her grandson; she's probably going to take the postgraduate entrance exam.

Of course, the information provided by the aunt should not be judged by the standards of the system; Chen Zhou only uses what is useful.

They chose to sell steamed buns right in front of their house.

This neighborhood is mostly populated by young people, so the foot traffic is quite good during the morning and evening rush hours.

The urban management officers haven't paid attention to this area yet.

In addition, the roadside is lined with shady trees, providing a cool and shady spot, making it a good location for setting up a stall.

Besides food carts

Chen Zhou bought pork today from Yongjia Fresh Food Store, following the intelligence recommendation.

The meat was indeed of good quality, and although the price was a bit high, it was really fresh.

Cost reduction and efficiency improvement are necessary for business operations, but quality cannot be compromised.

Chen Zhou had his eye on this particular stall. The owner, with the gold chain, was surprisingly easy to deal with. Knowing Chen Zhou was a potential business partner selling steamed buns, he even exchanged WeChat contacts with him.

Zhang Jinsheng from AA Fresh: Contact me anytime if you need anything, I can prepare goods. [Grinning face emoji]

Chen Zhou: [Handshake] Three-way

all in all,
Using the intelligence at hand, Chen Zhou's preparations for setting up his stall were very thorough.

Boil water and start steaming.

The steamed buns, prepared at home, await their second proofing. The boiling water marks the beginning of their miraculous transformation.

The scalding steam penetrated the steamer basket, powerfully enveloping each bun, and the temperature and humidity it provided caused the dough to expand rapidly. Finally, it condensed on the glass lid, blurring the view for onlookers.

Freshly made food
It has a special appeal in itself.

Especially when the steam carrying the aroma of fermented wheat and the oily fragrance of minced meat slowly wafts out.

Even in the sweltering summer, this aroma is enough to whet one's appetite.

The security guard at the entrance was the first to notice Chen Zhou's steamed buns.

Out of basic professional ethics, the security guard knew that this was a resident of the community, and that setting up a stall in a place that was not in the way was none of his business.

But it seems to taste pretty good. How can that be considered unrelated?

He walked over to the stall.

"Brother, you're selling steamed buns?"

Chen Zhou turned his head and glanced at the young man.

The air was filled with the aroma of steamed buns, and the food carts clearly displayed signs advertising the sale of steamed buns.

Chen Zhou does indeed sell steamed buns.

He smiled and said:

"My stall just opened today. I'll bring the steamed buns over to you to try them when they're ready."

Chen Zhou warmly invited the young security guard.

But the other party seemed a little embarrassed.

"This isn't suitable, bro. Wow, it smells pretty good." He swallowed hard. "How long does it take to steam? No, I'll come and buy some myself later."

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "There are still a few minutes left."

After the steamed buns are cooked,

Chen Zhou packed two and delivered them to the security guard.

"Brother, you're too kind," the young man said without hesitation, taking the bun. "No, no, I can't take it for free. Let me scan the code."

The young man is quite interesting.

Moreover, a very real problem is that Chen Zhou needs the help of others to lift the barrier when he enters and leaves the community every day.

Chen Zhou urged the security guard to accept the money, saying, "I'll need your help again in the future."

“Brother, you’re being too polite,” the security guard patted his chest. “You can just call me Xiao Liu from now on.”

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "Okay, be careful not to burn yourself while you eat, and come back for more if you need more."

"Thank you, brother."

Xiao Liu looked at the white and soft buns in her hand and really liked them.

They gulped it down in a few bites.

"Whoosh, it's so hot!"

Around six o'clock, Lin Yifan also picked up Tao Tao and went home.

The mother and daughter stopped at the door.

"Tao Tao, tell Daddy to keep going."

"Go, Dad!"

The daughter's waving little hand instantly swept away the old father's fatigue.

At the security booth not far away, Xiao Liu, who had just eaten steamed buns, was quite pleased with himself. After observing the relationship between the three, he took the initiative to find a parking space for Lin Yifan.

"Sister-in-law, there are seats available at number 116 on the east side."

"Huh? Okay, thanks."

The sudden increase in property management fees left Lin Yifan puzzled even after she got on the elevator.

(End of this chapter)