Food Intelligence King

Chapter 8 continues to receive positive reviews; the food intelligence system is upgraded.

A day selling steamed buns begins with selling pork.

Personally selecting ingredients is a basic requirement for every street vendor.

Chen Zhou was no exception.

When selecting meat at Yongjia Fresh, he even used the tips shared by the owner, Zhang Jinsheng, on the spot: look, touch, press, and smell.

"Fresh pork looks bright red and glossy."

"It feels moist and sticky to the touch. It bounces back when pressed."

"It smells fishy, ​​which is normal."

Seeing his opponent using his own familiar techniques, Zhang Jinsheng said confidently, "Brother, don't be picky. These are all pigs slaughtered in the middle of the night, so they can't be any different."

Chen Zhou said in a serious tone, "I have to choose the best of the best."

"Hehe." Zhang Jinsheng grinned, revealing two gleaming gold front teeth, seemingly pleased to have found a long-term customer.

"I just bought four pounds yesterday, and I'm back again today. Looks like business is good?"

"Yes, we sold them all in one night." Chen Zhou pulled out a front leg and handed it to him. "Weigh five jin."

"okay."

Zhang Jinsheng kept working with his hands, but he was a little surprised.

He couldn't help but ask:
"Didn't you say it was your first time setting up a stall? How come it's selling so well? With four or five pounds of meat, you can make a hundred or two hundred steamed buns."

Chen Zhou remained humble, attributing the credit to the other party:
"Because I chose good quality meat."

Zhang Jinsheng was very pleased with these words.

"Brother, you seem like a down-to-earth person when it comes to business."

A while ago, a guy bought meat from me. At first, he complained about the price, and a few days later he came back with a lump of frozen meat, saying he hadn't finished it and wanted to return it! Luckily, I'm a man of principle.

Casual conversation is just casual conversation.
Chen Zhou is trying his best to make up for his lack of experience in food through various channels.

He asked, "Brother, I can smell the fishiness in this pork, but how can I judge its quality from the smell?"

Old Zhang flicked his ostentatious gold chain and whispered:

"They all smell pretty much the same here. Go next door and compare them, and you'll see."

Smell is a form of memory.

Knowing what's good and what's bad makes it easier to distinguish between them in the future.

Before leaving, Chen Zhou didn't forget what his wife had said yesterday.

He said to Zhang Jinsheng:

Do you have a "Pork Quality Inspection Certificate" and an "Animal Quarantine Certificate"?

Zhang Jinsheng was clearly taken aback.

"Wait, brother, are you a street vendor or an undercover investigator?"

Chen Zhou reassured the other party, recounted the little incident from yesterday, and then added:
"And this is a good opportunity for me to promote your business. When people ask, I can just say it's Yongjia Fresh Food from Xingfu Market."

"Oh, don't worry, all our paperwork and documents are complete."

Zhang Jinsheng found a stack of receipts behind the stall and handed them to Chen Zhou.

"If you need proof of purchase, I can even issue you an invoice. Selling meat is exempt from VAT. It's just a bit of a hassle."

Chen Zhou didn't mind the trouble and then took a few more photos of the certificate in his hand.

The pork is fresh, and the date on the paper is also fresh.

After Chen Zhou left, Zhang Jinsheng himself sighed inwardly:

"No wonder their business is so successful; they take even a small stall so seriously. They'll definitely open their own shop within three years."

Oh right, I forgot to ask him where he sells steamed buns. I'll have to try them sometime.

If someone eats delicious food today, they might want to come back for more because they haven't had enough.

But if everyone does this, then there might be something mixed in with the buns.

Chen Zhou certainly didn't do that.

So when he set up his stall at the entrance of the residential area again in the evening, he didn't have as many repeat customers as he had imagined. However, people would still recommend delicious food to each other.

Many people were recommended to come and buy steamed buns.

You can hear it occasionally—

"Hey, is this the place? I was playing with my child downstairs yesterday, and Sister Zhang said their steamed buns are really good."

As for the quality inspection and quarantine certificates provided by Lao Zhang...

Almost no one cared about it.

People probably don't have high expectations for steamed buns sold at street stalls.

These past few days, Chen Zhou has been pondering a question: whether it's setting up a stall, opening a shop, or doing catering, what's the most important thing?
In terms of appearance and quality, it must definitely meet certain standards.

Taking into account both costs and profits, I aim to make a profit while doing my best to ensure the buns are presentable and taste good.

He didn't intend to use the steamed buns served at state banquets for advertising, but he still had some standards for himself.

In addition, as a father...

He felt that he could give the food he sold to his daughter without hesitation.

This is the principle.

Except when you're tired of eating peaches.

After selling steamed buns at his stall for three consecutive nights, Chen Zhou's back was starting to give out.

After taking a shower, I lay on the bed receiving a massage from my wife.

Ms. Lin pulled Chen Taotao away from her father's back massage and reminded him:
“You used to sit for long periods of time when you were drawing, and now you're standing all the time. You must be not used to it. I'll buy you some plaster tomorrow.”

Chen Zhou didn't take it seriously. "It's nothing, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"You still think you're a twenty-year-old lad?"

"Hiss~" Thinking back to ten years ago, that was truly the peak of his physical abilities. He turned to look at Lin Yifan:
"Good wife, could you make me another cup of goji berry tea?"

My body is a bit overwhelmed, but thinking about what I've gained these past few days, it's been a lot.

Excluding the initial investment in buying the food cart and other expenses, I earned nearly 900 yuan in those three nights.

Thinking about it this way, earning over 10,000 yuan a month by setting up a stall is not a dream.

If we sell for a while in the morning, we can earn more.

Besides the financial gains, Chen Zhou was able to serve more customers after setting up a stall. The number of positive reviews he received accumulated to 203.

The intelligence system's level has also been upgraded from lv1 to lv2 (203/700).

Chen Zhou believes that this is the more valuable gain.

"The intelligence will be updated tomorrow. I wonder if we can get another rare intelligence."

In a minute or two,

Lin Yifan returned with the water, placed the glass on the bedside table, and then, with just the right amount of force, began to massage Chen Zhou's lower back.

Perhaps the force was too moderate, because this guy actually started snoring.

Lin Yifan smiled slightly and said in a low voice:

"You've been working too hard these past few days, take a rest tomorrow."

The next morning at seven o'clock,
Chen Zhou received a new set of intelligence on time.

[Local Secrets (Rare)]: The recipe for pickled cucumber from the Suiyuan Food Manual is recorded on a blue-and-white porcelain plate with a lotus scroll design. This item is sold on the Ancient Culture Street, at No. ** Road**. Recommended purchase price: not exceeding 2000.

[Food News]: Vegetable prices are expected to rise slightly in the coming days due to heavy rains in surrounding provinces.

[Diner's Notice]: During these four days, the city management officers will be visiting your stall.

[Market News]: Haibin City's management requirements for street vendors clearly state that operators must apply for food vendor registration. However, 42% of operators have not yet done so.

as well as:

Congratulations on passing the beginner stage! The Points Mall is now open.

Skills can be redeemed using points earned from positive reviews.

(End of this chapter)