Zhang Fengyi's words immediately received support and cheer from others.
"That's right, it has to be limited! I got up early just to eat your rice rolls, and you tell me they're sold out. How's that fair?"
"Exactly, if it's not limited, we might even see scalpers for rice rolls in a few days! You wouldn't want scalpers messing with your rice rolls, would you, boss?"
Wang Fan was feeling overwhelmed by the creativity of the foodies.
He was just selling rice rolls, how did it reach the point of involving scalpers?
Scalpers dealing with rice rolls, that would be a sight you couldn't bear to look at!
Looking at the crowd, agitated due to the unavailability of rice rolls, Wang Fan quickly reassured, "I'm really sorry, everyone. We did sell out this morning, but actually, the pancakes being sold by the auntie next door are pretty good too. I'll go prepare more ingredients now and make as much as I can this afternoon."
He then bowed repeatedly to everyone, packed up his things, and rode off on his tricycle under their eager gaze.
Instead of going home directly, he headed straight to the market.
With such enthusiastic customers, he couldn't slack off. He should make as much as he could.
This way, he could also save up the surgery fees a bit faster.
His first stop was the seafood shop.
Wang Fan found that the foodies in Beijing were quite fond of seafood; shrimp rice rolls sell out twice as fast as pork rice rolls.
Changing flavors periodically could also boost sales.
So this time, besides buying some big shrimps, he also bought some squid tentacles.
After buying eggs, pork, beef, lettuce, green onions, and other essential ingredients, he rode back home.
The first thing he did on arriving home was to count money.
Wang Fan really enjoyed the feeling of sorting out messy change neatly.
200 pork rice rolls for 2000 yuan, 200 shrimp rice rolls for 2400 yuan, and 150 shrimp porridge for 450 yuan.
After sorting, he found that the total income in the money box for today was over 5500 yuan.
The Treasure Chest and Sandalwood Small Wooden Fish collectively earned more than 700 yuan.
Wang Fan stroked the Treasure Chest and the small wooden fish lovingly, as if caressing his girlfriend's delicate skin, even though he had been single his whole life in both lifetimes.
The total sales income was 4850 yuan; after deducting the cost, the net income was less than 3000 yuan, and these two items directly increased his net profit by more than 25%, just like a pie falling from the sky.
If there were more tools like these, couldn't he also earn 100,000 yuan a month?
Wang Fan jubilantly started preparing to make rice rolls.
Thanks to having an ingredient fresh-keeping box, otherwise, what he made in the morning wouldn't last until the afternoon.
Normally, a skilled chef can make about 70 servings of rice rolls in an hour. With the system's culinary experience and utensils, Wang Fan was somewhat better than a skilled chef.
He spent the morning selling rice rolls, came back to prepare them in the morning, sent money to the hospital at noon, then continued making and selling rice rolls in the afternoon. Wang Fan felt that he was so busy that his heel was kicking his head, yet he was filled with fulfillment.
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When Wang Fan arrived at his usual stall, he unexpectedly found someone there earlier than him.
Snow was softly falling from the sky today, and that person had been there for so long that snow had accumulated on him.
Upon closer inspection, it was the customer who didn't get rice rolls in the morning.
Wang Fan, unable to hold back a laugh, said, "Bro, how long have you been here?"
Zhang Fengyi, recognizing Wang Fan, exhaled a sigh of relief and said with a cold smile, "Not long, just about an hour. Let's see who can beat me to it this time!"
Wang Fan quickly set up his food cart and took out a pork rice roll from the fresh-keeping box immediately.
"You're so supportive of my business; let me treat you to this pork rice roll."
Zhang Fengyi waved his hand grandly and said, "No need. It's all business. I'm here because your rice rolls are delicious, not to take advantage of you. It's not easy for your small business either."
Wang Fan laughed heartily, "Even a small business can treat a customer to a rice roll, no problem at all."
Zhang Fengyi suddenly showed a wicked smile, "Forget the rice roll treat; if you really feel touched, sell me 20 rice rolls today."
Wang Fan looked at him in surprise, "If I remember correctly, you were the one who started the topic of me limiting sales, weren't you? Why do you want unlimited sales now?"
Zhang Fengyi chuckled mischievously, "Rules are for others. If I have a chance to break them and gain an edge, why not seize it? Don't you agree? Hehehe..."
Wang Fan got goosebumps from his eerie laughter, "Bro, let's keep it normal. It's not like I can't do 20 servings. I've made quite a lot today."
He then opened the fresh-keeping box, "Besides pork and shrimp rice rolls, I also made beef and squid tentacle rice rolls. Which flavor would you like?"
Zhang Fengyi's eyes lit up immediately, "Bro, you can do it! Innovating new flavors, eh? I'll skip the pork. Give me 10 servings of shrimp rolls, 5 of squid tentacle, and 5 of beef. No need to close the lid for the squid tentacle; I'll eat it right away. I've been freezing for an hour now."
Wang Fan swiftly cut a portion of squid tentacle rice roll, drizzled it with a generous spoonful of sauce, and handed it directly to Zhang Fengyi.
Zhang Fengyi quickly took it into his hands, which slowly thawed from the warmth of the rice roll.
The freshly made squid rice rolls were steaming hot, and the unique aroma of the squid was incredibly inviting.
Zhang Fengyi didn't bother with chopsticks; he just picked up a piece of rice roll with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.
The warm rice roll in his mouth brought a long-lost warmth.
With one bite breaking the rice roll skin, the sweet, fresh taste of squid spread across his taste buds, and Zhang Fengyi couldn't help but take big, satisfying bites.
The squid tentacles Wang Fan bought were freshly slaughtered by the vendor, so the tender squid meat was also very resilient.
Zhang Fengyi felt the resistance of the squid tentacles against his teeth and increased his chewing power.
"Crunch, crunch..."
His pearly whites cut through the squid tentacles within the rice rolls relentlessly, flavor bursting forth to bombard his taste buds repeatedly.
Zhang Fengyi knew his hour-long stand in the snow was worth it.
The rice roll skin was soft and delicate with a light texture that seemed to melt in the mouth, while the squid pieces were tender and fresh, clearly new and not some frozen old stock. With every chew, their freshness increased by a notch.
A sip of the sweet sauce merged all the flavors into one, making this simple rice roll feel like a gourmet feast.
Zhang Fengyi gave a thumbs up and praised, "Boss, you use only the best stuff. I grew up by the sea, and this squid must be fresh. Absolutely impeccable taste!"