Summer nights are hot and dry, and the rivers without business are extremely hot and dry.
It shouldn't be.
At this time, the river is worried.
On the other hand, Zhao Guang and others were full of praise for Jianghe's fried rice.
"It's really fragrant."
"This is more than fragrance! This is simply a delicacy on earth!"
"To be honest, I don't think our ninety-nine yuan is wasted. Where did you say you ate this delicious fried rice?" Zhao Guang's classmate Li Siyi fumbled with the fried rice, and then he said, "But if we eat it at the Michelin Hotel instead of at the night market stall, I think the price of this bowl of fried rice with golden assorted eggs is a little low."
"Yes, yes, I also think that the craftsmanship of Boss Jiang is Michelin Hotel's cooking." Wang Qiang nodded and exclaimed.
"For you, why did you go to Michelin?" Liu Junfeng said with a white look at Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang is too lazy to argue with Liu Junfeng. He has never been to Michelin. Michelin is the shoulder of the catering industry. That's how he describes it.
Liu Junfeng, who was eating fried rice with golden assorted eggs, added: "However, to be honest, Boss Jiang's craftsmanship really deserves Michelin's standards."
All three, including Zhao Guang, stared at Liu Junfeng.
Even rivers were attracted by Liu Junfeng's words.
"Why, have you been to Michelin?" Wang Qiang also rolled his eyes.
"No," Liu Junfeng said frankly.
Everyone gave Liu Junfeng a white eye.
Even the river couldn't help giving him a dirty look.
Listening to these people, Jianghe thought that he had hosted a group of guests who were so tall that his feelings were just like saying hi.
The key is that it is very useful for rivers.
"Now you natives know how to praise our boss Jiang? Didn't you just refuse to come and spend the money?"
Seeing that everyone was running out of gold assorted egg fried rice, Zhao Guang still had more than half a bowl in his hand.
"I didn't eat that. I misunderstood Brother Guang."
Wang Qiang said with a steely face.
......
Zhao Guang and the four of them were happily chatting, and the words "Chuan" between the two eyes of the river appeared.
What's going on today! It's been more than half an hour since there were no new guests?
Jiang He watched anxiously as time went by, and other stalls in the night market were still popular, except for Zhao Guang and his four iron fools in front of his stall.
However, Jiang He keenly caught the look of gloating when the shop owners around looked at him.
Even some bosses look at him a little bit wrong.
Even the aunt who wanted to help herself was a little too cold.
How did you offend them?
Jiang He's brain is running at full speed. How could he have never thought that he was still saying hello and joking with them yesterday? How did this face change so fast today?
Did they all learn Sichuan Opera face changing overnight?
"What's wrong with Boss Jiang? It seems that you haven't felt well since just now? Is it because you are not feeling well?" Zhao Guang suddenly asked Jiang He while eating fried rice.
Zhao Guang's voice drew back the eyes of the other three.
Jiang He withdrew his face from the night market, looked at Zhao Guang, shook his head and said, "Why? You still want to curse me for being uncomfortable?"
Zhao Guang said with a bitter face, "Heaven and earth can be learned! Boss Jiang said that we have to speak with conscience! You said that I look forward to the stars and the moon every day just to eat your fried rice. How can I curse you for being uncomfortable?"
Then he looked back at his roommates and asked, "If you don't believe me, ask them?"
Zhao Guang's roommates all nodded.
Don't ask the river to know the result.
After all, he is not blind.
This guy has been here since the first day of opening. Everyone knows that he is eager to eat.
"May I ask you?" Jiang He walked out of the stall and approached them.
"Boss Jiang, what do you say?" Zhao Guang replied without knowing why.
Although they were puzzled, they did not know what the river was doing.
"Do you think my fried rice is delicious?" Jianghe asked.
"It's delicious," said Wang Qiang.
"That's not true," said Liu Junfeng.
"That must be delicious!" Li Siyi said.
"If it's not delicious, can I wait for you every day?" said Zhao Guang.
Jiang He's question was unanimously praised by everyone, which was also expected by Jiang He.
"It's just that the price is a little expensive," Wang Qiang said earnestly, looking at the river.
Wang Qiang's answer was also unanimously recognized by everyone.
Rivers pondered and fell into a kind of silence. He either reflected on his own high price of fried rice, or felt that Wang Qiang, a boy, could not tell the truth.
ok
In fact, he wanted to beat Wang.
But looking at his massive identity and his thin and weak body, he must not be able to defeat him.
Jiang He cleared his throat and then continued, "Why is my fried rice so delicious? Why is there no one else today except the four of you?"
Bah!
This is it?
They thought what Jiang He would say to them. They spent a long time studying why their business was bad. Is this something they should care about as diners?
"That's not because your fried rice is too expensive! It's not normal that no one eats it?" Wang Qiang said frankly again.
Liu Junfeng and Li Siyi gave Wang Qiang a thumbs up. They are worthy of being men in the Northeast. They are outspoken and speak their minds.
"Expensive, you still eat!" jianghe glared at them.
"That's delicious, ha ha," Wang Qiang said with a simple smile.
Doing business is a skill.
Rivers also understand.
But logically speaking, his stall has also opened a signboard in this small night market these two days. Even if you dislike your price, you can't leave alone?
People come and go in the night market, and there are endless crowds from one night market stall to another.
But no one came to visit his stall.
Like a concubine without the emperor's patronage, she was sent to the cold palace.
"What's that? It seems that your stall is so popular that it is blacklisted by this night market." Zhao Guang, who has not spoken at this time, shook his head and said.
Jiang He stared at Zhao Guang with wide eyes, and his face was unbelievable.
"What? A stall can be blacklisted?" Jiang He was extremely surprised.
A few days ago, he saw on TV that Lao Lai was blacklisted for failing to fulfill his legal responsibilities. He felt that he was blacklisted in this small night market instead of being included in the blacklist.