novel bin Chapter 725 This is spicy, but it won't bite your tongue!
Chapter 725 This is spicy, but it won't bite your tongue!
Li Wen's small grill was also running non-stop.
The honey bread is baked until golden brown, and when you break it open, it's steaming hot and fluffy like a cloud inside.
The egg tart crust is so flaky it crumbles, while the filling is tender, smooth, and sweet.
After the children of the Holy Human Race finished eating, they stood longingly at the window, reluctant to leave.
A woman in an old long dress had only bought one egg tart for her child.
The child took a bite, immediately clutched the remaining half to their palm, and whispered:
"Mom, can we take this back for Dad to try?"
The woman hesitated for a moment, touched her purse, and then gritted her teeth and bought two more.
Seeing this, Li Wen quietly added an extra small bread roll to the bun.
The woman thanked him repeatedly, her smile a little embarrassed.
Not far away, a rye bread vendor stared in disbelief.
His stall hadn't seen many customers all day, but a long queue had already formed at the Daxia food truck next to it.
Even more outrageous, many customers kept eating the dish while complaining that it was too spicy and made their tongues hurt.
After eating the stir-fried pork, I bought bread.
After finishing the bread, I bought beer and cola.
Finally, they asked if they could pack it up.
"Is this some kind of magic?" the baker muttered to himself.
An old mercenary next to me was wiping the sweat from his forehead and slurping up his fried rice noodles.
"It's not magic, try it yourself."
He shoveled the last bite of rice into his mouth and mumbled:
"It smells so good, it's so delicious!"
After saying that, he held up the empty bowl.
"Boss, another one, please! It might bite your tongue, but it's so satisfying and delicious!"
Wang Qiang: "I've told you so many times, this is spicy, it won't bite your tongue!"
The group burst into laughter again.
At that moment, the patrolling soldiers finally came over.
Wang Qiang's heart tightened; he thought the large number of people was disrupting order, so he quickly said:
"We'll have the queue move to the side immediately so it doesn't block the road."
As soon as the translation was amplified, the soldier shook his head.
With a stern face, he first glanced at the queue, then looked at the menu.
"It's okay that you didn't block the street."
"Also, do you still have that delicious-smelling fried rice with meat?"
The crowd in line fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The soldier's ears turned slightly red, but he still forced himself to be serious.
"I'll pay."
Wang Qiang laughed, "Yes, I'll cook it for you right away."
Once they started cooking, they couldn't stop.
In less than three hours, the first batch of pre-processed meat slices sold out.
Half of the fried noodles were gone.
The egg tarts and mini breads were reduced to a pile of empty trays.
As Li Wen restocked the store, she looked at the overflowing copper coins in the cash register, her voice trembling slightly.
"Old Wang."
"It seems like we earned a month's salary from the dungeon this morning."
Wang Qiang was still flipping the wok, his arm was very sore, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
It was really satisfying to see those foreigners sweating profusely and unable to stop eating the spicy food.
"Haha! Honey, we're about to live a good life!"
"We've only just opened, hang in there!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion broke out outside the line.
A winged carriage bearing a noble emblem was parked at the market entrance.
The car door opened, and an elderly man dressed in a black tuxedo, looking like a butler, stepped out of the car.
He stood amidst the crowd and the aroma, his brow slightly furrowed.
I glanced first at the line of ordinary people, then at the menu on the food truck screen.
Finally, he walked straight to Wang Qiang's window.
"The Chef of Great Xia".
The old man's voice was calm, yet it quieted down the people nearby.
"My master is hosting a banquet for important figures from the temple tonight."
"He wants to know if you would be willing to come to the mansion and have dinner prepared alone?"
As he spoke, the old man took out a heavy money bag and placed it in front of the window.
The golden light of the gold coins shone through.
Wang Qiang paused with his spatula, and Li Wen also looked up.
The couple exchanged a glance and simultaneously realized that on their very first day in the holy city, their business seemed to have grown exponentially!
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Meanwhile, other parts of the holy city also became lively.
In less than half a day, the entrepreneurs of Daxia had filled every street of the holy city with the words "Nothing is impossible".
At the main street intersection, someone set up a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) stall.
As soon as the hot plate heats up, the egg mixture sizzles and spreads out. Then, you brush on some sauce, sprinkle on some chopped green onions, and roll up a sausage. The aroma is so enticing that the rye bread vendor next door is questioning his existence.
Someone drove up a vehicle carrying daily necessities to the side of the square.
Toothbrushes, towels, soap, shampoo, stainless steel basins, laundry detergent, etc., were neatly arranged, and the translation terminal played them on a loop:
"Reach the pinnacle of life, starting with a pure human body!"
Another vendor went even further, hiding a row of "adult products" at the very back of his daily necessities cart, with the sign written in an extremely subtle way.
Among them, the "descendant hiccup bag" is very popular.
As for the others, whether for men or women, there were quite a few people asking about the prices.
Especially those wealthy women, who bought the whole set while feeling embarrassed, including all kinds of see-through lingerie.
Don't look down on the adult business. In old Europe, there was a kind of hysteria associated with it. It was someone who applied electric motors to it and became famous.
The temple patrolmen looked at the local laws three times, and after confirming that they were not breaking the law, they could only maintain order with grim faces.
The Holy Human race civilians had never seen such a spectacle before.
The people of Bactria did not sell goods like traditional merchants.
They have glowing signs, loudspeakers that can automatically translate, and upbeat music, as well as all sorts of free samples, trial offers, buy-two-get-one-free deals, discounts, and other promotions—their methods are endless.
What's even more outrageous is that many of these things look inconspicuous, but they are actually very convenient to use.
A tailor shop owner originally just wanted to buy a bar of soap to try it out, but after washing her hands at home, she ran back and bought a whole box of it.
"This stuff can wash away grease!"
Her voice changed from excitement.
"It's better than gray powder, and it doesn't hurt your hands!"
Upon hearing this, the people in line immediately pushed forward.
"Give me two pieces too!"
"I need ten dollars; I have three children at home!"
"Give me a pack of those soft white papers too; I heard noble ladies all use them!"
The first batch of stall owners in the Holy City were worried in the morning that no one would buy their goods, but by the afternoon they were worried that they wouldn't have enough stock.
As evening approached, the entrepreneurs who arrived later discovered that the city was full of people from the Great Xia doing business, so they began to apply for temporary passes, preparing to follow the Holy Human Race caravan to the outer city.
On the third day, news also came from the more distant manor town that the local nobles were willing to send people to escort them free of charge, inviting merchants from Great Xia to come and do business and set up stalls.
Zhao Gang once said that once Daxia goods entered Terra, they wouldn't just stay in the capital.
As it turns out, he was being conservative.
These entrepreneurs don't delve into things gradually; instead, they rush in as soon as they smell a business opportunity.
They dare to go anywhere—holy cities, outer cities, small towns, rural markets—as long as the local security is good, the roads are passable, and cars can drive.
Doing business in Daxia is like working hard to sell a hundred kinds of noodles, but earning the profits of selling cabbage.
And Terra? It's a blue ocean market full of business opportunities, and it's not even fiercely competitive – what a great market!