That night, Wang Xiaoming did not go back, but stayed at the stall as well. He waited until all seven pots of beef soup were ready, turned it to low heat and simmered, and then fell asleep under a quilt.

The next day, the food festival opened.

There was an opening ceremony at the opening of the food festival, but Wang Xiaoming didn't go to see it. He was already busy at the stall.

After a while, Wei Jinpeng came over to see how Wang Xiaoming was doing, and also to pay attention to Wang Xiaoming's business. Seeing that Wang Xiaoming was doing well, he felt relieved.

Wang Xiaoming also treated Wei Jinpeng to a bowl of ramen. Wei Jinpeng was full of praise for the taste of the ramen. Wei Jinpeng finally understood how Wang Xiaoming had the confidence to make money. With his noodle skills, he would definitely make money.

Female workers came one after another. Because they didn’t know how the business was going, all eleven female workers came. If the business was average, they would work in two shifts. If the business was booming, they would all work, and then count overtime.

It’s all spent.

Wang Xiaoming also told the female workers about this matter. Since there is overtime pay, the female workers naturally agreed.

The work clothes of the female workers are also very simple. They were bought with Wang Xiaoming's money. They are a green sportswear and a pink apron. They are simple, clean, save time and money.

The food festival finally started, and Wang Xiaoming took out his customized advertising sign.

The signboard was custom-made by an advertising company on the street. It is a banner with a picture. On the banner is a picture of beef ramen, with large chunks of beef and green onions. It looks very tempting.

As for the text, it is also simple: Wang Xiaoer's hand-pulled noodles, a delicacy inherited five thousand years ago.

There is also a small sign on the stall, which costs 50 yuan per bowl.

A bowl of beef noodles costs fifty yuan. That’s right.

Really, every time I read it wrong, if I don’t sell it at this price, how can I make any money?

Now it is not a street stall like before, it is now at a food festival, and the meat soup used is not the previous minced meat soup, but beef stock. The location is different, the ingredients are different, and the price is naturally different.

Lu Zhiyong secretly said that it was too expensive and he would definitely not buy it. Wang Xiaoming slapped him on the back of the head and drove him to work.

At this moment, passers-by came over in twos and threes.

Wang Xiaoming was shocked and immediately asked everyone to cheer up and prepare to do business.

A woman came over first with a ten-year-old child. She looked at the sign, then the price, and pulled her son away.

A couple came over with their daughter. They smelled the fragrance and felt a little moved. After seeing the price, they left.

A couple came over. The man pointed at the ramen and wanted to try it. The girlfriend pulled her sleeves and left again.

Wang Xiaoer Ramen, something I have never heard of, actually dares to sell it for fifty yuan a bowl. You must be crazy for money.

There are more and more people, and other stalls can also do business. Only Wang Xiaoming's place has a deserted business.

Lu Zhiyong became a little anxious, and even the female workers began to feel a little absent-minded.

Zhang Miaotong also felt bad, pulled Wang Xiaoming's sleeves, and whispered: Do you want to lower the price first?

Wang Xiaoming was also a little anxious, but his face was calm and he said: It doesn't matter, just wait.

In five or ten minutes, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and all the surrounding stalls became busy, and business was very booming.

Those who can do business here must have their own unique skills, and the taste must not be bad. Plus there are enough pedestrians, and it is impossible to do business well.

It's been half an hour, and Wang Xiaoming's business hasn't opened yet.

Not a single bowl of ramen has been sold yet.

The reason for this is of course the price, but on the other hand it's because the name is too small.

Others have never heard of Wang Xiaoer Ramen, so naturally it is impossible for them to eat his ramen.

Food also requires reputation. The better the reputation, the more people will buy even unpalatable things.

Look at the Fire Palace Stinky Tofu restaurant opposite. The business is booming.

Hey, this ramen is so expensive. The boss will give me a bowl. At this moment, a man in sportswear suddenly spoke.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and said: OK, come right away.

Wang Xiaoming made ramen quickly. After a while, a bowl of fragrant ramen was completed.

There is also a row of tables at the stall where you can sit and eat ramen. There are relatively few seats, but it is not a problem to seat more than ten people.

The ramen was served, and the man smelled it. It smelled very fragrant. There was a big bowl of ramen and a lot of beef cubes. Although the price was more expensive, it was also real.

He took a bite of beef first, and the man nodded. It tasted very fragrant. Then he took a bite of ramen, and his expression was a little different.

This mouthful of ramen has a strange aroma in your mouth. The more you chew, the more you think about it. The more you chew, the more delicious it becomes. There is also an indescribable aroma.

tasty.

After rating the ramen in his mind, the young man started eating it with big mouthfuls.

Hi, Brother Liu, why are you eating here? While the young man was eating ramen, a group of seven or eight young men and women came over.

I didn’t eat anything in the morning. I’m hungry. I happen to like ramen too. The young man who was eating noodles said.

Hey, this ramen is so expensive. A bowl costs fifty yuan.

Lao Liu, you are willing to eat such expensive ramen

You get what you pay for. I can’t say enough about this ramen. It tastes really good. I had eighty-one portions of steak last night. The taste was average. Fifty yuan for a bowl of ramen is not expensive.

Is it really delicious? I'm also hungry.

Alas, I can still lie to you. You will know after eating a bowl yourself.

Okay, I'll try it too. I've never eaten such expensive ramen. The boss also gave me a bowl.

I wanted to eat too, and the boss also gave me a bowl.

Haha, boss, please serve three bowls together.

Okay, it'll be fine soon. Wang Xiaoming is also at a peak, and business is finally coming.

Three bowls of ramen arrived soon after.

After a few people ate it, it tasted really good. You can’t lie to others about the taste. You’ll know it after you’ve eaten it.

No, this tastes so delicious. It’s not okay for just a few of us to eat it alone. I called people, called Lao Qian and them all, and let them taste it too.

Having said this, the young man took out his cell phone and called Lao Qian and the others over.

Not long after, Lao Qian and his friends arrived. There were quite a few people there, about twenty of them, and they were all young people, most of them college students.

Of the twenty or so people, more than a dozen of them ordered ramen, and with a bang, Wang Xiaoming's ramen stall was full.

As these people sat down to eat noodles, the passers-by around them looked at the ramen stall differently.

The ramen business of this restaurant is so good, why is it so delicious?

Mom, I want to eat ramen. It tastes so good. Look at how many people are eating it.

Dad, don't you like to eat ramen? There is a ramen shop here, and the business is very good. It should taste good.

Fifty-one bowls, is it too expensive?

It’s not expensive either. It’s a rare occasion to come to a food festival to try the delicious food, but I wouldn’t eat it normally anyway.

That's right, that's good. The boss will bring two bowls and we can all taste them.
Chapter completed!