pjbooks Chapter 26 He was different from everyone else
Chapter 26 He was different from everyone else
"Boss, is this 2666 really worth it? What does it taste like?"
In front of the dining car.
The diner who was just at the front of the line has now completely changed his attitude.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness, and his tone was no longer sarcastic, but genuinely asking a question.
An administrator.
A wealthy man.
This is certainly enough to prove the value of Lingyun cuisine.
Whether it's worth it or not depends on the individual.
Ling Yun responded calmly, his shovel continuing to scrape a clean arc across the iron plate:
"At least in my area, the price is higher, so the taste is definitely better, but you have to consider your own financial situation!"
The diner nodded silently, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Watching Ling Yun calmly and composedly continue cooking, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
That's just how people are.
Once an initial impression is formed, the remaining details will be automatically filled in based on that impression.
After the initial impression was completely reversed.
Diners' impression of Lingyun changed from that of a mediocre chef with passable skills but poor character and marketing tactics to that of a top chef who remains calm even when faced with a collapsing mountain, possesses superb culinary skills, and has his own story.
With this positioning...
The rest of the story is easy to imagine.
From Lingyun's perspective, he has always known that his dishes are worth the price.
It's just that ordinary people don't believe it.
Dishes priced at 2666 are not unheard of in the world, it's just that I've never heard of them at night markets. As long as the taste is worth it, that's fine.
This has always been the case with luxury goods.
There are even dishes that surpass the ultimate in deliciousness, costing hundreds of thousands.
Even if it's just a little bit more delicious than usual, the price will skyrocket, not to mention the premium for the scarcity of the ingredients.
not to mention……
The diners suddenly looked up and their gaze fell on Ling Yun's face.
Those eyes remained clear amidst the steam and fumes, but that face, which was originally just pretty, suddenly held a story in it.
This chef...
He doesn't seem like an ordinary person.
"Sorry, boss, I was really ignorant earlier. I'll have another steak!"
The diner then took out his phone and scanned the money for another serving.
He had come from afar, so he was lucky to have encountered this situation.
He can't afford the 2666 Chef's Steak, but he's going to try his fill of this ordinary steak this time.
Hearing him say that.
The other guests also came to their senses.
"I'll have one more." "I'll have two more." "I'll have one more too."
The situation reversed in an instant.
The diners, who had just been looking down on him, realized that Ling Yun was a chef they rarely encountered, and naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.
Especially those who came from afar.
Many people have even started checking the price and silently calculating whether they should order the 2666 portion and splurge a little.
Those who had previously given up on trying it, as well as many diners who were not initially interested, were drawn in by the scene before them.
The team size has once again exceeded 100 people.
A dark mass stretched out in a winding pattern, nearly fifty meters long, in the open space in the middle.
The restaurant was bustling with customers again.
Zhang Moli took a deep breath, and her tired eyes lit up again.
She shouted.
His voice carried a stubborn edge.
"Okay, I'll recalculate the statistics!"
She dropped the tissue she was using to wipe her sweat, ran to the top of the line, and began to recount the amount and number of items.
"I'll do it!"
A deep male voice sounded behind her.
Tiger appeared out of nowhere.
He was still wearing the same clothes, but he had covered up his tattoos.
He reached out and took the order from Zhang Moli's hand, pulled the sweat-drenched Zhang Moli to sit down by the food cart, and handed her a bottle of water.
Then she went up to Ling Yun and winked at him:
"I've sent both Brother Li's and my confessions to your phone. You can take a look later!"
Done.
He patted Zhang Moli on the shoulder, his voice softening:
"You get some rest, now it's my turn."
Seeing this, Ling Yun suddenly put down the spatula in her hand, strode out of the food cart, ripped off the apron around her neck, waved her hands, and shouted:
"Wait! Stop counting!"
"Boss!"
The diner ranked first immediately wailed, his voice trembling with sobs:
"Don't be angry! I finally got to come all this way for fun, and I'd be so disappointed if I didn't get to eat your steak!"
"Yes!" the people behind echoed.
"Boss, don't be angry. We all know you're a good cook."
"Yes, don't let this little thing stop you from doing business. We'll all post some videos of you online later."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The sight of dozens of customers trying to comfort Ling Yun and order more food made the stall owners next door green with envy.
When?
Only then will I have days when customers beg me to open my business.
That would be absolutely gorgeous!
The male stall owner next door, a middle-aged man in his forties, was holding a handful of bamboo skewers and standing behind his stall, watching all of this with amazement.
He started his stall here.
After figuring out the business, he brought his wife and even his sister-in-law and her husband to set up stalls at the night market.
I have been running a street stall for ten years now.
He has gone through seven or eight brown aprons, and the latest one is covered in grease, with frayed edges on the cuffs. He is soaked in marinade from head to toe, and wherever he goes, he smells of chili powder.
Uncle Chen stayed here even longer.
From the stall owner's perspective, he may not know as much about setting up a stall as he does.
He had seen many newbies like Li He, who plunged headlong into the field with great joy.
I never thought she would succeed from the moment she started her stall.
So even after she had been running her stall for a year, he still hadn't said a single word to her.
She was setting up a stall.
But she's not cut out for running a street stall.
If a hundred stalls enter this night market, about 60% of them will be like her, rushing in blindfolded, getting their flesh torn off, and then slinking away in disgrace.
He has also met people who are hardworking and resilient.
Some people work hard for several years, and once they have paid off their debts, they leave without looking back.
Among the ten,
Only one or two people can do this kind of hard work like him.
Those were his kind.
But Lingyun was someone he couldn't understand.
He was different from everyone else; he was an anomaly that he had never seen before.
He has a solid foundation in hard work and skill, but apart from that, nothing else is understandable to others.
The man's gaze shifted upwards.
I glanced at the "GG" sign for summer drinks on the Lingyun food cart, which hadn't been replaced yet, and chuckled to myself.
This guy clearly didn't even change his signboard, yet on his very first day of business, he accomplished something that many stall owners could never do or even dare to dream of in their entire lives.
Now he's actually stopping customers from ordering.
He really wanted to see.
What kind of commotion can the other party create in this stagnant night market?