After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 281 Many Customers

After listening to Wen Xiang's explanation, Gao Zhuang thought that the jianbing guozi contained so many ingredients and was made in front of him, and it looked clean and hygienic. He felt somewhat comforted by the two cents he had spent.

He had just seen the girl scoop up a spoonful of creamy yellow batter and "swish" it into a perfect full moon.

That technique was incredible; it might be a family heirloom.

Gao Zhuang took the still-hot jianbing guozi, looked at the yellow skin, and took a bite.

With that one bite, the words "salty," "fresh," "fragrant," and "crispy" exploded in his mind.

When you bite down, you break through the soft outer layer of dough and immediately taste the salty sauce coating the dough.

The subtle saltiness stimulates the taste buds, making one want to continue tasting.

Then the tongue is the first to recognize the taste of the egg, and the sauce, noodles, and egg all turn into a savory flavor.

As you continue eating, the sudden appearance of sesame seeds and scallions brings the flavor to a deeper level, and finally, you slowly bite into the thin, crispy texture.

It was a crisp, crunchy sound, like crushing a pile of frosty, withered leaves, or the clear crackling of bamboo joints from burning charcoal.

Chewing everything in your mouth, golden armor fragments pierce the soft egg skin, crispness and glutinousness battle in your mouth, and the aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of wheat is fried into thousands of tiny fireworks.

The hot steam condensed into frost on my eyelashes, and burned my knuckles with crimson lines, yet I still tore off the last corner—the sauce flowed down my tiger's mouth like a dark red stream, mixed with sesame seeds and rolled into my sleeve, like a stolen wisp of human warmth.

"Hey bro, don't just eat! How's the taste?"

Gao Zhuang ate happily, one bite after another, while the onlookers grew anxious.

There were many workers in the machine factory, and it wasn't that no one had seen Wenxiang's little stall, but they hesitated to make a purchase because they didn't know how much it cost.

When Gao Zhuang arrived, everyone wanted to see how the first person to try the crab felt.

When the price of two cents was announced, everyone remained silent, but inwardly they all gasped – this must be the most expensive food in this alley.

However, after the girl explained it, they realized it made sense.

There's a whole egg inside, and it's brushed with sauce, sprinkled with scallions and sesame seeds, and has that crispy fried dough stick. Just looking at it makes my mouth water.

These days, who would dare to fry anything? That would use up so much oil!

So two cents is fine!

Everyone wanted to know how it tasted, but this guy just ate without saying a word.

Gao Zhuang chewed and swallowed, "So this stuff must be delicious! And it's so big, it's enough for me by myself!"

Gao Zhuangguang was so focused on the eggs and crispy crackers that he didn't notice the shredded cabbage inside. The crunchy cabbage shreds were delicious too!

In previous years, he hated eating Chinese cabbage the most in winter. There was nothing he could do about it, since Chinese cabbage was the most abundant food in winter. He had eaten enough boiled and stewed Chinese cabbage. He never expected that shredded Chinese cabbage added to this pancake would have such a unique flavor.

Gao Zhuang continued chewing the pancake, the crisp sound urging everyone on.

"Give me one too!"

"I want one too! Give me one too!"

"Me, me!"

In an instant, everyone couldn't resist and wanted to try the pancake.

They are workers, so what's wrong with workers eating well? People should treat themselves well.

"Okay, okay, we have everything. Don't push, don't push. What kind of stuff do you want, sir? Do you want scallions or anything?"

Wenxiang was overjoyed; these were all her customers.

As the cold wind swept across my tongue with its lingering notes, the iron griddle was branding a new moon.

When tiny bubbles appear on the edge of the shell, crack the egg open, and the golden egg liquid ripples as it rolls along the wooden pusher.

Bright green scallions mixed with sesame seeds are sprinkled like raindrops, topped with crispy, golden-brown flakes, and garnished with shredded cabbage. Finally, it's folded and stacked, ready to be served to the customer.

One by one, the pancakes went from Wenxiang's hands to the customers' hands, and her wooden pusher became smoother and smoother.

"It's really good! Dazhuang was right, it's delicious!"

"Yes, these crispy crackers must have been fried in oil for a long time; every bite is full of oily flavor!"

As expected, everyone was most satisfied with the crispy fried dough sticks, since they are genuine deep-fried food!

As the batter dwindled, and finally the last spoonful was used up, Wenxiang sheepishly told everyone that the pancakes were gone.

"Why is it all gone? I wanted to try some more!"

"We've only prepared a little less today since it's our first day here. Don't worry, we'll come back tomorrow!" Wenxiang explained happily.

Okay, we're out of pancakes, so everyone's going to buy something else. They have to go to work and can't be late.

Wenxiang quickly packed her things and prepared to go home.

"Little brother, little brother, wake up, let's go home! Don't catch a cold!" Wen Xiang woke up her younger brother next to the tricycle in a good mood.

She was truly impressed; she couldn't believe her brother could sleep so soundly despite all the noise.

"Sold out?" Wen Li yawned and stretched after waking up. "Ugh, it's so cold!"

He quickly rubbed his arms. "Let's go, let's go, let's go back!"

After the two returned home, Wenli went to catch up on her sleep.

"Young man, haven't you counted how much money we made today?"

"Let's count them together when Mom comes back tonight!"

Wen Li hadn't slept well yet and wasn't thinking about money at all. Anyway, his older sister wouldn't dare to hide money, so what was there to be afraid of?

Wenxiang thought her brother was right. When her mother came home that night and saw how much money they had made today, she would definitely be happier.

Don't think she didn't know; her mother thought she had tricked her younger brother into selling pancakes.

Add flour, add eggs, and fry until crispy; her mother probably gave her a few dirty looks.

Wenxiang sighed, then cheered up again. Although she didn't count, the pancakes were made by her, so she could roughly estimate how much money she had earned that day.

Wenxiang happily tidied up the house, but when Li Dafang came home from get off work that evening, she still looked unhappy with Wenxiang.

"Xiao Bao, look what I brought back! The cafeteria made braised pork today!" Turning to look at Wen Li, her expression immediately changed.

Even though I've gotten used to the scent, there's still a hint of bitterness in my heart.

"Thank you, Mother!" Wenli coaxed his mother again, and of course, Wenxiang and the others also got to eat braised pork, although it was only a small piece.

After the meal, Li Dafang started to worry about her son's business, "Son, how did sales go today?"

Could it be that it didn't sell? Li Dafang was a little nervous.

"Hey, sis, give me all the money you made today!" Wen Li said, pretending not to care.

"So many!" Li Dafang's eyes widened in disbelief, and she rubbed her eyes again.

A large pile of small bills was still in front of her; they hadn't run away.

"Count it, Mom! This is all we earned today!"