"What do you mean even I can eat it? You look down on Jiangsu and Zhejiang people's ability to handle spicy food, don't you!"
Jiang Shuqi rolled her eyes but still went up to take a taste.
Although it was spicy, it was just that—it only made her hiss for a few minutes at most, and she didn't even need to drink milk.
"???
"This is impossible!"
The foreigners watching had expressions as if they'd seen a ghost. Even a random young girl from Great Xia was stronger than them?
"Lunard, you can eat spicy food, give it a try!"
Challenged by the diners, Boss Brazil got interested too. He went up to taste it, and his dark old face flushed red instantly, waving his hand repeatedly.
"No, no, I can't do it. It's too spicy. The normal level of spiciness is the best."
"The normal level of spiciness is the best?"
With just a simple sentence, the onlookers immediately became interested.
If Boss Brazil approves, it's definitely delicious food.
"Give me a serving to try. How much does it cost?"
"You choose the ingredients yourself? Pay by weight? Hey, this is interesting."
"Can you pack the seasoning and the ingredients separately? I want to take it back to eat tomorrow."
Thanks to Boss Brazil, in just over ten minutes, he sold more than thirty orders, with curious passersby continuing to come by to try it out.
Meng Qi was a bit embarrassed to have finally caught his breath.
Not only did they not laugh at him, but they also waived the cost of that salad.
He's not the kind of person without a conscience, so he went over and bought two large boxes. This time, not daring to be reckless, he just asked for the normal flavor.
For the first time tasting the magical flavor of the red oil, this group of foreigners, who didn't have much exposure, was instantly captivated by the mysterious cold salad.
Especially the dried tofu, beancurd sticks, and wheat gluten soaked with sauce, each bite burst with juice, making them more and more addicted the more they ate. Even though they were sweating from the spiciness, they couldn't stop as if possessed.
If there was any drawback, it might be that eating too much of it plain made it a bit salty.
Close to 11 PM, most of the nearby cafes and convenience stores that were supposed to close had already shut their doors.
Sharp-eyed people discovered that the food truck selling kimchi food also sold chilled beverages and rushed over.
"Boss, uh... quick, a bottle of iced Coke!"
"Here you go~"
The boss, a smiling woman in her forties, took an icy 450ml bottle of Coke from the fridge.
"5 euros."
"...How much?"
The person, just about to take out money, looked incredulously with wide eyes when he realized.
Why don't you just rob me??
A bottle only costs 2-3 euros in the supermarket, even cheaper on sale. Only bars dare to charge this much for drinks. You're just a food truck; what gives you the right!!
"Want to buy it?"
The Kimchi Lady still had a commercial smile on her face, and a faint layer of frost was visibly clinging to the Coke bottle, making it look icy cold.
If he could have a sip, who knows how happy he'd be?
But such a large box of cold salad only costs 5 euros, and a meat-filled taco just 7-8 euros, and you're selling a bottle of Coke for 5 euros? Do you think he's a fool?
He glanced at the menu, then suddenly pointed at that pot of fish cakes: "Forget the Coke, give me two skewers of fish cakes, with extra soup!"
A skewer of fish cakes is 2 euros, and the soup is free. In the end, he even saved a euro, a great deal!
Kimchi Lady's smile faded as she wordlessly put the Coke back and served him a cup of fish cake soup and two skewers of fish cakes.
Taking a sip of the warm, salty, fresh fish cake soup, the scorching heat in his mouth gradually subsided.
"Ah... so comfortable~"
More and more people followed suit, and the pot of fish cake soup was quickly emptied.
Kimchi Lady took no joy in the earnings; rather, her face grew more troubled.
The fish cake skewers were half-prepared; all you needed was to add water and boil. Kimchi People are good at jacking up prices, and even their supermarkets abroad have high prices.
Moreover, this stuff couldn't fetch a high price, so no matter how many people bought it, it was all futile work. It made her seem like some kind of nanny, boiling fish cake soup for free, and even losing money on water and electricity.
Fish cake soup buyers were primarily Kimchi People, and their numbers were small. The main profit came from spicy rice cakes and other snacks. But she never expected such an erratic day, with foreigners lining up just to get free soup.
Quickly, she noticed these people more or less holding the same boxes while eating.
"Great Xia People?"
Narrowing her eyes, she glanced over at Lin Chen's side with a gloomy face.
She was aware of newcomers, and while it was fine as long as they didn't affect each other's business, you can't mess with her business!
Although annoyed, the appearance of the cold salad gave her a new idea.
"Isn't it just mixed vegetables? Simple. So these foreigners actually like this kind of thing?"
She's planning to prepare some mixed vegetables to sell tomorrow. This is a basic skill for every Kimchi Lady—a signature dish that can be easily made into dozens of different styles.
"Boss, do you still have fish cake soup?"
"It's all sold out. Only Coke and Sprite are left!"
"How much are they?"
"5 euros."
"???"
The price shocked batch after batch of diners, but in the end, some couldn't resist and invested heavily to buy it.
"This can't go on."
Lucas frowned and observed from afar.
As a competent Great Xia person, he's already grown accustomed to being wary of any potential problems with reputation when abroad.
"I think you should add some drinks, even if it's just something like mung bean soup. It all counts as income, so why let Xiao Xiba take the opportunity?"
"Drinks?"
Lin Chen was taken aback; that was true.
There's no rule against selling drinks. They can be made in advance and sold cup by cup—quickly and deliciously.
Various Great Xia milk tea shops haven't opened here yet, and the few that exist are in big cities, meaning no market competition.
Temporarily noting down the thought, making milk tea is somewhat cumbersome, requiring many devices and complicated steps. He'll consider it when the food truck expands or when he's not so busy.
Mung bean soup and red bean soup, though, could be prioritized. They don't even need recipe coupons to make them; he can make them himself.
Today is a Friday evening, typically a busy time, but business is harder without Sister Haofang.
By 11:55, there were still over twenty takeaway boxes unused. After accounting for waste, they probably only sold a bit over two hundred portions.
To be cautious, none of the remaining food can go to waste. Ingredients for cold salad shouldn't be eaten overnight, as it affects the taste.
With a smile, Lin Chen glanced at Lucas, who was still helping out nearby. This guy is really dependable.
His two pairs of couple friends couldn't wait and went out on dates nearby, but he was still here, claiming he didn't want to be a third wheel.
"Linhomie!"
"Hey!"
Lucas rushed over in a flash, "What's up?"
"It's getting late. I don't think anyone else will come buy anything. Plus, I have to work tomorrow. How about we do this?"
Lin Chen had already prepared the remaining ingredients, mixing them together and packing them into takeaway boxes, with the sauce packed separately.
"I'll sell these to you at cost price. See if you can push them to others or sell them to friends. Whatever you can sell, the profit's all yours. How about it?"