The Game of Life-Chapter 793 - 792 Fierce Competition

Chapter 793: Chapter 792 Fierce Competition

Chapter 793 -792 Fierce Competition

Beiping gets dark late; when Jiang Feng was in city Z around mid-October, the sky would usually be almost completely dark by seven o’clock. In Beiping, however, it is still quite bright at seven o’clock, although the temperature has completely dropped to evening levels, making it a perfect time to go out and stroll the streets.

It’s also the time when air conditioning seems the least appealing.

Though food delivery orders saw a slight rise at the start of the evening rush, they only reached a normal level, because Liu Qian’s live stream had ended, and she wasn’t a particularly good sales host. If Liu Qian had been a sales host instead of a food vlogger, Taifeng Building would probably have been disqualified for cheating by now.

Then, Jiang Feng and his team would file a complaint, and both parties would start an investigation, throw shade, investigate some more, throw some more shade, and the program would have its explosive moments.

Wait a second, this plot actually has some appeal to it when I think about it.

Liu Qian was taking on the role of a hardworking little worker in the back kitchen without complaints.

By now, the customers in the congee shop had changed shifts; the afternoon crowd could be said to have come for tea, mainly indulging in dim sum and cold drinks. But the evening customers were properly coming for dinner, and sales of congee began to rise, making Sun Jikai’s stir-fried beef ho fun finally come into play.

Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, and Sun Jikai were all switching back and forth between making congee and stir-frying dishes, but only Sun Maochai sat in the kitchen wrapping dim sum, tirelessly, continuously, without complaint, virtually an unfeeling dim sum-making machine.

Having worked in social media for a year, Liu Qian had greatly improved her gift of gab and her social skills; even though her live stream style was still as suffocatingly unique as ever, she had at least taken on a bit of a host’s appearance, able to chat with anyone, anywhere, especially with people who cooked delicious food.

And so, after only working in the kitchen for two hours, she had already started calling Sun Maochai “Mr. Sun” instead of “Master Sun.”

“Mr. Sun, no wonder your dim sum tastes so amazing; it turns out you used to work in Guangdong Province. That must mean your dim sum is incredibly authentic. I never knew authentic Cantonese dim sum could be this delicious. It looks like I should take the opportunity to go to Guangdong Province and have a proper dim sum breakfast sometime. I always thought these snacks were tasty, just ordinarily so, normal tasty. But after tasting what you’ve made today, I now know what truly delicious means—it’s even better than Mr. Jiang’s pork knuckles!” Liu Qian’s mouth never stopped moving, nor did her lips.

Jiang Feng paused while stirring the congee and glanced at Liu Qian, then decided it was better not to tell her that not everyone in Guangdong Province makes dim sum as deliciously as Sun Maochai.

To be precise, no one in Guangdong Province makes dim sum as deliciously as Sun Maochai.

Oh well, better leave Liu Qian her beautiful fantasies about Guangdong Province.

Sun Maochai was quite interested in Liu Qian as well, mainly because he’d never before interacted with someone who was a live streamer, particularly a food vlogger. Initially shocked by Liu Qian’s appetite, he was then impressed by her eloquence and ended up chatting more, portraying himself as a middle-aged drifter in the north.

But who would believe that a middle-aged drifter owned a pair of Silvano Lattanz shoes? Probably only Liu Qian in this kitchen, who didn’t recognize the brand. Of course, Jiang Feng didn’t know the brand either, but he was aware that Sun Maochai’s shoes must be very expensive.

After all, the tea he drank wasn’t bought in stores; it was auctioned off at auction houses.

“By the way, Boss, do I get dinner for helping out here tonight?” After hours of diligent work, the little worker Liu Qian finally showed her hand, revealing her true intent.

Jiang Feng: …

He knew it. How could Liu Qian possibly pass up a lengthy snack street and come here to work for free for capitalists?

“Of course, you’ll get dinner, but you’ll probably have to wait until around ten o’clock. What would you like to eat?” Jiang Feng figured that by ten o’clock, Liu Qian would have digested part of what she ate in the afternoon and it shouldn’t be a problem to have a normal dinner then.

“Anything’s fine,” Liu Qian said cheerfully.

Liu Qian’s inquiry actually reminded Jiang Feng that she had been eating her way here today, so she must have seen and perhaps even tried the offerings at other restaurants.

“Liu Qian, when did you get to food street today?” Jiang Feng asked.

“I came in the morning; I started live streaming at ten o’clock. Since I have work tomorrow, I thought I’d stream for a bit longer today and come to the snack street for some tasty food,” Liu Qian said.

“So, what have you eaten? Did you notice any particularly busy shops around here?” Jiang Feng asked casually, the other three immediately turned to look at Liu Qian, who didn’t notice as she was preoccupied with her takeaway boxes.

Liu Qian thought Jiang Feng was inquiring about how much she had eaten before and quickly explained: “I didn’t actually eat that much, mainly because it was too hot today. It was okay when I arrived around ten, but by eleven o’clock it was extremely hot, and I started off by drinking two cups of milk tea. There’s a milk tea shop at the street corner that’s pretty popular. I waited in line for about fifteen minutes to buy two cups of milk tea. The taste was quite average, I just don’t know why so many people were queuing.”

Jiang Feng nodded. The milk tea shop chosen by Huaiyang Building was at the street corner; Liu Qian was probably talking about that one. It seemed their business wasn’t too bad.

But even if the milk tea shop did well, it wouldn’t make a huge amount, the potential was clearly limited.

“Actually, I initially wanted to visit the famous dessert shop over here to buy some pastries, but the line was ridiculously long. Honestly, it was so exaggerated I figured it would nearly take an hour to wait, and then with the weather being so hot, I just didn’t queue.”

It’s not surprising that the dessert shop chosen by Yonghe House does so well, with their solid reputation as a trendy store and the enhancement from those top White Chefs, they’d find it difficult to not do well.

“Isn’t there a famous sweet shop on Snack Street, have you tried it?” Jiang Feng began to probe into the business of the top-floor restaurants.

Liu Qian shook her head: “No, I was planning to, but then I saw your porridge shop, and I came in and haven’t left since.”

“So, you just had two cups of milk tea?” Jiang Feng expressed disbelief.

“No, I also had two servings of rice noodle rolls, a box of cold cake, and a small portion of fried cake at noon. The rice noodle rolls from that shop actually tasted pretty good, it’s just that I don’t know why it seemed like their business wasn’t that great,” Liu Qian began to feel sorry for the rice noodle roll shop. Jiang Feng guessed that the shop Liu Qian mentioned must be the one chosen by Cheng Ji Restaurant. It seemed Cheng Ji’s luck wasn’t as good as their Taifeng Building; the business hadn’t taken off.

A roast whole lamb was missing.

“Oh by the way, I saw one shop that was particularly busy, do you know what shop it is, Boss? It was actually a fried skewer shop!”

Jiang Feng: ?

Is that even possible?

Had Eight-treasure House hit some sort of jackpot? Did Ling Guangzhao really not cheat?

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“Wow, you wouldn’t believe the line in front of the fried skewer shop when I passed by. I’m planning to go back later and see if there are still many people queuing up. It smelled so good, and they don’t just sell fried skewers, it seems they also sell other snacks, and they all looked super delicious,” Liu Qian obviously couldn’t stop thinking about the Eight-treasure House’s fried skewer shop.

Hearing Liu Qian say this, Jiang Feng suddenly realized that the other shops were also doing quite well, leading him to quickly review the takeaway orders again and roughly estimate the points in his head to breathe a sigh of relief.

It was a good thing they had a sudden surge of takeaway orders in the afternoon to prop them up, or Taifeng Building would have truly been in a precarious situation.

“By the way, Boss, what time does your shop open every day? I didn’t see the opening hours posted at the door. I actually live pretty close to here, and it’s on my way to work. I’m thinking about coming over for breakfast tomorrow morning, do you open early?” Liu Qian was already planning for tomorrow’s breakfast.

Jiang Feng thought for a moment: “Not early, and I don’t think it’s on your way.”

Taifeng Building was some distance from Snack Street after all.

Liu Qian: ?