Chapter 41 Isn’t this an obvious grab for business?- "Rebirth at 80, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the family separation"

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Zhao Zhijun's face suddenly changed: "Third brother-in-law, they... they also sell sesame cakes with meat? Are they five cents cheaper than us?"

Lin Guoqiang said nothing, standing behind the stove and looking at the shop opposite.

The shop was not big, but it was in a good location, facing the gate of the agricultural machinery factory and across the street from his shop.

There was a man standing at the door, about forty years old, short and fat, wearing a blue overalls, greeting guests.

He knew that person.

My surname is Qian, my name is Qian Dayong. He used to work as a chef in a state-owned hotel in the town. Later, the state-owned hotel's performance was not good. I heard that he resigned, but I didn't expect to open a store here.

"Third brother-in-law, please say something!"

Zhao Zhijun was anxious, "They sell it for 25 cents, which is five cents cheaper than us! Isn't this an obvious grab for business?"

"I saw it." Lin Guoqiang said calmly, "Why are you so anxious?"

"Can I not be in a hurry? All our guests have been taken away by them..."

Lin Guoqiang ignored him and turned around to pack things behind the stove.

He seemed calm, even a little unhurried.

Zhao Zhijun was so anxious that he stamped his feet and ran to the door to take a look.

Sure enough, a few old customers who were going to Guoqiang Snacks saw a new store opened opposite and it was five cents cheaper. They hesitated and turned into Wang's Snacks.

"Third brother-in-law, Lao Zhou has also passed by!"

Zhao Zhijun's voice changed its tone.

"I saw it." Lin Guoqiang didn't even raise his head.

"You...you just look at it like this?"

Lin Guoqiang wrung out the rag, hung it on the stove, walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, and looked across.

There were several people lined up at the entrance of Wangjia Snacks. Qian Dayong stood behind the stove, his movements were deft.

But Lin Guoqiang saw the clue after looking at it for a while.

His pancake technique was wrong, he didn't control the heat well, and some of the pancakes were burnt at the edges.

The color of the braised pork was too dark, and too much soy sauce was added. It looked black, unlike his which was bright red.

"Zhijun, come here."

Zhao Zhijun ran over: "What's wrong?"

"Look at him pancakes."

Zhao Zhijun looked at it for a while and frowned: "His cake... doesn't seem to be baked through?"

"Yes, the fire is too strong. The outside is burnt, but the inside may not be cooked yet." Lin Guoqiang pointed to Qian Dayong's stove, "Look at his braised pork."

"The color is too dark."

"Well, adding too much soy sauce means that his soup base is not good and he relies on soy sauce for color."

Lin Guoqiang withdrew his gaze and said, "Our stewed soup is old. The longer it is cooked, the more fragrant it becomes. His soup cannot keep up."

Zhao Zhijun listened and gradually became less anxious, but still a little unwilling: "But they are five cents cheaper.

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