9: That’s the charm of breakfast stalls!

Tang Guoer and the young man who first patronized Mo Li's business had left at some point.

Only new customers, clamoring to buy tea eggs, remained in front of the breakfast cart.

“Everyone, don't rush, line up, one by one!”

Mo Li simply maintained order in front of the breakfast cart to prevent the scene from becoming too chaotic and the embarrassing situation of the cart being overturned.

Fortunately, this was University Town, and most of the customers were college students, most of whom were respectable people.

The few who weren't respectable, everyone else would help them be respectable.

A line quickly formed in front of the breakfast cart.

“Beep, WeChat payment received, 6 yuan.”

“Beep, WeChat payment received, 9 yuan.”

“Beep, WeChat payment received, 12 yuan.”

For the first time in his life, Mo Li felt the sound broadcast from the small loudspeaker was so melodious and pleasant to listen to.

“Boss, since your tea eggs are so delicious, your steamed buns must be good too, right? I’ll have two!”

After seven or eight customers bought tea eggs, the first customer who actively asked to buy steamed buns appeared.

However, Mo Li felt nothing inside.

“I'll tell you upfront, these steamed buns and mantou don't compare to the tea eggs in taste; they're just enough to fill you up, so don't have too high expectations.”

“Oh? I didn't expect you to be so honest, Boss. Being filling is fine; I'll have two then.”

The customer took a bite of the steamed bun and then looked at Mo Li with some surprise.

“Boss, you're too humble; I dare say your steamed buns are better than those at nearby breakfast shops.”

“?????”

Mo Li was a bit confused.

Could it be that eating tea eggs caused hallucinations, that even semi-finished steamed buns could receive such high praise?

Soon, Mo Li understood.

His main profit came from the tea eggs.

Selling steamed buns and mantou at the breakfast stall was a reluctant move initially due to lack of confidence.

To protect his reputation, the semi-finished steamed buns and mantou he chose were good quality products from major brands, and the purchase price was extremely high.

Would other breakfast stalls do this?

Impossible!

To ensure profit, typical breakfast stalls would definitely purchase very low-priced semi-finished products.

However, these mass-produced semi-finished foods had already reached the extreme in competition, truly reflecting “you get what you pay for,” with strict quality tiers.

Everything is subject to comparison.

Diners who were used to those low-priced semi-finished products would naturally find these good quality ones delicious when they suddenly tasted them!

After realizing this, Mo Li began to actively sell steamed buns and mantou to customers.

At the breakfast stall, Mo Li was busy scooping tea eggs and packing steamed buns and mantou for every customer who came by.

Further away from the breakfast stall, more passersby discovered this bustling breakfast stall, where many diners exclaimed how delicious the food was on the spot.

“Isn't that where Exploding Egg Bro's breakfast stall is? Didn't he give up a long time ago? Why is it so lively today? What's going on?”

“Who knows? A breakfast stall actually has a line... No, I have to go line up too and see what's happening.”

“It's so early in the morning, why are you joining in on the commotion?”

“Look at you talking; if you're not joining in, why are you running faster than me? What, you want to get in front of me? Dream on!”

More and more passersby were attracted by the unusually bustling scene, and the line grew longer and longer.

Mo Li was alone at the breakfast cart, sweating profusely, happily but painfully scooping tea eggs and packing steamed buns and mantou non-stop.

After an unknown amount of time, this wave of gathered diners finally gradually dispersed.

Mo Li took off his disposable gloves and plopped down on the stainless steel stool of the breakfast cart, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Is this what they call 'pain and happiness combined'?”

Complaints aside, seeing the additional 1048 yuan in his WeChat payment account, Mo Li felt no dissatisfaction at all.

In less than half an hour, he had sold over 200 tea eggs alone.

This portion of the revenue already exceeded 600 yuan, with a profit of over 500 yuan.

Mo Li's previous job paid just over 4000 yuan a month.

Earning 500 yuan in half an hour was something Mo Li wouldn't have dared to dream of before today!

After resting for a while, Mo Li checked the supplies at the breakfast stall.

The steamed buns and mantou had all sold out during the first rush of customers.

However, for the tea eggs, since he had prepared a full 30 catties, even after accounting for losses during preparation, there were still about 350 left.

After such a large wave of customers, there were still over 100 tea eggs left in the pot.

Mo Li took out his phone and checked the time.

7:28.

There was still about an hour until the appearance of the true rising internet celebrity, Tang Guoer.

The 'Tang Guoer' who appeared earlier didn't record a video or go live, so she definitely didn't count.

He had to wait until the real internet celebrity 'Tang Guoer' came to film a video or go live to achieve the purpose of promotion.

However, the remaining stock on the breakfast cart would likely not last until 'Tang Guoer' appeared; it was very possible that another wave of customers would completely clear out the cart.

What to do?

He couldn't specially save a few tea eggs for 'Tang Guoer, could he?

That would be too deliberate and might even backfire.

Or should he give up the opportunity to use the rising internet celebrity 'Tang Guoer' as a tool for free promotion?

Mo Li pondered for a moment and quickly came up with an idea.

He was indeed exhausted just now, the first time being so busy and tired, with a huge after-effect. He might as well cover the breakfast cart with a plastic sheet.

He would close for a break first to recover.

At the same time, he would wait for the rising internet celebrity 'Tang Guoer' to appear and help him promote.

If the promotional effect was good, starting tomorrow, he might be able to use two pots directly, selling only tea eggs, and no longer needing to sell those unprofitable semi-finished steamed buns and mantou... 8:25.

Beep beep beep... Beep beep beep... The heart-stopping alarm on his phone pulled Mo Li back to reality from his nap.

Mo Li got up and stretched, then simply washed his face with the tap water from the breakfast cart.

“I only slept for an hour, why does it feel like ages have passed...”

After complaining, Mo Li uncovered the breakfast cart and reopened for business.

The Fallen Street Back Alley was once again filled with the aroma of five-spice tea eggs.

“Holy cow! My classmate told me the tea eggs here are so delicious you wouldn't let go even if slapped, so I specially came to buy some, but then I saw your breakfast cart covered with a plastic sheet and thought you had already sold out and closed. Why are you open again?”

Mo Li chuckled inwardly at the passerby's complaint.

This was the advantage of running his own stall; he was only responsible for himself and had great autonomy.

Even customers could only complain, not blame him, much less deduct his salary or threaten to fire him.

Mo Li uncovered the pot of tea eggs, took a fan from the cart, and deliberately fanned it a few times in the direction of the passerby, making the aroma drift over faster.

“Isn't it good that we're open and you can eat? The steamed buns and mantou are gone, there are only tea eggs left. How many do you want?”

The passerby's appetite was immediately whetted by the wafting aroma.

“Holy cow! This aroma... it really has something to it. Give me two tea eggs to try.”

Just as Mo Li was scooping tea eggs, the rising internet celebrity Tang Guoer, wearing delicate light makeup and a beige short dress, appeared again in front of the breakfast stall, holding her phone.

“Friends, you might not believe it, but this morning I ate the best tea eggs I've ever had here, and I can't wait to recommend this place to you.”

Saying that, Tang Guoer asked Mo Li:

“Boss, I'm live-streaming, can I film your place?”

Mo Li chuckled inwardly; this person was quite polite, he thought...