Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"Name of the person handling the matter: Su Ping, acting guardian: Zhang Shunlin, I need to apply for a business license for a snack stand in Chihuyan Street. Is the information I provided correct?"

A staff member from the General Affairs Department looked at the paper materials that had just been written and his voice came out slowly.

The people he was questioning were the two people, one big and one small, sitting in front of the table, namely Su Ping and Uncle Zhang.

The next day after learning that the application process was much simpler, Su Ping came eagerly, but he was not old enough, so he needed to be accompanied by a guardian.

However, Su Yue’s physical condition did not allow him to come to Liyue Harbor, so he had to ask Uncle Zhang to come with him. Fortunately, he had foresight, otherwise he would have to make another trip.

"Yes, that's it." Su Ping nodded in confirmation.

Uncle Zhang also spoke similar words.

"Okay, this certificate will be approved within three days. Please pay attention and come to collect it." The staff member smiled and continued in a very soft voice.

"If you still have questions, feel free to ask me. If you need to apply for other types of certificates, that's fine too."

After Su Ping explained that it was not necessary, he followed Uncle Zhang out of the General Affairs Department. Both the uncle and nephew breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Zhang was not used to being a government employee, but Su Ping felt that something in his heart had been resolved, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After the uncle and nephew looked at each other, Uncle Zhang crossed his arms and spoke slowly: "Little Su Ping is a good businessman, and he thinks things through!"

"What you said is just a feeling that there will be such a level. Who knew it would really exist?" Su Ping scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"That's impressive." Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "By the way, have you decided what to sell?"

"I've already made up my mind. We still have some dates left at home. I'll pick out the worst quality ones. Their small size won't matter. They should weigh at least five or six kilograms."

"We can mash them all into date paste, or remove the cores and cut them into slices, and make them into cakes to sell. At least they will be worth a few hundred yuan. We can pack six pieces in a box, and the market price for a box is 800 yuan..."

Su Ping kept talking, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if Mora, who he would be able to possess soon, was right in front of him, within his reach.

Uncle Zhang's throat was a little dry, so he swallowed and asked carefully, "Is this true? Can it be sold for this much money?"

"Of course, snacks in Liyue Harbor are very popular. Whether it's for breakfast, lunch or dinner, there are always spots open for business. As long as you manage it well, it's definitely a business that's guaranteed to make money!"

As Su Ping spoke, he was also calculating silently. No matter how he calculated it, this would be much more cost-effective than selling it directly to merchants.

Uncle Zhang had the same idea in his mind. After all, something that once sold for less than a hundred Moras per pound could now be sold at such a price. Who wouldn't be tempted?

Of course, he did not doubt Su Ping's ability. This was not only out of trust, but also because he had witnessed it for the past few days.

"Uncle Zhang, do you have any peanuts left? Why don't you bring them over and split the profits 50-50? How do you think?"

Su Ping thought that if the customers only ate date-based snacks, they might get sick of them. Adding peanuts could help relieve the pain.

At present, he has no other alternative ingredients. Since everyone can make money together and help each other, why not do it?

"That's great, haha... But forget about the 50-50 split. The stall is yours anyway. Just give me some when the time comes, depending on the situation!"

Su Ping did not answer immediately. Until now, the other party was still thinking about him. If he did not express his concern, he would feel uneasy.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Ping slowly said, "Uncle Zhang, you can't be careless about this. If you are not careful about business matters, you will get into trouble!"

"You said so, but if there is an account book inspection, they will not care about verbal promises. They will only look at the clear and explicit contract. Otherwise, they will arrest people!"

"Is this, so serious?"

"Yes, so if you don't want to take 50%, Uncle Zhang, you have to take at least 40%. It's one thing to make me feel at ease, but I have to make sure you make some profit!"

"Then this..."

The argument between the uncle and nephew could not be ended for a while. They kept talking all the way, one sentence after another. One raised the money, the other pressed the money, but they were all for the other.

In the end, Su Ping finally gave in and settled on a 30:70 split. It wasn't because he couldn't convince the other party, but because he had thought of another channel.

He thought that since they were all family, it was only natural that his family should pay for Xiao Cui's dowry and Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's retirement expenses, so he didn't say anything for the time being.

Anyway, Uncle Zhang had to take Mora whether he wanted to or not. In Su Ping's mind, this was a done deal and could not be changed.

In three days, Su Ping rented a stall, ordered oil paper for wooden boxes, and bought several kilograms of flour. After that, there was not much Mora left at home.

When adjusting the proportions and flavors, Su Ping used "crooked melons and cracked dates", which may not look good, but the taste is still worth mentioning.

After all, he has been cooking for almost two years. No matter how clumsy his hands are, he can roughly figure out the process of making this kind of snack. As for whether it is the same as the traditional one, who cares?

With the policy reform, people must of course change with it, otherwise they will not be able to keep up with the times and make money. Su Ping doesn't care whether there was such a snack before, or whether his process is correct.

Anyway, hygiene is guaranteed, and people who have tried it say it tastes good, and that's the truth.

……

In the blink of an eye, the business license was reviewed, approved, and handed over to Su Ping.

Holding the certificate, Su Ping strode towards the snack street and set up the snacks he had brought with him on his way to the rented stall.

Date paste cake, date slice cake, peanut cake, different flavors, different textures, and good appearance. Not long after they were put on display, someone stopped to watch, but that person was obviously hesitant.

Should I go to this new stall or to the more reliable old stall? This should be a difficult question in the minds of most snack street customers.

If the new food doesn’t taste good, you’ll have wasted your money. But if it tastes good, then it’s definitely worth it and you’ll definitely come back often in the future. The problem lies in this what-if.

Su Ping understood this confusing question to some extent, so he looked at the man standing and watching, and said with a smile: "Uncle, how about trying one? You don't need to use Mora to taste it!"

"Then have one!" the man spoke without hesitation. It was obvious that since he didn't need the snacks bought by Mora, it didn't matter how they tasted, right?

"Which one do you want?" Su Ping asked.

"What flavors are they?" the man asked, raising his eyebrows, looking at the three kinds of pastries on the stall.

"There are Renxin Cake, Dehou Cake, and Zhijian Cake, which have three different flavors and textures: jujube paste, jujube slices, and peanuts. There must be one you like, right?"

Su Ping made up the name off the cuff, just like the Pearl Jade White Jade Soup, which is actually vegetable leaves cooked with tofu, the same principle.

"This is it." The man picked up the date paste cake and took a sip with doubt. Then his eyes lit up and he said, "Not bad. How much is it? Give me more!"

Su Ping smiled and said, "Six pieces for a box, eight hundred Mora..."

"Give me three boxes, two boxes of jujube paste and one box of jujube slices!" The man spoke hurriedly before Su Ping finished speaking.

With this person daring to be the "first person to try something new", the customers who were watching from the sidelines began to waver. Some walked forward to buy, while others remained where they were.

Then, watching those people eating with gusto, those who hadn't bought anything thought for a while and then went up to buy a box to try.

It was indeed delicious, but there were still a few people who, after taking a bite, wrapped the food in oil paper again and turned away.

A snack with a nice name, good appearance and decent taste, if it sells in small quantities, can be considered a demise of the snack street resident population.

Especially the owner of this stall, who is a little kid who speaks kindly and has a friendly attitude. His constant calls of "brother, sister, uncle, and aunt" make them like him from the bottom of their hearts.

This may be the charm of language and food, which can make people have an indescribable feeling about a child they meet for the first time.

This feeling is very common, but it is just one kind.

While the stall was in full swing, there were three people watching not far away. They had slender figures and looked pleased.

"It seems that our help is not needed." Yan Ziyuan murmured, then looked at a man beside him and teased: "Brother Zeng is newly married, and instead of staying at home with his wife, he ran out here, okay?"

Zeng Xi said slowly: "I came out, which naturally means that I am fine. Ziyuan, do you think your sister-in-law is also an unreasonable person?"

"I don't dare." Yan Ziyuan sighed and said faintly, "But it seems that on the third day after the wedding, what does the groom need to accompany the bride to do?"

The smile on Zeng Xi's face froze.

Ran Ziyou then added: "It seems that she is going back to her mother's home..."

"I'm leaving first!" Zeng Xi slapped his head, turned around and ran away, leaving only this sentence in their ears.

"Hahaha, Brother Zeng, ah, Brother Zeng, you used to be so confident, but now you have come to this day!"

"Alas, Brother Zeng, maybe you have worked too hard after marriage, so your mind is a little slow?"

"How would I know, um..." Yan Ziyuan turned around and looked at the stall where his junior was, revealing a faint smile.

Ran Ziyou's eyes flickered with tenderness, and he spoke slowly: "On the snack street, there are many familiar scenes, the dining table, the kitchen, the wild, as well as parents and friends..."

"But there is one thing that no one objects to." Yan Ziyuan continued speaking.

"This is what we call the atmosphere of the city. You can feel the crowds there. It's hard to stand the crowds there, but you always want to get closer to taste the delicious food..."