Start Building a Food Empire from Qiaotou Pancakes

Zhang Huajian graduated from high school, has a foundation in Nanquan, has a family tradition of traditional Chinese medicine, and always has a blue cloth medicine bag hanging on his waist. He pushed a second-hand food cart, set up a stove on the bridge, and sold pancakes for three yuan a piece. Others laughed at him: "How worthy is he of being a cake seller?" He said nothing. Turn the cake with your left hand and stop the bleeding with your right hand. The cocoon in the tiger's mouth is getting thicker and thicker. —— The gangsters on the bridge were charging protection fees, so he knocked one down with a grapple. He didn't hurt anyone, but he set the rules. The old restaurant in town ran out of flour for him, so he went to Dongshi to bring back the stone-milled noodles and made "stone-milled cakes", which gained a reputation. Chain brands were rushing to register trademarks. He used evidence of "Zhang Ji"'s previous use to fight back, city after city. The veteran taught him three things: number, password, and whistle. He carved the locust wood sign, fixed the sujiang line, and struck the spoon as the sign. His father scolded him two words: "Craftsmanship is the root." "Don't embarrass the family." He remembers. From Qiaotou, a piece of cake is sold to the town, to the county seat, to the provincial capital, and to all over the world. When Nanquan enters the kitchen, the shovel is the weapon. Traditional Chinese medicine comes into play, and food supplements are the barrier. Others rely on capital to build a store, but he relies on skills to establish his reputation. Others rely on advertising to make money, but he relies on whistle blowing to gather people. —— There are no small businesses in this world, only people who refuse to bend. Zhang Huajian bent down to make noodles. When he looked up, there was already a catering empire behind him.