Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Why Is It So Delicious? It’s Killing This Beauty

They also wanted to try Jiang Liu’s new menu item.

Jiang Liu refused. "Sorry, everyone. I only sell it by the full plate, so I can’t split it up."

From the back, Aunt Wu shouted, "Then can two of us split a plate?"

As soon as she said that, many of the customers’ eyes lit up, and they looked at Jiang Liu expectantly.

Jiang Liu nodded. "That’s up to you. Of course you can."

"In that case, boss, Aunt Wu and I will get one plate to go."

"And add fifteen buns and three bottles of juice!"

"WeChat Pay received: 1,425 yuan."

Jiang Liu deliberately used an extra-large takeout container, placing ice packs on the bottom before adding the sashimi platter.

The wasabi and soy sauce were packed separately.

’This takeout container isn’t worthy of such a high-end product. I’ll have to buy some more expensive ones when I get the chance.’

Jiang Liu wasn’t quite satisfied.

His shop was an oddity—doing takeout for sashimi.

But he had no choice. There were too many customers and not enough seats, so many had to get their food to go.

After that, basically every customer who made it to the front of the line bought a plate of tuna sashimi.

They had a lot of faith in Jiang Liu; after all, they’d learned from past experience.

The buns and juice were unbelievably delicious, and cheap too.

This tuna would definitely be worth the money.

The customers inside who were eating the tuna all gave a thumbs-up.

No joke, it’s super delicious!

Boss Liu, the fishmonger, took one bite and was utterly astounded.

An auntie next to him asked, "Old Liu, what’s with that expression?"

"It’s good, but is it ’gape your mouth open’ good?"

Old Liu took a deep breath. "You don’t understand. This isn’t ordinary tuna. Judging by the texture, aroma, and elasticity, this is definitely wild tuna, and a rare bluefin variety at that! Otherwise, the mouthfeel could never reach this level!"

His words quickly spread through the crowd, and Jiang Liu’s TikTok fan group exploded with activity.

Everyone knew of Old Liu.

He was known for his integrity. A professional fishmonger at the local market for decades, he had even gone sea fishing in his youth and won dozens of awards.

If he said it, it had to be the absolute truth.

"Old Niu, how about we go halves on a plate? I’ve never had tuna in my entire life. Since Xiao Jiang is selling it today, I have to show my support," Aunt Mengmeng said excitedly.

"Boss, one plate of tuna, fifteen buns—any random assortment is fine—and two bottles of juice, thanks!"

"Two orders of tuna to go!"

The payments, thousands upon thousands of yuan, kept rolling in.

Jiang Liu was making a killing.

A customer who had just finished his sashimi exclaimed, "I finally get why people run back to buy more after finishing! It’s just too delicious. Wild tuna really is the Rolls-Royce of fish!"

"Brother Jiang, could you pack up another order of sashimi for me, please!"

"I have to bring some for my grandparents to try."

Many customers had come from far away, and as soon as they heard about the new item, they were all eagerly rubbing their hands together.

Liu Honglei picked up a piece of rich, oily otoro, dipping it in the secret-recipe soy sauce and wasabi.

He ate until his lips glistened with fish oil.

Tender!

Fresh!

Sweet!

Rich!

"This is the best sashimi I’ve ever eaten. I’ve been to high-end sashimi restaurants before, spent nearly ten thousand, and it was absolute crap. It just can’t compare to Boss Jiang’s fish."

Even the dignified captain of the criminal investigation department had started fawning over it.

An office drone exclaimed, "Holy crap! This fish is fucking incredible. I’ve finally seen the light—you earn money to enjoy life! Brother Jiang, give me another order!"

Jiang Liu was so busy his head was spinning.

One moment he was running to the front to pack orders, the next he was busy in the back kitchen.

Jiang Liu suddenly found himself missing Jun Qingmeng.

’If she were here, she could help pack the buns while I prepare the sashimi platters in the kitchen.’

The shop was filled with an endless stream of amazed exclamations.

Huang Yunfeng stuffed his mouth with the pink sashimi. "I never used to like fish, but today I discovered it can be this delicious, rich, and tender."

As he spoke, he dipped a piece in a huge glob of wasabi and popped it into his mouth. It was hard to tell if it was from the overwhelming flavor or the spice, but his eyes rolled straight up into his head.

"So damn good!"

A woman with an out-of-town accent was sitting at a table near the entrance.

She spoke with admiration, "This ingredient is something special, truly special. Look at the marbling on the fish—it’s so clear. And even though all three cuts come from the same fish, their textures and flavors are worlds apart."

"I’ve been eating fish for years, but this is the first time I’ve ever had a texture like this. It’s so tender, so fresh and sweet!"

Similar exclamations of praise echoed both inside and outside the shop.

Customers who heard the commotion dropped what they were doing and hurried over to try it for themselves.

Soon, by 7:30, all fifty-plus orders of tuna sashimi had sold out.

"Boss, my mom gave me money to buy two more orders of tuna. Can you pack them up for me?"

Jiang Liu said with a smile, "Sorry, the tuna is all sold out. Please come back next time."

"Sold out? How many did you even make? Don’t you want to make money?"

When the customers further back heard the tuna was gone, a collective groan of despair went up.

"Why was there so little? I didn’t even get a taste, I just heard everyone else talking about it."

"If it’s gone, just go make more! We have the money! Go on, hurry! We’re begging you, please?"

Jiang Liu just smiled and shook his head.

’When something becomes too common, it loses its value.’

’The rarer something is, the more people covet it.’

"Everyone, I’m out of ingredients for now. If I go get more, it means there will be fewer buns and less juice available at noon."

Hearing that the supply of buns and juice would be reduced, the clamor died down.

"Then never mind. The buns and juice are my lifeline—they’re cheap and delicious."

"I’ll just have to come earlier next time!"

"You infuriating boss! Why is everything you make so delicious? You’re making things so hard for this beautiful lady!"

By the air conditioner, Bai Yunliang, a local business owner who had snagged the last plate of tuna, sat on a small stool, savoring his prize with relish.

The other neighbors fixed their gazes on him, hesitated for a moment, and then crowded around.

"How’s it taste?"

"Boss Bai, let me have a piece. Just one taste, how about it?"

Bai Yunliang wasn’t stingy. He used his chopsticks to divide the fish into many small pieces.

"One piece each. No more."

A dozen or so shop owners and local aunties grabbed disposable chopsticks from Jiang Liu’s shop and each took a piece to try.

"The flavor is so fresh and sweet."

"My piece is so rich. It just melts in your mouth; you don’t even need to chew."

"This must be real wasabi. You rarely see it on the market, it’s usually served with high-end sashimi. As expected of something from Boss Jiang’s shop!"

An auntie on her way back from grocery shopping said regretfully, "Now I get why Xiao Jiang priced it so high. This fish definitely isn’t cheap. Forget over one thousand a plate; I’d buy it for my grandson even if it were three thousand."

The customers who hadn’t managed to buy any sashimi were beating their chests and stamping their feet, their faces filled with regret.

An office worker in a tie ran up to the window to ask, "Brother Jiang, will you have more at noon? How many orders?"

Jiang Liu thought for a moment. "About thirty orders."

He felt that processing thirty jin of tuna into fifty portions was already more than enough to keep him busy.

It wasn’t that he was tired.

Ever since his body had changed that morning, Jiang Liu had felt completely relaxed. The problem was that he only had one pair of hands and couldn’t keep up.

This was a huge problem.

"Thirty orders?! That’s way too few!"

The office worker was crestfallen. He wanted to ask Jiang Liu to make more, but he held his tongue.

Jiang Liu had already said he couldn’t, unless he sacrificed the production of the buns and juice.

The office worker gritted his teeth. "Okay, I get it. I’ll be here at ten o’clock sharp. I refuse to believe I won’t be able to get one then!"

’I’ll even take time off work if I have to,’ he resolved.

’Worst case, I’ll just bring a plate for my boss. We can all become Jiang Liu fans together.’

The area outside the shop remained bustling and lively.

Neighbors chatted amongst themselves, the conversation revolving almost entirely around the day’s new delicacy.

「7:46 AM」

The buns and juice had also completely sold out.

Fifty-three orders of tuna had sold for 66,780 yuan. After subtracting roughly 11,200 yuan in costs...

The net profit came to about 55,580 yuan!

Four hundred bottles of juice brought in a net profit of about 12,000 yuan.

One thousand buns generated a net profit of about 2,100 yuan.

Total morning profit: 69,650 yuan.

Almost seventy thousand!

This was as much as he used to make in an entire day, and that was including the income from the "Care Box."

Now that Jiang Liu had removed the Care Box, a single morning’s earnings had nearly matched his previous full-day income.