These stalls were all highly similar, called things like "Internet-Famous Lemon Chicken Feet." They mainly sold lemon chicken feet and pickled chili chicken feet, along with pickled radish and the like.
The barrier to entry was low. The stall owners had probably learned a bit online or somewhere else, bought a food cart, and started setting up shop.
The flavors of the lemon chicken feet at those stalls varied wildly, and there was one every short distance, making competition fierce.
Business had not been particularly good to begin with.
Now that Lu Qin had started selling pickled chili chicken feet too, things had gone from bad to worse.
At the east gate of Jiang University, several female college students came out together for a late-night snack.
"I'll go buy milk tea. Get me a main dish."
"I'll get some lemon chicken feet for us to share."
"Then I'll buy dessert. Meet at the usual place later."
One of the girls wandered to the entrance of the narrow alley, where customers packed the place like a sea of people.
"Forget it. There are too many people here. I can never get anything whenever I come."
The girl gave up. She had never tried Lu's Snack Stall. She had heard it was incredibly delicious, but there really were too many people. She had lined up several times without managing to buy anything, and afterward, she had never come back.
To her, "incredibly delicious" was probably just talk.
It was like the milk tea she usually drank. Everyone said Ba Wang Cha Ji's milk tea was good, but after trying it, she found it only slightly different from milk tea at other shops. The flavor was different, that was all.
But if she had to say it was exceptionally delicious, it really