When it came to confidence, Zeng Quanyou had originally had plenty of it.
But when he saw the Lu's Crystal Shrimp Dumplings in the customers' hands, to be honest, his confidence was no longer as strong as it had been at the start.
Judging by the appearance of Lu's Crystal Shrimp Dumplings and then smelling their fragrance, Zeng Quanyou knew without even tasting them that they could not possibly be bad.
Boss Wang said irritably, "But they recognized you as a chef from Four Flavors Restaurant!"
Zeng Quanyou gritted his teeth. "Don't worry, Boss. I won't lose."
No sooner had he said that than customers were already scanning the code to pay for the shrimp dumplings that had just come out of his steamer.
There were eight in a serving. It was enough to fill an ordinary person up, but for foodies, it was barely enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
For the time being, the customers only bought one serving each. It was their first time trying them, and since they did not know how they tasted, buying several servings felt risky.
At Four Flavors Restaurant, Chef Zeng priced one serving of Crystal Shrimp Dumplings at eighty-eight yuan, an auspicious number.
The diners who ordered them at Four Flavors Restaurant all felt that eighty-eight yuan for a serving was well worth it. They really did taste excellent, worthy of Four Flavors Restaurant.
But now, he was selling them at exactly the same price as Lu's next door—twenty-eight yuan per serving.
Honestly, it was practically giving them away.
But there was no helping it. This was not Four Flavors Restaurant; it was the Gourmet Food Festival, where snack stalls surrounded the customers.
If he sold them for eighty-eight, customers would think even glancing at his stall was unnecessary.