Chapter 32: Booming Business

Ye Lizheng ran away happily.

Ye Caiping had a smile on her lips. As long as this matter was reported, her daughter would have hope.

Old Lady Ye walked in and asked, "Cai Ping, who are you going to set up the stall with tomorrow?"

"With Jin'er and Huan'er."

"I'll go too!"

"OK."

"Whatever, I want to go too." Ye Daquan had just finished taking a shower and rushed in, steaming all over.

"No." Ye Caiping refused. "We already have enough manpower. Too many people will only cause more trouble."

Ye Daquan's heart broke into pieces.

Old Man Ye glared at him: "There are still two acres of land waiting for you to water tomorrow! Do you want to be lazy?"

Ye Daquan smiled awkwardly: "How could that be possible?"

"Dad, I'm going to bed first. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Ye Caiping left the main room and went to the kitchen to prepare the side dishes for tomorrow, then went back to sleep.

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At about four in the morning, Ye Caiping was awakened by the crowing of a rooster.

Ye Caiping took the opportunity to rinse her mouth and took out the bones and meat from the space.

After washing up, I started to make the soup.

Jin'er and Huan'er also got up yawning, one was cutting vegetables and the other was watching the stove, while Old Lady Ye was washing gluten.

Half an hour later, two large buckets of hot spicy soup were filled.

Ye Caiping tried the taste and used broth. This spicy soup tasted better than last night's.

Just as the spicy soup was finished, Ye Bajin came and whispered outside the courtyard gate: "Sister Caiping, are you guys done?"

Ye Caiping went out to open the door and let him in: "Try it too, this is our spicy soup."

Ye Bajin took a sip and his expression brightened: "Delicious!"

It's a pity that he has no knowledge and doesn't know how to describe the divine taste.

Ye Caiping was just about to carry the Hu La Tang with Ye Bajin when Ye Daquan squeezed in, opened Ye Caiping's hand, and the two big men carried the Hu La Tang out of the kitchen.

Ye Daquan had been awake for a while, but he didn't dare to go forward for fear of being scolded by Old Lady Ye. This time, seeing that they needed to lift something, he couldn't bear to let his sister do it, so he rushed out.

Two large buckets of spicy soup, some bowls and cans, plus the table and chairs that had been tied to the cart yesterday, the ox cart was filled to the brim.

Ye Caiping, Jin'er, Huan'er and Old Lady Ye sat on the ox cart and slowly left.

"By the way, Caiping, how much would you like our spicy soup?" asked Old Mrs. Ye.

"I calculated the cost last night. These ingredients are not cheap. The cost is not low, and our stuff is novel. A small bowl is 5 cents, and a large bowl is 8 cents."

Old Mrs. Ye took a breath and said, "It's quite expensive."

Ye Jin'er said, "The same price as wonton."

We soon arrived in town and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

There are already vendors setting up stalls on the roadside.

Ye Caiping chose a spot against a big tree and started moving things.

Ye Bajin rushed to carry down two large buckets of spicy soup and helped assemble the table.

In less than fifteen minutes, the Hu La Tang stall was set up.

Ye Caiping paid twenty cents and Ye Bajin drove away in the ox cart.

The mother and her two daughters sat down and waited for dawn.

At this time, a middle-aged couple pushed a cart with things over and stopped next to Ye Caiping.

The woman was a plump lady in her forties. She said as she set up her stall: "You look unfamiliar. What are you selling?"

Ye Caiping smiled and said, "Hot and spicy soup."

"I haven't heard of it." The fat aunt glanced at Ye Caiping and said, "We have been here for several years. You are taking up some of our space. Can you move away?"

Ye Caiping didn't want to argue with her, so she moved the table and chairs closer to the big tree.

Aunt Pang and her friends sell steamed buns, fried dough sticks and brown rice porridge. It is a breakfast stall.

Soon, the sky became completely bright and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

"Boss, give me a fried dough stick and a bowl of brown rice porridge."

"Same as usual, boss."

Regular customers started to come to the breakfast stall next door, and half of the seats were occupied.

There was no one at Ye Caiping's place, so Old Lady Ye said anxiously, "Caiping, let's open the lid of the barrel and start selling."

"Wait a minute, we don't have a stove. If we open it now, if there aren't many customers, the food will get cold halfway through. Let's wait until it's more lively."

Old Mrs. Ye said anxiously, "I should have built a stove earlier."

"We don't have such a big iron pot. It's not convenient to cook it right away, so let's sell it like this! Don't worry, wait a little longer."

Compared to Ye Caiping's calmness, Old Lady Ye and sister Ye Jin'er were worried and uneasy.

Seeing that there were no customers here, the fat lady next door was a little proud and advised:

"Big sister, doing business is not that easy. It's better to go home and farm."

Ye Caiping smiled and said, "Thank you, but you don't need to worry about it."

Aunt Pang was not angry. As long as the newcomer didn't bring any business, she would remain in a good mood.

Soon, the town became completely bustling.

"Mom, let's start selling!" Ye Caiping opened the lid of the barrel.

Old Mrs. Ye quickly scooped a bowl of spicy soup and put it on the table. She had experience and shouted at the top of her voice: "Spicy soup, spicy soup!"

Ye Caiping: "The spicy and smooth Hu La Tang is better than wontons and more fragrant than meat porridge!"

When pedestrians on the street saw the new thing, they stopped and asked, "What is Hu La Tang?"

"Never heard of it. How is it sold?" Many people came forward.

"A small bowl costs five cents, a large bowl costs eight cents!"

"Hey! So expensive? I can have a bowl of wontons with five cents! Every wonton is filled with meat, what do you have?"

When everyone looked closely, they saw that it was a bowl of paste with some unknown black and yellow stuff inside.

"How can you have the courage to sell five cents when you don't even have a piece of meat?"

"There is meat in our spicy soup, but it's dark in color so you can't see it." Old Mrs. Ye said anxiously.

The guests didn't believe it.

The fat aunt next door laughed when she heard this. How could a bowl of porridge cost only five cents not make her hungry? What fool would buy this kind of thing!

"Sir, come over here. Brown rice porridge is two cents a bowl. It's made from new rice this year. Steamed buns are one cent each, and meat dumplings are two cents each."

Seeing that the pedestrians were about to be sent away by Auntie Pang, Old Lady Ye and her sister Ye Jiner looked anxious.

Ye Caiping slowly picked up the long spoon and put it in the spicy soup, stirring it continuously. The special and overbearing aroma wafted out instantly.

“Oh, it smells so good!”

"What's this scent? I've never smelled it before."

There was no big flavor in this era, and the fragrance was too stimulating for them.

The guests who were about to leave paused and all looked towards the big barrel, their appetites aroused. The aroma alone makes them want to try it.

"But it's too expensive, five cents..."

"But it smells so good... I don't know what it smells like. I've never seen it before."

"It's only five cents, isn't it? Just treat it as a bowl of wontons. I'll have one bowl."

There are still many people in the town who are not short of money. An old man saw that it was a new thing and it smelled so good, so he decided to have a bowl.

Ye Caiping immediately scooped up a small bowl: "Do you want chopped green onions? Do you want it spicy? Do you like sour taste?"

The old man didn't expect there was a choice: "I want chopped green onions, a little spicy, no sour."

Ye Caiping quickly sprinkled chopped green onions and scooped half a spoonful of chili oil on it: "Five cents for the favor."

The old man put down five cents, took the spicy soup and sat down.