At midday, Lu Qiqi switched the stool back to drink some water and rest, then took the sketchbook and went out to attract customers.

Lu Qiqi stopped shouting as much as before. Now there were many people, and many people were passing by to eat. The market was bustling with activity, and no matter how loudly she shouted, only two or three people in front of her could hear her. It was better to save her energy.

At this moment, Lu Qiqi desperately wanted a loudspeaker that could play continuously.

On the street, three scholars in long gowns walked towards them. It was lunchtime, and several classmates had come to the West Market to eat something to fill their stomachs before going to school.

A big-eyed man noticed the painting in Lu Qiqi's hand and exclaimed in surprise, "Wait a minute, doesn't that calligraphy look like Mr. Yuancheng's work?!"

The tallest man among them, dressed in blue, asked, "Are you talking about that good-for-nothing scion of a noble family, Yuan Chengyi, who calls himself an old glutton?!"

The man in the gray fish-tail robe glanced at the painting and said, "Impossible, would he paint for a small stall?!"

Someone said, "Why don't we go up and take a look?"

Lu Qiqi gave the three men in long robes who were walking towards her a professional smile and said, "What kind of noodles would you like to eat? I have spicy noodles and pork bone noodles."

The big-eyed man said directly, "Young lady, may I take a look at the words on your painting?"

"Of course, no problem," Lu Qiqi handed it to him. "It's alright, feel free to look around."

The big-eyed man took the painting, and the three dark heads huddled together, as if discussing some confidential matter.

Seeing their strange behavior, Lu Qiqi listened to their conversation for a while.

The big-eyed man raised an eyebrow smugly as he looked at the signature below the handwriting. "I told you so, this is Mr. Yuancheng's handwriting."

The man in the gray fish-tail robe said, "It really is that old glutton's handwriting, but isn't he famously illiterate? Besides writing 'delicious,' 'really delicious,' and 'really delicious,' the only place in the new capital city, Tongfu Restaurant, has ever made him write the three characters 'really.'"

The man in blue seemed to remember something, chuckled, and said, "I also bought his book, 'Xiangdi Ji,' planning to just look at the places he wrote down and the comments he made on a few places when I travel in the future, which will save me a lot of trouble."

The big-eyed man pointed at his nose and said, "Brother Ji, you're quite the clever little devil. Today I also want to try the spicy noodles that Mr. Yuancheng wrote himself, which are better than any delicacy."

The big-eyed man spoke his last sentence loudly, causing many people to stop in their tracks.

After listening to the three people's words, Lu Qiqi took the painting and then asked Dunzi to invite the people to sit down.

As soon as the three men sat down, a lot of people surrounded Lu Qiqi. Liu Tong thought something had happened, so he quickly put down his bowl and came out to see what was going on.

Before Liu Tong could even step out, the people surrounding Lu Qiqi immediately surrounded him. Liu Tong was on high alert, but what they said completely stunned him.

"Hey Fatty, give me a bowl of spicy noodles."

"I'll have a bowl too."

"I want one too, I want one too."

Liu Tong had never seen anyone rush to buy noodles before. His heart was pounding with excitement. He coughed lightly and laughed loudly, "We have them all, we have them all, everyone line up to buy!"

Seeing the long line of people waiting to eat noodles, Lu Qiqi stopped hawking her wares and simply placed the painting at the entrance of her stall so that passersby could see it at a glance.

Lu Qiqi never expected that people in this era would have such high regard for gourmets, which was all thanks to Mr. Yuancheng's calligraphy.

Lu Qiqi was also grateful for her good fortune. If Mr. Yuancheng hadn't eaten something wrong a few days ago and been restricted by his wife to only eating bland food, her spicy noodles might not have won his favor.

The owners of the spicy noodle shops across the street thought that by lowering their prices, they could make Fatty Spicy Noodles go out of business.

So the spicy noodle business now belongs to these few families.

As long as they agree on a price, there will be no conflict.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qiqi turned the tide with just one painting, and the business was even better than before when she dominated the entire West Market. People lined up to eat noodles, and the stall was packed.

The noodle stall owners were green with envy. They knew that a bowl of noodles cost two coins, and that one bowl could earn them several months' worth of money in a single day!

Where did this chubby guy find this goddess of wealth?! Can't they go and find one too?

Lu Qiqi, of course, had no idea what the stall owners were thinking. After a busy midday, when there weren't many customers, Lu Qiqi asked Liu Tong and his apprentice to watch the stall while she went to buy the seeds that Lu Shi had instructed her to buy before she left.

Lu Qiqi asked for directions and found the largest seed shop in Qingshui Town. The rice in her space was not fully ripe yet, and even if it were ripe, it could not be planted immediately, so Lu Qiqi had to come out to buy it.

Upon entering the seed shop, a clerk immediately came to greet us.

The shopkeeper asked, "Miss, would you like to buy flowers or seeds?"

Lu Qiqi was slightly surprised and asked, "You have flowers here? Do you have any fruit tree seedlings?"

The waiter nodded and smiled, "Yes, but these all need to be booked in advance."

Lu Qiqi got the answer she wanted, bought 100 jin of grain seeds, and also ordered orange seedlings, pear seedlings, peach seedlings, lychee seedlings, longan seedlings, and plum seedlings.

When Chen, the shopkeeper of the seed store, saw that Lu Qiqi had ordered so many seedlings at once, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and he even gave her a few extra pounds of rice seeds.

Lu Qiqi raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. In any case, the wool would still have to come from her, the fat sheep.

Lu Qiqi certainly wouldn't carry those 100 jin of grain seeds to the stall herself, so she asked Manager Chen to arrange for a helper to deliver them to Fatty's spicy noodle stall.

Manager Chen would do anything to fawn over a big client like Lu Qiqi, so he readily agreed to this small matter.

Lu Qiqi paid the deposit and received the contract. Once the fruit tree seedlings arrived, she paid the balance, and the transaction was complete.

After leaving the shop, Lu Qiqi stored the contract in her spatial cabin. She still needed to find the owner of the pork shop, Zhu Ji.

Back at the pork stall, Lu Qiqi called out to Boss Zhu.

By this time, the meat vendors had long since dispersed, leaving only a few scattered pedestrians. When Boss Zhu saw that it was Lu Qiqi, his dimples became even more pronounced as he smiled.

Mr. Zhu said, “Miss Lu, you are truly a reincarnation of the God of Wealth. You only placed your order with me a few days ago, and several other people have already placed orders with me. However, I always do business with integrity. I will give you priority in signing the contract and I will not go against your word.”

When Lu Qiqi saw the newly opened spicy noodle stalls across the street this morning, she understood why. It was worth it for her to plan ahead, sign the contract, and write down her right of first refusal.

Lu Qiqi smiled and said, "Boss Zhu, is it alright if I order more pork and pork bones in a few days?"

Mr. Zhu was naturally happy to receive more orders. He said, "Sure, any amount is fine. Don't underestimate my small shop; there are several other shops behind it that belong to my family."

Lu Qiqi was surprised that Boss Zhu had a branch. She smiled and said, "As long as it satisfies my needs, that's fine." She added, "Then weigh out another ten catties of pork belly for me today."

Lu Qiqi was planning to make new dishes, feeling as if a pile of silver was beckoning to her, just like a manor villa was about to rise from the ground.