"Hello, Uncle!" Su Hua greeted the wonton stall owner with a smile.

He then pointed to a basket of skewers that the Su brothers had unloaded from the car, "Well, we grew some vegetables at home that we couldn't finish eating, so we decided to set up a stall here to see if we could sell them and earn a few coins to buy some meat!"

Upon hearing this, the wonton stall owner couldn't help but look up and glance at the Su siblings.

Except for Su Hua, who was wearing a fine cotton dress, the three brothers were all dressed in coarse cloth, which had been washed until they were faded, with several patches on the cuffs and hems, clearly indicating that they were from a poor family.

As for the oxcart behind them, it was probably borrowed by someone from the same village.

Seeing the four of them carrying baskets of things, which they were about to pile directly on the old steamed bun stall.

The stall owner quickly spoke up to stop them, "Oh my goodness! We can't be so unscrupulous in doing business!"

There was an incident at this steamed bun stall not long ago; everyone would avoid it.

You guys are something else, just charging straight at me!

If you want to set up a stall, I can move my wonton stall a little to the side, and you can set it up here.

Su Hua raised an eyebrow; the old stall owner was indeed a kind person.

However, their mala tang stall takes up quite a bit of space, so they can't really take up someone else's stall.

Immediately, she smiled and waved her hand to politely decline, "Thank you, Uncle! If any customers see my stall and turn around and run away, I'll definitely come and ask you for help, without hesitation!"

"Hey." Seeing this, the old stall owner didn't say anything more. Anyway, he would know everything after class.

After all, when the steamed bun shop closed down, several vendors from the alleys moved over, wanting to do business with the students of this school.

Unexpectedly, the students, upon seeing the steamed buns at the stall, didn't even glance at them and simply turned around and left.

It looks novel that the siblings are using bamboo skewers to skewer vegetables, but these days the school business is getting harder and harder, and selling these large baskets of vegetables is no easy task!

Nearby, the owners of the noodle stall, mutton soup stall, and pie stall all sighed and shook their heads when they saw what the Su siblings were doing.

They had already started looking for a good place in the county to move to.

This family, on the other hand, acted like reckless fools and rushed in headfirst.

Bringing thirty or forty pounds of vegetables at a time is not practical. If you live far away, the vegetables will wilt and become unusable after being dragged back and forth. It would be more reliable to just keep them to feed the chickens and ducks at home.

At least, you can still see a few eggs.

Going here will only mean wasting your time!

For Su Hua, whose five senses were becoming increasingly acute, these glances and hushed conversations were like magnified versions playing in her ears and before her eyes, but she didn't take them to heart.

If you want to do business and make money, you must take risks.

To reap huge profits, you must bear corresponding risks.

This rule applies in any era.

Malatang is not like flavorful snails, which only need a little bit of unburnt charcoal to keep it warm. Instead, it needs to boil continuously. Therefore, from the moment she decided to start a Malatang business, Su Hua asked Su Dahu to take care of the stove.

Su Dahu was meticulous, and in just a few days, he actually managed to build it up using yellow mud and scrap iron.

The stove was about a size larger than a regular wooden barrel, with a wide opening at the top, which allowed the heat to be distributed effectively.

Set up the stove, place the iron pot on it, and pour in the thick, white bone broth.

Heat the bone broth over high heat until it boils, then add the stir-fried mala tang base.

Su Hua glanced at the sky and estimated that in about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the school should be closing at noon.

Then, place the pork intestines, pork stomach, pork heart, pork lungs, pork, and fried tofu puff skewers, which are not easy to cook, on the side of the pot.

For her, the most inconvenient thing here is confirming the time. There are no clocks, and the village doesn't have a sundial or anything like that. Usually, she can only guess the time based on the sky.

The rising steam from the stove carried the aroma of spicy and savory food far and wide.

The wonton stall owner's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly ran over to stand aside and look. "My goodness, what kind of skewers are these? How can the aroma be so strong? Just smelling them makes my mouth water!"

The noodle stall owners, mutton soup stall owners, and pie stall owners who had been sighing earlier rushed over.

His eyes were fixed intently on the bubbling soup pot.

Seeing the group of grown men crowding over, Su Erhu immediately smiled and took over the conversation, introducing them loudly:

"This is called Mala Tang, a new food that my younger sister came up with herself!"

These spicy hot pot skewers are divided into meat and vegetable categories. The pork skewers, offal skewers, and fried skewers in this pot are all two copper coins each. As for the cabbage, cilantro, bok choy, and mushroom skewers on the side, they are all one copper coin each!

One bite and the fresh, savory, and stimulating flavor is so delicious it'll make your tongue feel like it's about to melt!

Today is the grand opening of our Mala Tang restaurant! Buy five skewers and get one free! Want to try a few?

Since get out of class hasn't ended yet, doing business with a few stall owners would be a great job!

Upon hearing this, the vendors exclaimed in surprise, "These pork offal skewers cost two copper coins a skewer, and a few small pieces of vegetables cost one copper coin a skewer! Young man, aren't you overcharging?"

They could understand that the pork skewers cost two coins each.

After all, pork in this county town sells for 20 coins per catty, and each of their pork skewers has six pieces of meat, and each piece is not small, so charging 2 coins is reasonable.

But this damn pig offal is something even dogs find smelly.

They not only got them to sell, but they even sold them for two copper coins a string.

Also, those skewers of green vegetables, which are less than half the size of a little child's palm, are still just green vegetables no matter how many there are.

Vegetables cost one cent per pound and you still have to rush to sell them.

But the price these siblings quoted was practically robbery!

Su Erhu's smile remained unchanged. "When we sell things, we can't just look at the cost price of one item!"

This spicy hot pot broth is a secret recipe from my sister's school. It's made by carefully simmering dozens of medicinal herbs, and the cost is several times higher than that of pork.

These days, selling a bunch of them for a couple of coins doesn't really make much money!

Moreover, this spicy hot pot not only smells delicious, but just one or two skewers leave a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth, a soothing sensation in your internal organs, and a feeling of complete well-being throughout your body!

Su Sanhu nodded repeatedly, "Just look at us four siblings, and you'll know that any man who eats this spicy hot pot will become handsome! Any woman who eats this spicy hot pot will become beautiful!"

Su Dahu silently stirred the soup base with a spatula.

The deliciousness of the bone broth and the numbing aroma of the soup base spread far and wide.

The wonton stall owner was the first to be unable to resist.

"Quick, I want a skewer of pork and a skewer of these tofu puffs to try!"

He dared not touch the offal, but the pork was perfectly edible.

Moreover, although he had never heard of this soy puff before, just watching it bubbling in the pot, soaked in fiery red broth, made his mouth water uncontrollably.