"I want to eat noodles too. One bowl isn't enough. I can eat three bowls."

"I want to eat, count me in."

"Xiao Xie, if you don't let me eat this bowl of noodles today, I'll smash up your shop."

These people were all mahjong players who had come from the mahjong parlor next door. Although they had already eaten lunch, the aroma of the noodles had already captivated them, and they felt they could eat three more bowls.

The number of people eating noodles suddenly increased several times over, and Ye Zhongnan was worried because he only had such a big pot.

Xiaoxi noticed her second brother frowning and assumed he was tired from cooking noodles.

Anyway, I've already collected most of the luck points from that round, and it's not like I'm making money from it.

"Everyone in the mahjong parlor just finished a bowl. I don't believe they weren't full after such a big bowl. My brother is tired, let's close up shop."

Those who wanted a second bowl of noodles, along with those who hadn't even had any yet, were dumbfounded.

Why are you closing down your stall? You're going to kill them!

They all rushed forward, their eyes pleading, and wouldn't let go of the tricycle.

"Mr. Ye, please cook another pot."

"I apologize for anything I did wrong. I'm so sorry!"

Just moments ago, she was complaining about those old men who ate noodles for lunch, but now she's so upset she's bursting into tears.

They had lived most of their lives and had never begged anyone so humbly.

They were so anxious, as if they would die here today if they didn't eat this bowl of noodles.

Ye Zhongnan: "Everyone, my pot is too small, it can't cook noodles for so many people."

The old man surnamed Shen immediately wiped away his tears, "There's a shop in the market that sells large iron pots, let's go buy one now!"

Xiaoxi thought to herself, "What's the use of that big iron pot?"

This iron wok of mine is a magical tool. My cooking skills are undoubtedly top-notch, but only when paired with this iron wok can they achieve the best results.

Xiaoxi sighed and nestled by the iron pot, accidentally touching a few raised characters.

Feeling puzzled, she pretended to bend down to tie her shoelaces and looked up to see three ancient Chinese characters, "大中小" (big, medium, small), written on the outside of the pot.

Then, below each of the three characters is a raised section.

Could this be the button for adjusting the size of the iron pot?

She decided to give it a try, but there were so many people surrounding her now.

To avoid suspicion, Xiaoxi said, "Gentlemen, it's too much trouble to heat up the pot we bought before we can use it. I'll go back and get a bigger one!"

Wow, there's a big iron pot! Why didn't Mr. Ye bring it out sooner?

Ye Zhongnan was taken aback when he heard Xiaoxi say that, but Xiaoxi had her reasons.

He tacitly allowed Xiaoxi to ride the tricycle away.

Seeing that there weren't many ingredients left, Ye Zhongnan instructed Xu Yongfang to go to the market to buy noodles, tomatoes, broccoli, eggs, and other ingredients.

Xu Yongfang couldn't possibly carry that much by herself, so she called out in the group chat. The other five women, who had already eaten lunch, saw the message and knew that Mr. Ye needed them to do something.

They immediately ran out to gather, and then went to the market with Xu Yongfang to restock.

Xiaoxi quickly rode the tricycle back to the yard.

She couldn't wait to touch the edge of the iron pot with her hand and press the protrusion corresponding to the large size.

"Clang!" The iron pot trembled.

Suddenly it became as big as the giant iron pot in the canteen for a thousand people.

Xiaoxi was overjoyed.

She then looked at the soup pot and steamer that hadn't been taken out, and noticed that the outer edges of the pot had ancient characters and raised marks.

That's great, so the three-piece cast iron pot set can be called a magic weapon.

The tricycle was specially made by Xiaoxi's fifth brother, and it could fully support the enlarged iron pot.