The Promised Gourmet, You Actually Let Me Set Up a Stall to Sell Instant Noodles?

Zhou Yang transmigrated to a parallel world.

He also obtained a system called the 'Unconventional Gourmet'.

Thinking that having a system is better than not having one, he embra...

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Stir-fried Pebbles? What a culinary disaster!

"Don't worry about the money. I'll go to the bank this afternoon to transfer ten million to you, not a penny less!"

"It should arrive in your account by tomorrow night. Please check your account."

Zhou Yang stared at the screen, his heart pounding wildly, like he was holding a wild rabbit that had broken free of its reins.

Ten million!

This immense wealth and honor has finally come to Zhou Yang!

He suppressed his excitement and tried his best to remain calm.

With this money, his dream of buying a house in Jindu can finally come true!

Forget about old, dilapidated apartments and tenement buildings, step aside!

He'll buy a good location and a large apartment!

Two bedrooms aren't enough, three bedrooms are the minimum!

Zhou Yang felt his blood boiling, every cell in his body cheering with joy.

He could even imagine himself lying on the big bed in his new house, counting his money, laughing like a pig.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Zhou Yang took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions, and replied to Wang Miao: "You're welcome. I'm glad you think it's worth it."

Just after I sent the message, Wang Miao sent another one: "By the way, I heard from my dad today that you didn't go to sell instant noodles?"

"I didn't forbid you from selling them! Your instant noodles taste absolutely amazing, it would be a shame not to sell them!"

Their markets are different.

Wang Miao focuses on the high-end market, while Zhou Yang can reap the rewards from the market for ordinary people.

Zhou Yang scratched his head and replied, "I'm not selling instant noodles anymore, I've changed careers."

"Changed careers? What are you selling now? Something even tastier than instant noodles?"

Wang Miao's curiosity was instantly ignited, and she replied to the message immediately.

"Stir-fried pebbles is a traditional dish called 'suodiu'."

Zhou Yang answered truthfully.

"Stir-fried pebbles? Is it tasty?"

Wang Miao's focus is always on "eating".

Zhou Yang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile, and he replied, "We stir-fry pebbles, and the main thing is the broth. You can use the broth to mix with noodles; it's especially fragrant!"

"Pebbles? You can eat them?"

Wang Miao sent a series of question marks; her shock and curiosity could be felt even through the screen.

"I want to try some too! Where do you sell it? I'll come to support you tomorrow!"

"Sure, feel free to try it."

Zhou Yang readily agreed and sent over the address for the stall.

...

The next morning.

Taikoo Li, the most bustling commercial street in Jindu, is still teeming with people, exuding a fashionable atmosphere.

Xu Yao stood in front of her stall, but her eyes kept drifting to the empty space next to her, and a sense of loss welled up in her heart.

Her small cake stall was filled with exquisitely designed and colorful trendy cakes, but few people actually bought them.

In the entire morning, only three items were sold sporadically, barely enough to offset some of the costs.

"Sigh, business is getting harder and harder."

Xu Yao sighed softly, her delicate face filled with helplessness.

Zhou Yang used to have a stall next door. His instant noodle stall was incredibly popular, which also attracted a lot of customers to her small cake stall.

Some customers are attracted by the aroma of Zhou Yang's instant noodles. While queuing, they will also take a look at her small cakes. They find them cute and the prices acceptable, so they will buy a few to try.

But now that Zhou Yang is gone, her little stall has become completely deserted.

After deducting costs, you barely make any money at the end of the day.

If she weren't still doing a part-time job and relying on that meager income, she probably wouldn't even be able to make ends meet.

Xu Yao became increasingly frustrated. Listlessly, she took out her phone and aimlessly scrolled through short videos, trying to distract herself.

Suddenly, a local update caught my eye—it was posted by Zhou Yang!

The location is Populus euphratica Square, and the accompanying picture is a pot of steaming hot, fragrant...pebbles?

"Stir-fried pebbles? What kind of bizarre dish is this?"

Xu Yao's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with disbelief.

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things; they really were fried pebbles!

Is this edible?

Curiosity gnawed at her heart like a cat's claws, and Xu Yao could no longer sit still.

She quickly placed the QR code for payment in the most conspicuous position on the stall, and then took out a small blackboard, writing the names and prices of various small cakes in neat handwriting.

Then he put the small blackboard in front of the stall and left in a hurry.

"Anyway, there's hardly anyone around right now. Let's go see what Zhou Yang is up to."

As Xu Yao walked towards the subway station, she muttered to herself.

"Those who are willing to spend money to buy small cakes should be of relatively high quality and generally won't skip out on their bill, right? Even if someone does steal one, the loss won't be much."

Xu Yao sped along the subway to Populus euphratica Square. As soon as she exited the subway station, she was stunned by what she saw.

Zhou Yang's stall was surrounded by a huge crowd, so large that it was impossible to move.

The queue was incredibly long, like a winding dragon that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"My God, so many people?"

Xu Yao was so shocked that her mouth dropped open; she could hardly believe her eyes.

This is even more extravagant than when Zhou Yang sold instant noodles!

She stood on tiptoe, trying to look ahead, but could only see a throng of heads and strands of hair fluttering in the wind.

A strange fragrance forcefully entered her nostrils.

The sour, spicy, fresh, and fragrant flavors intertwined, instantly whetting her appetite.

"Gurgle..."

Xu Yao's stomach started growling uncontrollably, and she began to drool profusely.

She swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to rush forward, and obediently stood at the very back of the line.

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