"Without even a piece of meat, where do you get the courage to sell it for five coins?"

"Our spicy soup does contain meat, but it's just too dark to see," Grandma Ye said anxiously.

The guests, however, did not believe it.

Even the plump aunt next door laughed. A bowl of porridge for five coins? How dare they not fly to the moon? What fool would buy such a thing!

"Sir, come over here. A bowl of brown rice porridge is two coins, made from this year's new rice. Steamed buns are one coin each, and meat buns are two coins each."

Seeing that the pedestrians were about to be called away by Auntie Pang, Old Lady Ye and her sister Ye Jin'er looked anxious.

Ye Caiping, however, calmly picked up a long spoon and stirred it continuously in the hot and sour soup, instantly releasing its unique and domineering aroma.

"Ah, it smells so good!"

"What kind of fragrance is this? I've never smelled it before."

In this era, there are no big ingredients, so this aroma is far too stimulating for them.

The guests who were about to leave paused, all looking at the large barrel, their mouths watering. The aroma alone was enough to make them want to try it.

"But it's too expensive, it costs five coins..."

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

"It's only five coins, right? Consider it a bowl of wontons. I'll have one."

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

Ye Caiping immediately scooped out a small bowl: "Do you want scallions? Do you want it spicy? Do you like it sour?"

The old man was surprised to find he had a choice: "I want scallions, a little bit spicy, and not sour."

Ye Caiping deftly sprinkled on some chopped green onions and scooped up half a spoonful of chili oil: "This is a five-cent gift."

The old man put down five coins, picked up his bowl of spicy soup, and sat down.