"Sister Xia, this pudding is so delicious."

"Then let's try selling it."

Fresh and pretty things always attract attention. Xia Baozhu made twenty cups of pudding at noon, priced at one yuan per cup, and they sold out quickly.

Some of the children who had tried it cried and wanted to buy more, so San Gou had to make a trip to the food ingredients market and buy a large bag of gelatin sheets.

Xia Baozhu sold more than fifty cups of pudding in one afternoon.

This is because the pudding is cold. The room temperature wasn't high to begin with, and eating something cold might upset your stomach.

"Xia, get me two chicken wraps and a pound of boneless chicken feet."

After being instructed by Sun Xingyan to take care of the fried chicken shop, Fei Xuehai, the owner of the hotel upstairs, often came downstairs to buy food.

Fei Xuehai was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his belly was even bigger than San Gou's.

Even without Sun Xingyan saying it, he was among the first to try it out.

Moreover, he personally witnessed the production process and was very satisfied with the hygiene of the fried chicken shop.

Xia and San Gou are very hygienic in everything they do; bacteria from their hair, saliva, and hands will never end up in their food.

"What's this? You've got new products again today?" Fei Xuehai pointed to the pudding samples on the counter.

"This is a pudding made with orange juice and milk; it's a bit chilly."

"Give me a cup to try." Fei Xuehai sat down on the bench and started eating with the spoon provided in the store.

"Xia, you're so skillful! Everything you make tastes delicious. Get me another cup, I'll take it home for my husband to try."

Xia Baozhu accepted the praise with a smile. Those who don't know about food think it's difficult, but those who do find it very simple.

Pudding, for example, hadn't expected it to be so simple before she learned it.