A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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Thanks to his excellent queuing skills, the young man successfully snagged two freshly baked sweet potato wrappers.
Having learned his lesson from being robbed by the boss earlier, he wisely chose to finish his meal before going back.
I ate too fast and choked a little.
Lin Wanyue saw this and poured him a bowl of water from her small water bottle and brought it to him.
"Hey, eat slowly."
The young waiter was choking and didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the bowl and gulped down two big mouthfuls before finally swallowing the roasted sweet potato skin stuck in his throat.
"Hehe, thank you so much, little sister! I'll come back for more tomorrow!" The waiter chuckled as he returned the remaining bag of roasted sweet potato noodles to his boss.
Okay.
Lin Wanyue watched the young waiter's departing figure, her little mind still racing with thoughts.
The little pink butterfly had already floated in front of her, its slender, beautiful fingers outstretched: "Any new milk tea options for today?"
She had just done Lin Wanyue a great favor by driving away those thugs who had come specifically to cause trouble.
Wanting a cup of the new milk tea isn't too much to ask, is it?
"..."
Lin Wanyue stroked her chin, deep in thought.
Just by looking at the long queue at the door, you can tell that their roasted sweet potato skins are selling well and are very popular.
If you could sell drinks while selling roasted sweet potato noodles, customers would definitely be willing to buy some as well, and you could make more money that way!
But what should we sell?
Upon hearing Little Pink Butterfly mention milk tea, Lin Wanyue immediately thought of it.
Milk tea tastes good, and people of all ages love it.
However, while Liu Junlan and Lin Weiming were busy working and didn't have time to pay attention to her, Lin Wanyue went to the backyard, secretly took a cup of green grape flavored milk tea and handed it to Xiao Fendie. She quickly changed her mind.
Milk and tea were not cheap in this era. Even if Lin Wanyue could take them out from her spatial storage, most people in the city couldn't afford them, so it wasn't suitable for their business model of low profit and high volume.
In fact, selling roasted sweet potato skins is not considered low-profit, high-volume business; it's quite profitable.
After racking her brains for a while, Lin Wanyue finally came up with a substitute for milk tea.
Soy milk!
There are many tofu stalls in the county town, and there is also a tofu seller who is about twenty years old. She is fair-skinned and beautiful and is known as the "Tofu Beauty".
Lin Wanyue didn't know if every county town had a tofu beauty, but this woman was indeed quite pretty.
Lin Weiming and his group were doing business for the first time and didn't have much experience. In just one morning, they used up all the sweet potato peels they had prepared the day before.
The pickled radishes and sauerkraut we brought were also used up.
Liu Junlan then asked Lin Weiming to clean the oven for roasting sweet potato skins, and went to the well in the backyard to fetch some water to wash all the pots, pans and utensils used.
The entire shop was tidied up and cleaned. Seeing that it was almost lunchtime, Liu Junlan carried Lin Wanyue home.
"No need, no need." Lin Wanyue quickly shook her head: "Grandma has worked hard today, Wanwan will walk back by herself."
"How about Daddy carries you on his back? You can give Daddy a neck massage then," Lin Weiming said with a smile.
Lin Wanyue glanced at her little paws and shook her head even faster: "No."
"Stop teasing the child, or you'll tire out my Wanwan." Liu Junlan took Lin Wanyue's small hand and led her home.
The food at home was already cooked. Seeing that the three of them had returned early, Xuefu asked curiously, "Why are you back so early? Did they not like the food?"
"No, it's just that everyone loves it so much that what we brought isn't enough. It seems we'll have to steam a lot more sweet potato noodles tonight." Lin Weiming said happily, taking out all the copper coins he had received that day from his pocket and placing them on the table.
The three children immediately ran over excitedly, volunteering to help count the money.
Lin Wanyue poured herself a cup of tea, gulped down a large bowl, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Why is Wanwan drinking so much water? Did you eat too much salt?" Xuefu noticed that Lin Wanyue had drunk so much water that her tummy was bulging. Worried that she was uncomfortable, she reached out to rub it for her.
"Hehe." Lin Wanyue hugged Xuefu's neck and said, "Mom, I ate several, and they were a little salty. If only our family could sell soy milk, then I could drink sweet soy milk."
A perpetual motion machine of salty and sweet.
If your family could sell both sour, salty, and spicy roasted sweet potato noodles and sweet soy milk, the sales volume would be much more than just one plus one equals two!
"Okay," Xuefu said with a smile, "Then I'll go buy some soy milk tomorrow for Wanwan, okay?"
"Mom, you're so kind. Is it difficult to make soy milk? I think if I like to drink it, then others will definitely like to drink it too!" Lin Wanyue said confidently.
Looking at her soft little face, Xuefu couldn't help but reach out and touch it, smiling as she replied, "Of course, Wanwan likes to eat delicious food, so of course others like to eat it too."
The speaker meant something, and the listener took it to heart.
When Liu Junlan heard Lin Wanyue encouraging Xuefu to sell soy milk in the shop, she immediately understood what Lin Wanyue meant and said, "Making soy milk is not difficult. You just need to soak the soybeans the day before, grind them in the morning, and boil them to drink. But we don't have a stone mill at home, so if there are many customers, we don't have enough manpower."
Lin Wanyue held her face in her hands and sighed, "Sigh, they can't drink sweet soy milk, and we can't earn any money either."
"Little sister, our family has made some money, a lot of money!" Lin Zihan turned to Lin Wanyue and said, "My second brother and I have already counted out two hundred copper coins, and there are still so many left!"
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