Seeing that the old man didn’t bring a lunch box or anything, Nuan’s father gave him a large can for free.
"Uncle, my daughter said that at your age, it's better to eat a lighter diet. Although this hot and sour noodle tastes good, it's too oily. You should eat less when you're at your best."
The old man smiled when he heard this.
"You are such a person! When people are doing business, they are eager to trick others into buying more. Why do you keep reminding me to buy less?"
"You can make endless money, just earn it slowly, but if your conscience is corrupted, you can never get it back."
Nuan's father laughed generously, and the old man looked at Nuan's father with admiration in his eyes.
"Young man, work hard. Your future will be limitless!"
When Nuan's father heard this, the smile on his face became even bigger.
After watching the lively crowd for a long time, I became anxious when I saw that the two of them were chatting endlessly.
"I say, are you still selling? Come on, give me two bowls and put them in my lunch box."
The woman who spoke was a middle-aged woman. She'd just celebrated the Lunar New Year, and after days of eating leftovers, her grandchildren had lost interest in eating. She'd come to the black market specifically to try her luck and see if she could find something delicious for her two children. Seeing the fragrant hot and sour noodles in the large pot, her eyes lit up.
"Okay, I'll serve it to you right away. Please take it, sir. It's a little hot, so be careful when you leave."
After seeing the old man off, Nuan's father asked a few boys to cook hot and sour noodles. He sold most of the several large buckets of soaked potato noodles he brought with him in one morning.
In the end, there was only half a bucket left. Nuanba didn't sell it, but gave it to Goudan who had been helping out all morning.
Goudan refused to take it at first, but Nuanbao said that it was sour and spicy and appetizing. Goudan thought of his grandmother who had not eaten much recently, so he kept it.
Nuan's father returned to the village happily with his children.
Nuan Dad sent the children back home and went to his second grandfather's house with a bag of big unity.
Second Grandpa didn't expect that Nuanba and the others came back after staying in town for the whole morning, and thought that they were having trouble selling.
"San'er, it's okay if it's not selling well. It's only been a few days since the Lunar New Year, and every household is eating leftovers from the New Year's Eve dinner. People have become picky eaters, so it's normal for them to dislike vermicelli without vegetables or meat..."
"Uncle, you misunderstood. They're all sold out. Look, this is what we earned this morning."
Nuan's father took out a bag of colorful banknotes from his pocket, which made Second Grandpa's eyes almost pop out.
"Are these city dwellers so full that they're leaving all the good food and meat on the table and spending money on vermicelli?"
The corners of Nuan's father's mouth twitched violently.
"Look at what you said. Ordinary vermicelli noodles are definitely not going to sell well. Don't our vermicelli noodles have the special spices made by our Nuanbao? You didn't see that there are a lot of good things in them!"
Nuan's father had seen the Nuanbao seasoning package before, and when he saw her stuffing all kinds of expensive spices into the small gauze bag as if they were free, he felt heartbroken. However, when he later learned that the seasonings in the package could be grown in the space and sold by himself, he calmed down.
After hearing what Nuan's father said, Second Grandpa nodded in agreement.
"Nuanbao is doing the right thing. When doing business, we must sell genuine goods at fair prices. We can't learn from those bad-hearted people and engage in fraudulent activities."
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