"Honey, shall we try it and see how it tastes?!"
The husband supporting his wife had a handsome face and wore a long blue robe, looking like a scholar traveling.
Honey Girl, with her beautiful face and slender figure, said softly, "Brother Cheng, this spicy noodle looks really spicy. What if you get a stomachache after eating it?"
Hearing Mi Niang's concerns, Lu Qiqi smiled and said, "Madam, we not only have spicy noodles, but also pork bone noodles. It's only two coins a bowl, clean and hygienic, and the ingredients are plentiful. The spicy noodles are fragrant and spicy, while the pork bone noodles are delicious and good for the stomach."
Upon hearing that there was something non-spicy, Mi Niang smiled and said, "Then please give us a bowl of spicy noodles and a bowl of pork bone noodles."
This was the first order of the day. Lu Qiqi called people inside to prepare it, and then shouted, "One bowl of spicy noodles, one bowl of pork bone noodles."
Upon seeing business, Liu Tong's previous worry vanished, and he immediately began preparing the noodles.
Lu Qiqi's simple line drawing poster attracted a lot of attention. Not only were the paintings on the rice paper mouthwatering, but people were also interested in Lu Qiqi's promise that if the painting didn't match the picture, she wouldn't charge a penny.
In no time, it attracted a lot of customers to sit down and eat noodles. Most of them wanted to see if it really looked as appealing as the picture showed.
Zhu Zi placed two bowls of noodles on the table. The man who was called "Brother" looked down at the noodles in the large bowl and laughed, "Your stall is really interesting. You're hawking your wares with a picture outside. And these noodles are just like what that little girl outside said. The picture and the noodles are exactly the same. Whatever the picture looks like, this is exactly what the noodles look like."
Zhu Zi said, "Our noodles not only look good, but they also taste great. Please try them."
Cheng nodded, and Zhu went to greet the other guests.
When Mi Niang saw Cheng Ge place the spicy noodles in front of him, she said worriedly, "You can only have one bite of this spicy noodles. The pancake stall we went to yesterday must not be clean. Your stomach can't take any more of this."
Brother Cheng smiled and nodded, then lowered his head to taste a mouthful of noodles, savoring it carefully. Suddenly, it was as if a glimmer of light flashed in his mind.
Seeing the light in his eyes, Mi Niang took another sip of soup. Just as she was about to complain that he wouldn't listen to her advice, she heard Cheng Ge say, "Mi Niang, you should try it too. The noodles are chewy and refreshing, and the soup is numbing, spicy, and fresh. It has a rich flavor and an unforgettable aftertaste."
Honeybee laughed, "Is it really as good as you say? There aren't many things that you, with your phoenix tongue, would praise as delicious!"
While urging Mi Niang to try it, Cheng Ge also tasted the non-spicy pork bone noodles. He secretly gave it a score in his mind. Although the pork bone noodles were more delicious than ordinary soup noodles, it was not difficult to make the soup if you were willing to put in the effort.
With the spicy noodles as a benchmark, he found the pork bone soup less impressive.
Lu Qiqi's throat was dry from shouting. She didn't get as much business as the stall across the street, but it was still much better than before when the place was deserted. She handed the poster to Dunzi and asked him to continue shouting, while she went into her stall to drink some water and rest.
Lu Qiqi estimated today's sales. Compared to the low-profit, high-volume marketing model of the other side of the street, which sells bowls for five coins a day, her business model of ensuring quality and quantity without compromising standards resulted in a much higher daily profit.
She was quite satisfied with this, and it wasn't in vain that she had worked so hard shouting her way to sell on the street.
Seeing that Mi Niang and the others had finished eating, Lu Qiqi placed four large coins on the table and went over to ask them if they were satisfied with the noodles, as if she were conducting a market survey.
Yuan Chengyi spoke up before Lu Qiqi could, "Young lady, your family's noodles are absolutely amazing!"
Lu Qiqi didn't expect to receive such high praise. She no longer needed to do this market research; the scholar in front of her had already given her a perfect score.
Lu Qiqi smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it."
Yuan Chengyi glanced at the painting that Dunzi was holding and said to Lu Qiqi, "Miss, do you have any brush and ink? I would like to write a few words for your family's spicy noodles."
Lu Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized that all he wanted was a positive review!
Of course you can!
She said, "Of course."
Zhu Zi quickly tidied the table. Lu Qiqi spread out Xuan paper and picked up the pebbles she had just used to continue using them as paperweights. Yuan Chengyi raised an eyebrow, finding it novel, but didn't say anything and picked up his brush to write.
Spicy and refreshing, surpassing even the finest delicacies. —Mr. Yuancheng
Yuan Chengyi's calligraphy is powerful and distinctive.
Lu Qiqi looked at the words and pondered for a moment. She knew that ordinary people would not write such comments and leave their names. She guessed that this person might be an ancient gourmet.
With this bold idea in mind, Lu Qiqi said, "Sir, please wait a moment. Would you be so kind as to leave your calligraphy on my painting?"
Yuan Chengyi, recalling a mouthwatering painting, smiled and said, "Okay."
As soon as Lu Qiqi heard the reply that it was okay, she ran out and brought back the poster.
Yuan Chengyi also wrote a few words next to the bowl of noodles in the painting.
Lu Qiqi thanked him, and then noticed Yuan Chengyi's expression and the way he kept rubbing his stomach. Only then did she realize that it wasn't him supporting the lady, but rather the lady supporting him.
Lu Qiqi asked, "I wonder if you have an upset stomach, sir?"
Mi Niang and Yuan Chengyi were both taken aback. They had never imagined that a peasant girl who sold noodles would know medicine, but their upbringing and manners did not allow them to say anything they shouldn't.
Mi Niang said, "A few days ago, my husband ate something bad and his stomach was indeed a little uncomfortable. You have a good eye, young lady."
Lu Qiqi smiled and said, "Since you have gifted me your calligraphy, I will also give you a prescription in return. Just three prescriptions will cure your illness, but you must abstain from certain foods for the time being. Avoid fragrant, spicy, icy, and alcoholic foods, and drink boiled water."
Mi Niang took the prescription from Lu Qiqi, her beautiful handwriting reaching her eyes. She looked up at Lu Qiqi in disbelief.
In Mi Niang's opinion, Lu Qiqi was fair-skinned and good-looking, dressed in coarse cloth. Looking at the handwriting on the prescription, it was hard to believe that a country girl could write such a thing. It was too incongruous.
Lu Qiqi assumed the other party didn't believe she knew medicine, and since it was just an exchange, she didn't intend to offer any further explanation.
After the two left, the noodle stall's business gradually recovered, and many customers who had tried the spicy noodles came back to buy more.
When Liu Tong learned that the customer was a repeat customer, he couldn't stop smiling. He loved it when people recognized his skills, even though the noodle recipe came from Lu Qiqi.
Lu Qiqi looked at the spicy noodle stall across the street, which was packed with people, and thought to herself about adding some new dishes.
She previously mentioned that she had a way to take the business to the next level, including plans to add new food items, otherwise relying solely on posters and advertising to attract business would be far from enough.
Lu Qiqi thought that as long as they continued to be the first to try something new, she didn't believe the other party could learn everything.
Even if she were to imitate her, she wouldn't be afraid. She came from a place where delicious food was abundant, and she had tasted far more than just one or two delicacies. If she were to write them all down, even three pages wouldn't be enough for her to memorize them.
Furthermore, her target customers won't always be the businessmen doing business in this West Market, or the passersby and pedestrians.
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