By noon, the crowds had gradually thinned out, and several people were already exhausted.
Mao was both happy and worried.
She was happy that she had business, but she was worried that with so many people coming every day, she wouldn't be able to handle it herself. She told her daughter about her concerns.
"Mom, you're overthinking it. If this were in the capital, it would probably be as popular as it is today every day, but here, it's just for the novelty. Some people are willing to spend money today. There won't be so many people in the future. I can handle it by myself from now on."
Mao shook his head:
"You can't just go out alone. I'll accompany you every day from now on. Let your aunt stay at home with Mo'er."
Ye Erniang continued:
"Let me accompany her! There are people watching over the store now. I have nothing to do."
"But, sister, you still embroider every day."
This is indeed a problem. Wen Xi thought about it:
"I plan to put it out every day around sunset starting tomorrow. Anyway, this thing can't be eaten as a meal. Only those who are well-off can buy it. And it's hot during the day, and the skewers will easily go bad if left out."
Mao frowned:
"This, the average stall closes when the sun sets. Who would buy from you then?"
Ye Erniang actually agreed with Wen Xi's idea. While the suffering people would go home that night, the county town still had a nightlife. The young masters and young ladies from wealthy families would come out to play in the various restaurants and markets.
Wen Xi didn't know how to explain the night market barbecue to them. She just glossed over it and said she would see what happened next.
Seeing that there was still fire in the oven, Wen Xi grabbed a few more skewers of meat and put them in.
Xiang Ye was puzzled.
"Xi'er, it's noon, there probably aren't many people here, why are you grilling so much?"
"We haven't eaten yet! Oh, Mom, go buy some sesame cakes! We can make do with that for lunch."
Ye Erniang waved her hand:
"What's the use of making do? I'm going back to cook. It's so convenient to be so close to the shop."
"No, Master."
Wen Xi threw down the skewers and grabbed Ye Erniang, who was about to leave. He looked at her with an embarrassed expression.
I don’t know how to explain it, even if I make it myself, it’s still better than my master’s craftsmanship?
"Hey, Master, it's not just something, it's delicious food. I can make delicious food. Oh, Master, go get some water so we can drink it with our meal."
Ye Erniang reluctantly left with confusion.
Mao was used to listening to her daughter. She stood up and went to buy some pancakes.
After buying the sesame seed buns and preparing the meat skewers, Wen Xi cut each sesame seed bun in half and placed the meat skewers inside. A simple and delicious roujiamo (Chinese roujiamo) was ready.
Several people each held a sesame bun filled with mutton and ate quite a filling meal.
Because there wasn't enough chili pepper, Wen Xi only ground a small amount into the barbecue. Everyone could taste the spiciness, but it was very mild, so they adapted well. It even whetted their appetites.
If business is good in the morning, then business in the afternoon can definitely be described as a roaring start.
Normally, people would come out one after another after lunch.
But everyone had just finished their meal, so the mutton kebab business was definitely slow. It wasn't until sunset, when the group was about to pack up and go home, that they finally got some business. And it was all from the generous types.
It was then that Mao thought of the feasibility of setting up a stall every evening.
There were many customers, but the skewers were gone. Many left with regret. Wen Xi repeatedly promised that there would be more tomorrow.
After leaving the embroidery shop, they went to the place where the sheep were sold.
Mao walked over with a smile:
"Master Qin hasn't closed his stall yet?"
A thin old man sat under the shade of a tree, next to a sheep pen that looked like a makeshift wooden enclosure. There were about ten sheep lying scattered in the pen.
The old man looked towards the voice and said with a smile:
"Hey, is that you, Madam Mao? Are you here to kill sheep again today? It's getting dark now, so it's not easy to kill."
Mao had been here several times, so the two of them were quite familiar with each other.
"No, Master Qin, I remember last time you said your village is not far from Kongshan Village, so I was wondering if you could send half a sheep to my house every morning."
Old Man Qin lowered his head and thought for a while before saying:
"It wouldn't be much trouble to deliver it. I have plenty of people at home, so I can just slaughter it in the morning and send it over. But it's a bit troublesome to sell half a sheep every day. It's hot, so I'll give you half and sell the other half myself. People don't like to eat mutton in hot weather, I'm afraid..."
Mao understood the old man's concerns. Not everyone has that thing for their daughter. If the meat can't be sold in hot weather, it will go bad.
Wen Xi leaned over and whispered something in Mao's ear.
Mao replied:
"Master Qin is right. How about this? Can you send a whole sheep to my house every two days?"
"Okay, okay, that's fine." Old man Qin smiled, revealing his many missing teeth.
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