"Wait a while, before the African swine fever outbreak, try my family's cold noodles. The capital my family started with was from these seemingly insignificant bowls of cold noodles."
"Okay, give me two portions."
"Two eggs, please."
The Chen family's stall has already made a name for itself.
Many people, even if they haven't tasted it, have seen its smooth, bouncy dough, milky white in texture, like clouds in the sky. Add some oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, and your mouth will water.
"Come on, give me another one."
As Chen Xian watched the customers constantly asking for more bowls, he suddenly realized something.
"I'm so stupid."
He used to sell to poor people at high prices.
For example, when he first started repairing the city wall, the workers there could only earn twenty or thirty coins a day, and they were exhausted.
A serving of his cold noodles costs several coins, as does his eggs; poor families simply can't afford them.
On the food street side, many people buy a serving of braised pork for twenty coins without batting an eye.
It's considered an affluent area.
No matter the era or the country, there are always rich and poor people.
The gap between the rich and the poor is unimaginable.
Many young students easily spend one or two thousand yuan on game skins and Air Jordan shoes.
For many young, impoverished students, they thought AJ was a playing card.
The Chen family's business was doing well; they sold out almost everything by noon.
Chen Xian led the three back to the house and introduced them to Liu Quan's family.
He then went to his study.
There's still one thing I haven't done.
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