Finally, Manager Han, being wealthy and powerful, signed a contract with Qingyun Tower for 140 coins.
Manager Feng cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations."
Shopkeeper Han chuckled: "I also wanted to expand the types of books. The sales of folk tales are really tempting. At first, I didn't care, but seeing how well the Rainforest Bookstore next door is doing, I also wanted to go in and get a share of the pie."
Manager Feng was extremely envious.
"That's Qingyunlou, everyone knows that. As a veteran in the industry, every book he writes is a hit."
Manager Han felt a vague unease.
"Don't set up a target. Qingyunlou is good in every way, except that he likes to stop updating or go off-script at will. This is not good for him. His reputation is polarized. Some people like him like crazy, while others despise him. Every time he whets the appetite of young people, but when the mystery is revealed, it is boring."
All I can say is that he's famous, and he has a big temper.
There are two sides to the story.
Uncle Fu was overjoyed.
"Shopkeeper, when will the second part of A Chinese Ghost Story be released? When will that young ghost girl be reincarnated as a human?"
"Shopkeeper, can you urge Mr. Liaozhai to finish reading this? Isn't it enough?"
"Shopkeeper, where does the ghost from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio stay? I want to know if the author hinted that the female ghost kills both good and bad people? Those scholars were innocent and fond of beautiful women, and they didn't do any murder or arson, right? It's too tragic that they were directly drained of their flesh and blood? It seems that this ghost is not a good person either."
A large group of young people came to urge for updates and complain.
Uncle Fu smiled and reassured everyone: "Please wait a moment, everyone. Mr. Liaozhai lives in the countryside, which is far away. I will personally ask him when he will start writing his new book later."
"The countryside, could it be the kind of reclusive hermit described in the books, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and gazing leisurely at the southern mountains?"
"He is truly a man of deep feeling; this kind of sentiment is beyond the comprehension of ordinary scholars."
"No wonder he could write about such desolate, absurd, and eerie ghosts."
Uncle Fu gave a strange smile.
You're overthinking it, young man. He's just a farmer, and life is tough for him.
It's all about making a living; there's no time for poetry.
It's about time I went to ask Brother Chen to hurry up with the manuscript.
On the other side, the Chen family followed the carriage to the city wall.
After a short rest, the men repairing the wall hurriedly found Chen's stall.
"Grandpa, you've finally arrived."
A young man approached Chen's stall and was very enthusiastic.
Chen Xian automatically ignored the term "young man".
The boy wore patched clothes, his bronze arms were exposed, and when he smiled, he revealed two white teeth.
He looks like he's at the age where he can eat and work hard, the kind of terrifying age where a half-grown boy can eat three to five pounds in one meal.
Chen Xian greeted them with a smile, "Come on in! Today we're offering rolled noodles and tea eggs."
"An egg costs three coins, two eggs cost five coins, and the price of rolled noodles and cold noodles is the same."
The young man hesitated; he only earned a little over twenty coins a day repairing the city wall.
The onlookers chimed in with their generosity, "Brother, could you roll up a dough ball and add an egg? I'll pay five coins."
Chen Xian nodded and chuckled, "Of course."
Then Chen Xian whispered to Erzhuzi, Liniang, and Shuangshuang to carefully watch how he operated the equipment.
Take out the dough sheet, and then ask if they want chili.
Next, use a spoon to spread the chili peppers evenly on the dough, and then sprinkle with cucumber shreds.
Crushed peanuts and chopped green vegetables were used as substitutes as there were no mung bean sprouts available.
Finally, add the gluten.
It's very simple.
Take the eggs out of the pot.
After the first person tried it, many onlookers began placing orders.
"So spicy!"
That was really exciting.
In short, amidst the lively crowd, many shouted, "No spice!"
Then the man, his face flushed with anger, took out his water bottle and gulped down a mouthful.
"Cool!"
"Everyone should try it. The bright red fruit inside their noodles is really delicious. Although it's pungent, it's very fragrant after the initial kick."
"good."
"I didn't order anything spicy, but their tea eggs are really delicious, they have a unique flavor, they're so fragrant."
More than an hour.
The vendors in the surrounding area were all incredibly envious.
The Chen family's noodle business was the best on the entire street.
We have plenty of manpower.
Four people worked at the same time for more than an hour, and only a few sheets of dough and a few eggs were left.
The old man making sesame seed cakes sighed repeatedly.
"Brother Chen, what exactly are these chilies you have? They look so familiar."
Chen Xian didn't hide it, after all, they had all seen it when he bought the red peppers.
I even tried to persuade him.
Chen Xian rolled up the leftover pancake for the old man, and also took an egg, and handed it over.
"Hey bro, wanna try some?"
The old man waved his hand, "Forget it, I'll just continue eating my family's flatbread. Your stuff costs five coins, enough to buy five flatbreads."
Chen Xian pushed it over, whetting the old man's appetite, and took out five cakes, handing them over.
“I’m not taking advantage of you. We’re all business people. Eggs sell for two coins each, and you only make one coin. It’s a small business, and you’re just earning a meager living.”
The old man's nephew, who was also from the same clan, was also craning his neck to watch when the conflict started.
The old man selling sesame cakes scolded, "Don't try to eat for free. Bring porridge in exchange, or pay me."
The man chuckled sheepishly and generously pulled out ten coins.
"Hey bro, two servings, please."
The man brought his wife and children over, and they also looked around curiously.
Chen Xian understood; there were only two portions.
Take it.
Make three portions quickly.
The man took it, paused for a moment, and waved his hand, saying, "It's not suitable..."
Chen Xian chuckled: "The last one, we'll call it a day once it's sold out."
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