Lao Mo narrowed his eyes.
Just from the noodle soup and wide noodles, he earned almost a month's income?!
He sells meat!
Lao Mo couldn't help but ask, "...Noodle dumpling soup is five Xijuan coins a bowl, and wide noodles are ten Xijuan coins a bowl. How many bowls did you sell today?! Can you handle it all by yourself?"
Xia Chujian wrote embarrassedly.
[Xia Chujian]: I sell noodle dumpling soup for fifty Xijuan coins a bowl, and wide noodles for fifty-five Xijuan coins a bowl. I was wondering why the wide noodles cost far more than the noodle dumpling soup...
It turned out that she had set the price of the lasagna too low.
Of course, it is equivalent to the market price.
Lao Mo was shocked!
This girl was sold for ten times the price!
The key is that she sold them all!
This is almost more expensive than the lower-grade meat in the market, and on par with the middle-grade meat...
But the problem is that the raw materials for dumplings and wide noodles are just wheat flour!
Old Mo looked at Xia Chujian suspiciously and couldn't help asking, "...Miss Hua, is this really the money you earned from selling noodle soup and wide noodles? It's not like I, your uncle Mo, haven't eaten this kind of thing before."
"It's not that Uncle Mo looks down on you, but no matter how delicious this thing is, can it be as delicious as meat?!"
“Normally, meat can’t be sold at this price!”
He pointed to the low-quality meat on the chopping board.
Xia Chujian smiled and wrote on the whiteboard: Uncle Mo, if you don’t believe me, I will make you a bowl of wide noodles right now.
[Xia Chujian]: If you have any unwanted meat scraps, I can use the meat to make noodle soup.
Lao Mo immediately said, "Make it! Make it for you, Uncle Mo!"
"If it's really that delicious, I'll use your Uncle Mo's meat to make soup for you. I'll sell a bowl for 100 Xijuan coins!"
When Lao Mo said this, he was actually joking.
He watched Xia Chujian prepare the wide noodles in an orderly manner and put some meat scraps into the pot to boil, but he was still very skeptical.
But when Xia Chujian finally opened the lid of the pot of boiling broth and put in a handful of green vegetables, the aroma that hit him in the face almost made him cry!
Is this the taste of those leftovers?!
If scraps can be made to taste like this, he can sell them for the price of premium meat!
When Xia Chujian opened the lid of the pot of wide noodles, the wheat aroma coming out from inside immediately neutralized the overbearing and rich taste of the broth, making it neutral and peaceful, but surprisingly made his eager taste buds more soothing and nourishing.
Before he even put it in his mouth, he felt as drunk as if he had drunk fine wine.
Just as Lao Mo picked up the bowl of wide noodles like a sleepwalker, picked up the first handful of wide noodles with chopsticks and was about to put it into his mouth, a man rushed into the room.
The man yelled, "What's that smell?! What's that smell?! What the hell are you eating, you Mexican?! You can't eat alone!"
Lao Mo looked up blankly and saw a middle-aged man in a white short shirt standing in front of him, staring at the wide noodles in his bowl with salivating eyes.
"Ah? Eating noodles?! Can noodles taste like this?! Old Mo, don't try to trick me, I want to taste it myself!"
As he spoke, the man skillfully took the bowl of noodles from the old Mexican and even took away the wide noodles before he could put the chopsticks into his mouth.
Chi!
The man slurped the wide noodles into his mouth.
The next moment, the man was stunned.
But he continued chewing in his mouth, making a grunting sound.
He devoured the bowl of wide noodles in the blink of an eye and drank up all the soup.
Of course, Xia Chujian didn’t eat much wide noodles that night.
It’s about the amount of seven or eight chopsticks.
The man was still not satisfied after finishing his meal. He glared at Lao Mo and said, "Lao Mo, where did you buy these wide noodles?! Hurry up and give me the location of your shop!"
Lao Mo glanced at Xia Chujian.
Xia Chujian nodded at him.
Lao Mo said, "It's this girl's shop, called Xiaoxin Food Shop. It's a small shop on the restaurant street, near the Royal City Legion Command Center."
The middle-aged man looked suspiciously between Xia Chujian and Lao Mo.
"Next to the Royal City Legion Command Center? I've been to the restaurant street, but I've never seen any shops there!"
Lao Mo smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes! It just opened today!"
"I lent her some money to open her shop. She made some money today and came to pay me back. She also made me some lasagna, but you ate a bowl of it..."
Xia Chujian served Lao Mo another bowl of wide noodles and poured soup on it.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately believed it and said with his eyes wide open: "Boss, give me a bowl too! I can pay for it!"
Xia Chujian smiled and served him a bowl, then shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to pay.
This time, the middle-aged man chewed slowly and savored the delicious taste.
Lao Mo smiled and ate all the wide noodles, not even leaving any soup. He wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "Okay, Miss Hua, I will provide you with this meat from now on. I don't want you to pay a high price. It's just the leftovers I have here. I'll give it all to you. Ten Xijuan coins per pound. How about it?"
Xia Chujian thought that if she had meat to make soup, she could sell a bowl of her wide noodles for a hundred Xijuan coins.
She didn't want to sell too many bowls every day, so just fifty bowls of noodle dumpling soup and fifty bowls of wide noodles, and that was it.
The rest of the time, you can do your own things.
Xia Chujian nodded and wrote on the small whiteboard.
[Xia Chujian]: Okay, thank you Uncle Mo!
The middle-aged man looked at them eagerly and said, "Old Mo, you are so cruel! You want to sell those meat scraps for ten Xijuan coins per pound, why don't you just rob them?!"
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