The dishes they sell are not served in single plates like in restaurants, so the portion size of each dish is actually not very large.
Looking at it, Yuan Hua felt it resembled the "small bowl dishes" or "ten-yuan boxed lunches at construction sites" of later generations.
However, considering that we ate so much food and the two of us spent less than ten coins, we still felt it was a great deal.
The food was decent, just typical home-style cooking.
For someone who has never studied cooking or seriously researched cooking, the most they can do is distinguish between saltiness and blandness, which is about the same as Ah Mian's cooking skills.
Meng Chijian disagreed, saying, "Then your cooking is still better."
Ah Mian said helplessly, "When my mother was still alive, she taught us how to cook. If we had lard, we would add some lard and stir-fry any vegetables or eggs, then add salt; if we didn't have any, we would add some vegetable oil. As for meat dishes... we didn't eat meat very often throughout the year, so if we did, we would just cut it into pieces, blanch it in hot water, stir-fry it, and then add salt. All the dishes were roughly cooked the same way. But later, when I started cooking for myself, sometimes I would suddenly decide how to cook it."
As they were talking, some people saw that they had bought some, and it seemed that it was really inexpensive and there were a lot of vegetables, so a few more people bought some as well.
Lu Weiwei immediately shook off her listlessness and got busy.
He then casually remarked, "What's so difficult about doing business? I think it's incredibly difficult."
Lu Amian and Meng Chijian exchanged a glance, and neither of them wanted to argue anymore.
It is nothing more than—
If she continues selling in this way, the better Lu Weiwei's business becomes, the more money she will lose.
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