"Okay, I admit I was selfish. I ate some food on my own outside. But I was hungry and wanted to bring some home, but I accidentally ate it all in one gulp."
Cheng Yue found an excuse for the original body and frankly admitted that she was selfish.
The original owner, Pang Ya, was a selfish fat person, and she had no psychological burden at all when she spoke about it.
"This spicy noodle is a snack made from soybeans. As for the taste, you can tell the taste the moment you hear it: spicy. This spicy noodle is not only spicy, but also very chewy, suitable for both young and old."
"Fish skin peanuts are a crispy snack made from peanuts and glutinous rice flour. They can also be eaten with alcohol."
"Spicy shredded pork, as the name suggests, is made of lean meat. It's very fragrant, spicy and delicious!"
Cheng Yue tried her best to use words that everyone involved could understand.
After all, her eldest brother's IQ is only that of a few years old.
"Dad, Mom, sister-in-law. We have almost all the ingredients I'm talking about at home, except for the seasoning. My idea is to take these things directly to the gambling house and sell them."
"Isn't spring plowing about to begin? Most people work diligently in the fields and wouldn't be willing to spend a little on snacks. So, we should sell these to those who have a little extra money and are not afraid to spend a little on snacks. There are plenty of such people in the gambling house."
"Of course, we can't just sell to the people in that gambling house. If anyone else wants to buy, we'll sell it to them too. But in the early stages, it's best to sell it next to the gambling house at the intersection."
"I don't know how much money I can make, because I don't know the cost of some things, like how much soybeans sell for. We'll discuss the price tomorrow when the finished product comes out. Anyway, if my prediction is correct, we can definitely sell as much as we make every day."
Cheng Yue said very confidently.
"Ayue, your idea is great. But can you guarantee that others will like the taste?"
Gu Xuelan took Cheng Yue's words to heart and was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
"That won't work. There are so many scoundrels in the gambling house. We..."
Jiang was very worried after Cheng Wen almost got arrested.
"Mom, in the eyes of others, your daughter is no different from those scoundrels."
Cheng Yue said with a smile.
"Ayue, don't say that about yourself!" Gu Xuelan glared at Cheng Yue, then looked at Cheng Shun and said, "Dad, why don't we let Ayue give it a try. We can make a decision after she finishes making the product tomorrow."
"Sometimes, even if it's a small business, as long as the food tastes good and the products can be sold out every day, once word of mouth spreads, you can really make money very quickly. Take those breakfast vendors in the city, for example, buns, steamed buns, and flower rolls. They sell them for two or three wen each, so they might only make a penny. But if they taste good and many people buy them, and they sell a thousand buns a day, they can make a thousand wen, or one tael of silver."
Gu Xuelan said again.
Her thinking is quite flexible and not so old-fashioned.
"But it's delicious! Fatty never even cooks at home, can you guarantee that her food is delicious?"
Cheng Shun still didn't want to.
"Dad! Can you please trust me just this once? If you don't think what I make tomorrow is good, I'll go farming with you and do whatever you ask me to do."
Cheng Yue was not angry.
After all, the original owner, Pang Ya, was really not that trustworthy.
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