There is also a wok for frying dough sticks. Han Xiao glanced around. Although there were not many items for the simple breakfast, it didn't matter. He could add more items later. Today was just a warm-up to see the purchasing power of the ancient working people.
Just like this, an inconspicuous breakfast shop quietly opened its doors, but the overbearing aroma kept entering the noses of passers-by.
Finally, someone couldn't help but come forward and ask, "Boss, are you selling tofu here? Give me a piece. My family hasn't had tofu in a long time since Old Li left."
Old Li was the previous owner of this courtyard, but he went to Beijing with his son to enjoy a good life, so he rented the courtyard to Han Xiao.
Seeing a customer coming, Han Xiao hurried to greet him: "Yes, there are tofu, tofu pudding, soy milk, and fried dough sticks. If you didn't have breakfast this morning, a bowl of tofu pudding and a fried dough stick would be perfect."
When the man heard that there was something else, he couldn't help but feel curious and asked Han Xiao to take a look.
Han Xiao gestured to his mother to give the customer a fried dough stick: "We just opened today, this dough stick is free, please try it."
The customer saw that the dough sticks were fried in oil and swallowed his saliva. He took the dough sticks without hesitation and took a bite. His eyes lit up and he said vaguely, "Give me a few of these dough sticks and a portion of your tofu pudding and soy milk."
Han Xiao laughed even happier when he heard this, and quickly agreed to let Han's mother continue frying dough sticks, and the business was opened.
Passersby outside saw that some people were already trying it and some were tasting it, so they hesitated for a moment but decided to come in and take a look.
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