The older woman parked her cart behind the bus stop sign, scooped up the leftover dipping sauce and put it into a bottle before letting He Jing take out her own dipping sauce.
He Jing gave it to her and whispered, "Auntie, please pour hot oil over it and stir it."
The woman naturally did as she was told, and with a spoonful of hot oil, the aroma spread instantly along with the sound of the noodles bubbling in the bowl.
At that moment, all the smells of cigarettes, corn, and gasoline from buses vanished, leaving only a rich, unique fragrance wafting around my nose.
The woman closest to the food stall swallowed hard. After years of making snacks, she was immune to all sorts of aromas and found them unappealing, even greasy. But this aroma was just too good to be true, unlike any she had ever smelled before. Her stomach, which had been rumbling all day, suddenly started growling.
If she hadn't known that the dipping sauce had just been poured with hot oil, she would have even picked up the bowl and taken a couple of sips, but reason prevented her from doing so.
Even seasoned middle-aged women couldn't resist, let alone others, and a considerable commotion arose in front of the bus stop.
"It smells so good!"
"How can it smell so good? It smells amazing!"
"Mom, I'm hungry, I want to eat something."
"Honey, let's eat something first, then we'll wait for the next bus."
...
Like hungry wolves drawn by the scent of blood, they followed the aroma all the way to the back of the bus stop. They confirmed that the smell was coming from the old lady's cart, and they scanned the QR code one after another, asking what was delicious while paying. Only then did the old lady gradually realize what was happening and become stunned.
Business is usually slow, with only a couple of customers coming after a long wait. But today, the cart was packed with people in the blink of an eye.
He Jing reminded her, saying, "Auntie, do you need my help?"
The older woman kept saying "No need," but she didn't even care about the other customers. She pulled He Jing aside and said, "Girl, can you sell me your recipe? I'll give you a high price."
He Jing was not surprised at all. After thinking about it seriously, she said, "Auntie, I can give you the recipe, but I don't want your money. Consider it payment for your help."
Her original intention in developing this dipping sauce was not to make money, so there's no reason for her to go astray halfway through, especially since she doesn't lack money now.
The woman was overjoyed and moved to tears. If she weren't so busy, she would have racked her brains to write a short essay to praise He Jing. But she didn't have time to think of anything, so she could only hold He Jing's hand and say, "Girl, you are such a good person!"
Fortunately, she didn't firmly reject He Jing from the beginning, otherwise she would have regretted it to the core.
grateful.
Thank you so much.
He Jing smiled sincerely: "Auntie, this is what you deserve."
If it were someone else, upon hearing that a girl younger than their own daughter had come up to them and offered to give them something nice, they would probably suspect the girl was mentally unstable and would immediately call 120 (emergency services). Good deeds are rewarded, after all.
Thanks to He Jing's dipping sauce, the auntie's business was booming all day long, and the excitement didn't subside until dark. Even the big man selling corn next door couldn't resist the temptation and bought a few pieces of grilled meat to try. The more he ate, the more delicious it became, and he said, "The meat isn't fresh, but it's really fragrant."
He Jing sighed helplessly. Small businesses all need to make a profit, so it's normal for the meat to be not fresh.
She glanced at the sky; it was already completely dark. If she didn't go back soon, it would arouse the suspicion of He Ning and the others.
So she said, "Auntie, I'm leaving now. See you again someday."
The older woman watched her walk away, her eyes filled with increasing pride: "What a wonderful girl..."
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