Li Jiang was standing in front of him.

Li Jiang was "reasoning" with him for quite some time...

The purpose is to get him to move so as not to block the door.

Anyone who has heard of Li Jiang’s “speaking of merit” would probably leave without being able to bear it.

But that person was calm, as if he didn't hear it.

Li Jiang finally lost his temper, "If I don't lose my temper, do you think I'm a sick cat? Do you see this fist?" He folded his arms and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his small fist. "I'll count to three, if you don't leave, I'll start fighting!"

Yan Zhu found it funny and walked over: "Sir, we are about to open the door! Otherwise... where are you going to move to?"

There was a small alley next to it, and there were steps to sit on.

The man looked at her, motionless.

His eyeballs are amber, so rare!

"If you listen to me, I'll give you shrimp noodles for lunch!"

After hearing this, the man stood up and sat on the steps in the aisle.

Yan Zhu washed her hands and tied her hair before entering the house to check the snacks that had been prepared. She picked a piece at random, broke off a little, and put it in her mouth to taste. She nodded: "Yeah. It's OK."

At this time, there were already guests arriving.

Someone in the kitchen called out, "Miss Yan, please come over here."

Yan Zhu went in and saw two old women massaging their waists.

"How is it, are the shrimps ready?"

"Girls!" they complained, "But it's so tiring! I've never seen such a way of stripping it. At least it's done, you see... the head, skin, flesh and seeds are all separated! And they're cleaned, too. Our old backs can hardly stand up straight!"

"Girl, I'm afraid the shrimps won't be fresh if they get hot, so I put them on ice."

Yan Zhu smiled and said, "Well, that's good. Next, fry the shrimp heads with oil and add hot water to make soup. Roast the shrimp skins dry in a pan, grind them into powder in a ladle, and mix them with goose eggs. You don't need that much, 30% is fine. As for the meat and seeds, I'll fry the toppings later."

After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, he said, "I made this for Ayu before, so I know how troublesome this is! The shrimps are fat these days, so I have to make it several times. You keep this silver." Yan Zhu quietly stuffed one or two taels of silver into each of the two people.

"Oh, girl, this is what we should do!" The two old women were surprised and happy.

Yan Zhu said, "Take it and don't say anything! It won't be good if others know about it!"

The two old women put their things in their pockets and said, "Girl, it doesn't matter if you do it every day!" They went to work with beaming faces.

"Miss Yan, Miss Wen is here!"

Yan Zhu hurried over and said, "Ayu, we have shrimp noodles today."

"Really? That's great! I was planning to come back this afternoon! Fortunately I am here, and I am in for a treat!"

“The shrimps are the fattest this season.”

"Are you exhausted?"

"It's fine! I don't have to do anything. I just need to prepare the fillings so that no one else can know about it. As for the side dishes, there's nothing special about them. I just let them make them."

"That's right! There's oil and fire in the house, so try not to go there. I think the people my cousin has are pretty good too."

"It's really good! If you want to sell it at a high price, it has to be their favorite."

…

At noon, business in the two shops was about the same as yesterday.

The noodles were out of the pot, and Yan Zhu personally brought a bowl to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu ate with gusto and drank up all the soup. "It's so satisfying!"

Yan Zhu suddenly remembered that she had promised someone in the morning. She quickly called Li Jiang over and said, "Bring a bowl to that person!"

Li Jiang was unwilling to eat it, because he couldn't even eat it! "Miss Yan Zhu! It's too much to use this noodles to send a beggar away! We sell it for ten taels of silver a portion!"

"Just like I said this morning, just this once."

"But, for someone like him, giving him some meat or a few buns would be the best! Eating shrimp noodles? He wouldn't be afraid of choking to death..."

Wen Yu asked, "What's going on?"

Li Jiang quickly complained: "Miss Yan wants to give shrimp noodles to the beggar at the door!"

Yan Zhu explained: "In the morning he sat on the steps in front of Yunxiang and refused to leave. I coaxed him and told him to sit beside me and give him shrimp noodles for lunch. Then he left."

Wen Yu smiled: "Take a bowl, just don't make it a habit!"

"No, just this once!" Yan Zhu promised. She didn't need Li Jiang anymore and took the bowl of noodles out by herself.

It just so happened that Wen Ruoqing was doing some work nearby. At lunchtime, he suddenly remembered the new store here.

He didn't take a carriage, nor did he need anyone to accompany him. He just walked here on his own. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a girl carrying a bowl of noodles out.

It was impossible for him to see what the girl looked like, but the bowl of steaming noodles immediately caught his attention.

What a nice smell! But why do I feel so familiar with this smell? Why do I feel this way? My head hurts a little, I stand there for a while, and then I enter the store.

The waiter came up to greet them, and he said, "Give me a bowl of the noodles that the girl just brought out!"

"Sir, that's the fresh shrimp noodles that our restaurant just made today. Ten taels of silver per serving. One bowl of noodles, two side dishes, and a glass of sake."

"Wow! This price... is probably the most expensive noodle in Beijing!"

"Sir, you don't know! Several people worked from last night until noon, and only made a hundred bowls. You see, with such a high cost... you can't make much money!"

"Oh, you're telling me this? Well, let me help you calculate. For that bowl of shrimp, a hundred bowls, minus the heads and tails, would use at most fifteen catties of shrimp. This season is when these shrimps are on the market, so five taels of silver is enough to buy them.

A bowl of noodles costs three taels and two copper coins. A pot of wine costs five. What are the side dishes? Bring them up so I can see..."

“…”

Outside the door, Yan Zhu had already brought the noodles over. Mu Ling followed and brought another bowl of tea.

"Have you been sitting here all morning? Don't you want to drink water? Give him the tea first!"

Mu Ling handed the bowl over, muttering in dissatisfaction: "You have the blessing of having our Miss Zhuzhu serve you for several lifetimes!"

The man didn't feel anything at all and took it calmly. He must be thirsty, and although he drank slowly, he actually drank half a bowl.

"Come!"

Yanzhu gave him the noodles. He took it and started eating, just like he did yesterday, slowly and leisurely.

After finishing the meal, he actually said, "Not bad."

"So you can talk?" Yan Zhu was surprised.

She thought that this person was the same as Lan Zhou, so she was taking special care of him! The man stopped talking again.

He spoke little, but Master Wen kept chattering: "The woman who peels shrimps gets thirty copper coins a day, and there are a lot of people coming! Plus the chef who stirs the toppings and rolls the noodles. One hundred bowls of noodles cost ten taels of silver, and that's enough! So, the remaining ninety-nine bowls are all gross profit... Hey, if you don't calculate it, you won't know, this business is good!"

Outside the house, Yan Zhu was still asking, "Where are you from!?"

The man was holding the bowl, looking a little confused.

"The rope that holds your jade is about to break. If it breaks, you'll lose it. I'll make you another one when I have time!"

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect that the man held the bowl in one hand and pulled off the jade with the other hand and handed it to her.

“…”

Lord Wen was still calculating: "One hundred bowls sell for one thousand and two taels of silver. My God! That's thirty thousand a month..." His eyes lit up.

"Sixty people are enough for you, including waiters and cooks? Five stewards... maybe two accountants, and ten cleaners and dishwashers..."

That guy almost cried...

Yan Zhu said, "Don't worry, I have a lot to do today!" Then she walked back and stopped, "Don't go! It's a big loss to buy a bowl of noodles with a piece of jade!"

The man looked at her and shook his head.

Inside the room, Lord Wen was still in high spirits. He had already calculated the daily costs for labor, rent, and decoration.

"Add taxes, various fees, and miscellaneous expenses, and the total cost per day is..."

"Sir, sir! I am just a boy. Don't you understand what you are saying?"

"Don't strive for progress! I want to tell you. Even if we only sell the shrimps in the most plump month, minus the ones that are not sold, we can definitely get 25,000 taels of silver. And this is just a bowl of noodles! What about the main dishes? What about the wine? Your boss is going to be rich!"

"So... so what do you mean?" The guy touched the back of his head.

"Give me some noodles!" Lord Wen had had enough of chatting.

"...Oh, you scared me to death! All right! One serving of shrimp noodles!"