After hearing his words, Xi Chun felt that he was a truly remarkable person. Being able to think of this made him much better than those who were still observing.
Xi Chun had also tried their pancakes, but the taste was just average, which is why their business wasn't that good. If the taste were better, their business could have taken off even better.
Some people are just missing an opportunity, and now, Xichun admires him.
"Of course, that's possible. It's just that no one has mentioned this method to me before, so we haven't done it. We can't let business that's offered to us go to waste. How about this, I'll sell it to you for twenty coins each. Based on our current pricing, each bowl of jelly can yield twenty bowls. If we sell each bowl for two coins, you'll still make a profit. What do you think?"
"Is this really okay? Thank you, thank you Miss Chen. I promise, I promise. I'll have one tomorrow." An Wuji was originally nervously wondering what he would say if Miss Chen refused later, but he didn't expect to hear her agree.
"Okay, come and pick it up tomorrow morning. If you don't have cash on hand, you can come back tomorrow afternoon and give me the money."
"It's alright, it's alright, I'll definitely have the money ready for you tomorrow morning." Seeing how easy she was to talk to, An Wuji didn't dare to push his luck any further and left happily.
“I think this is a good idea. We can make money just by making one pot, and we don’t have to sell them ourselves.” Aunt Zhang, who was also listening to this, naturally praised Xichun again and again.
"Hehe, let's continue. Let's make another bowl of jelly tonight." Xi Chun thought that many people would probably come to inquire about it, so they should be prepared, as things might get even busier from now on.
An Wuji had been waiting for them to open the door since morning. He had already prepared all the seasonings and other ingredients. After the brother and sister received the cold noodles, they happily pushed their stall away.
Fu Changfeng didn't know what was wrong with him. If he didn't see Xichun every day, he felt like he hadn't done something. So even though he was almost late, he still ran over to Xichun to say hello before leaving.
Xi Chun also felt that this young master scholar was different from others. He was kind and gentle to them, the stall owners, and did not raise his noble head.
You see, although many scholars come to eat here, they only talk to Taozi, eat, pay the bill, and leave without saying a word. Xichun prefers this kind of straightforward customer.
An old man came to Xichun's stall. His servant had brought him a bowl of cold noodles earlier, which immediately whetted his appetite. However, when he heard that it was from the same stall, his family wouldn't let him bring any more, saying that Zhu Family Restaurant also sold it, and that the food from those stalls was not clean.
The old man originally had no objections, but after tasting the cold noodles made by Zhu Family Restaurant, he felt that although the taste was the same, the experience of eating them was not the same.
To resolve his doubts, he came out alone today, wanting to see if he was simply tired of the cold noodles, or if the taste was indeed different depending on who made them.
"Grandpa, what would you like to eat?" Xi Chun asked, noticing an old man staring at her stall for a while.
"Is all your cold noodles clean? Give me a bowl to try." The old man rarely ate at stalls like this anymore, and he seemed rather uncomfortable.
“It’s clean, you see. And we always wash our hands before scraping the jelly to ensure hygiene.” Xi Chun pointed out the steps for each operation to him.
"Alright, I'll wait here." The old man stopped being coy and went over to find a stall at the very back to sit down.
"Please enjoy your meal. Our bowls and chopsticks are all freshly washed, so please rest assured." Xi Chun felt that the old man was quite particular, so she personally served him. Fortunately, there weren't many people around at this time.
"Hmm, not bad, that's the taste." The old man thanked him before starting to eat, muttering to himself.
"What other good food do you have here?" He quickly finished a bowl of cold noodles, but still felt unsatisfied, so he stared at Xichun's stall.
"We have hot pot, cold pot skewers, and cold noodles. Would you like to order something else? These cold pot skewers are served cold, which is perfect for this weather."
"Okay, then I'll order the cold pot skewers you mentioned." The old man picked them up, looked at them, and then chose a few more dishes he liked.
After finishing his meal, he quietly burped. It seemed the food at the stall wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. The stall owner was quite particular; he hadn't used the skewers he'd eaten to make other dishes.
"Take care, come again next time." The old man readily paid, and Xichun naturally went all out to provide service.
"That's good, I'll sneak out to eat again next time," the old man said softly, and then quickly walked away.
Xi Chun was left alone, bewildered in the wind. It turned out that the old man had sneaked out. He really looked like a mischievous old man.
An Wuji and his sister started selling liangfen (cold mung bean jelly) today, and they were even the first to sell it on another street. This attracted the attention of many customers and vendors.
"Why does this jelly look the same as the one at Chen's Hot Pot Skewers? Does it taste the same?" Some people saw this and couldn't help but become curious. They had originally planned to go to Chen's, but now they didn't have to go that far.
"Same, same taste. Why don't you gentlemen try some? We also sell it for two coins a bowl." An Wuji saw that someone had come to inquire not long after it was set out, so he quickly greeted them.
"Okay, then give us two bowls of cold jelly and two bowls of cold noodles."
The two tasted it and found it to be exactly the same as Chen's. They praised it highly, which finally put An Wuji's mind at ease. As long as people came to eat, it would attract more customers.
"Did you make this yourself?" The stall owners around him gathered around An Wuji, curious about where he got his jelly.
"I don't have that skill. I bought it from the Chen family to make some money." An Wuji answered their questions generously, and the stall owner's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this.
"I never imagined you had this connection. Impressive! Could you tell us how you bought it? We heard that buying a son costs several taels of silver."
"It just so happens that the owner of Chen's is my neighbor, so I boldly went to ask him yesterday..."
"Oh, I see. I wonder if we'll be able to get it."
"How about I ask for you?" An Wuji knew that people would find out sooner or later, so he might as well do them a favor. The stall owners around them usually took good care of the siblings. If they encountered any unreasonable people, he wouldn't bother with them. This was also a way of repaying a favor. However, he wouldn't tell anyone about the ingredients.
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