Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 80 - The Booming Business of Cold Skin Noodles (2)_1

Chapter 80 -80 The Booming Business of Cold Skin Noodles (2)_1

Chapter 80 -80 The Booming Business of Cold Skin Noodles (2)_1

After buying some small jewelry, the group headed to the blacksmith’s shop, but before they even reached the shop’s entrance, they saw a crowd gathered across from the blacksmith, shouting loudly, “Give me a bowl of cold noodles!” “Are my cold noodles ready yet?” “Here’s the money, big sis!”

Upon hearing the words “cold noodles,” Lin Yuan perked up instantly with a thrill—it was Sister Gui Zhi’s cold noodle stall!

Though it wasn’t quite time for lunch, Sister Gui Zhi’s stall was buzzing far more than expected.

Were all these ten or so people here for cold noodles?

The business was even more booming than she had imagined!

While Sister Gui Zhi was busy mixing a bowl of cold noodles for a customer, she scanned the crowd and caught a glimpse of Lin Yuan and her friends.

Without a free hand, she excitedly shouted, “Yuanyuan, over here!

Over here!”

Seeing Sister Gui Zhi’s face aglow with joy, Lin Yuan knew that the cold noodle business was indeed thriving!

They hurried over and greeted her, and Lan Hua, eyeing the customers who were relishing their food, said enviously, “Sister Gui Zhi, what kind of delicious food are you selling here?

The business is booming!”

Sister Gui Zhi handed the prepared cold noodles to the eager customer and casually took five copper coins to put in the cash box before cheerfully wiping her hands and replying, “Isn’t it all thanks to the brilliant idea Yuanyuan came up with?

These cold noodles have become really popular.”

As she spoke, she turned to Lin Yuan and excitedly shared her success of the past two days, “Yesterday was my first day opening, and I thought business wouldn’t be good at all.

But to my surprise, the twenty servings of cold noodles I prepared all sold out before evening!

Seeing the potential, I quickly bought another twenty jin of white flour, and today I made fifty servings!

Look, it’s not even noon yet, and I’ve already sold nearly half of them.

Some people didn’t get to eat yesterday and came early today to queue up.

Did you see that old aunt just now?

She bought four servings at once, saying she wanted to take them home for her son, daughter-in-law, and little grandson to try!”

Sister Gui Zhi lifted the cloth cover to show Lin Yuan the cold noodles, then pointed to where the old aunt had disappeared to, her excitement and happiness perhaps not felt for many years.

Seeing Sister Gui Zhi’s radiant appearance, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but feel infected by her excitement and chuckled, “Look at how pleased you are, sister.

Just you wait, your business is only going to get better and better.”

Sister Gui Zhi laughed heartily, looking forward to it.

However, Lin Yuan still had a word of caution for her, “Sister, even though business is good now, you mustn’t get greedy.

Cold noodles become hard and not as tasty if left overnight, so I suggest you make at most fifty servings a day, no more.

That way, you won’t have leftovers, and the customers will always have something to look forward to and come back for every day.”

After contemplating seriously, Sister Gui Zhi realized that it was indeed true. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

If Lin Yuan hadn’t mentioned this in advance, she would have actually considered making another twenty servings when she got home today.

After discussing these matters with Sister Gui Zhi, Lin Yuan looked at the people sitting on the long benches eating cold noodles and suddenly remembered something.

Although the cold noodles were tasty, they weren’t very filling; people would get hungry again soon.

Hence, several men were holding bread sticks or flatbread bought from elsewhere.

The location of Sister Gui Zhi’s stall was quite good—not too remote, and with a spacious area around it.

If possible, maybe another stall could be set up.

“Sister, is Auntie Three just looking after Xiao Shitou at home and not busy with anything else?”

In the brief moment Lin Yuan was lost in thought, Sister Gui Zhi had sold two more servings of cold noodles.

After sending off the customers, she sat down to continue the conversation, “Yes, that’s right.

But Xiao Shitou is getting bigger now, so he doesn’t need his grandma to watch him as close as before.

When she has free time at home, she’ll go out to tend to the vegetables and such.

Why, do you need my mother for something?”

It sounded perfect that Auntie Three wasn’t too occupied at home, so Lin Yuan shared her idea of having Auntie Three make flatbread at home and then selling them together with Sister Gui Zhi.

The more Sister Gui Zhi heard Lin Yuan’s plan, the brighter her eyes shone.

She, too, had noticed that some of the men with bigger appetites would buy flatbread first from a stall at the other end of the street before coming to buy her cold noodles.

At first, she thought about sourcing from the flatbread seller, but that certainly wouldn’t be as profitable as making her own.

Yet, even though the idea was good, she had her doubts, “Flatbread might look simple, but making it well isn’t easy.

The big question is how to make it both crispy and fragrant.”

When it came to food, Xiao Linshuang was even quicker to jump in than Lin Yuan.

She excitedly pounced in front of Sister Gui Zhi, her face full of excitement, “Sister, sister, the flatbread my elder sister makes is so delicious and fragrant!

It smells even better than the ones from that stall!”

If it weren’t for the fact that the flatbread from that stall wasn’t as tasty as her elder sister’s, she would have long been drooling by the flatbread already.

Hearing Xiao Linshuang’s words, Sister Gui Zhi looked at Lin Yuan with some surprise; it seemed the girl already had a plan in mind.

Seeing Sister Gui Zhi’s intentions, Lin Yuan chuckled and nodded, “Sister, I’ll take care of making the flatbread.

Once we get back at noon, I’ll go teach Auntie Three how to bake flatbread, and I guarantee your flatbread will sell even better than the stall at the other end of the street!”