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Chapter 148 Steamed Bun and Wonton Stall

Xu Qingmeng thought it made sense. Since the contract had already been signed, she gave the shopkeeper a deposit and bought some small jars of the same size, asking the shopkeeper to deliver them to their courtyard.

After leaving the grocery store, the two bought some more vegetables. When they returned, dried chili peppers, chili powder, and other items had already been delivered.

Hui Niang was tidying up at that moment.

Seeing Xu Qingmeng return, he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you buy so much all at once? Will we be able to use it all in a month?"

Hui Niang was unaware that they had reached a cooperation agreement with the noodle shop and was worried about what would happen if the business failed.

But seeing that both of them were smiling and didn't seem to care, she naturally didn't bring herself to say anything.

Seeing Hui Niang's worried expression, Xu Qingmeng told her that there was a noodle shop there and she needed to order a lot. Xu Qingmeng didn't say anything more.

Afterwards, Gu Yunyi went back to study, and Huiniang assisted Xu Qingmeng. The two of them then began to make the product.

After a busy day, Xu Qingmeng cooked a few simple dishes for dinner. Gu Yunyi went outside to buy some steamed buns. After everyone had eaten their fill, they went to bed early.

The next morning, Xu Qingmeng and Huiniang went to the market and bought a lot of fresh vegetables while it was still early.

After breakfast, I asked Gu Yunyi to take the chili oil I had made yesterday to the noodle shop.

I've already made arrangements with the other person, so of course I can't delay them.

After giving her instructions, Hui Niang had already prepared the ingredients. Xu Qingmeng then blanched and cooked the ingredients, placing them in small jars.

Hui Niang had already washed the cart clean, and then came in to help Xu Qingmeng place the small jars on the cart.

The little cart was in the yard, but it hadn't been used for a long time and was covered in dust. Hui Niang had already washed it clean yesterday.

The stroller isn't very big, but it's still big enough.

The street stalls charge money; Gu Yunyi and Fang Ziheng already inquired about them last night.

A small stall costs three coins. Gu Yunyi chose this place for them. There are several food stalls around it. People who come here are generally there to eat, and their purpose is quite clear.

When Xu Qingmeng and Gu Yunyi arrived, they were quite satisfied with the place.

To their left was a stall selling steamed buns, and to their right was a stall selling wontons and noodles. They were sandwiched in the middle with just a small cart, looking rather pitiful.

The old woman selling steamed buns couldn't resist peeking at them and asked, "Young lady, what are you selling? Aren't you going to set up a table and chairs?"

Gu Yunyi told her last night that this old lady's business was particularly good, and the steamed buns tasted very good, which is why he chose this place for them.

Steamed buns are a staple food, but it's not just steamed buns; they also have mantou (steamed bread), which are big and soft.

So the old lady would also sell a pot of salty soup, with four small tables set up behind her.

People buying steamed buns or mantou (steamed bread) might also sit down to rest, buy a bowl of salty soup, and eat while sitting down – it's quite convenient.

The wonton and noodle stalls next door are also doing very well.

Xu Qingmeng and her group's stall didn't sell staple foods, only cold dishes, which suited both sides perfectly. The owner of the wonton shop was also curiously looking over.

Xu Qing dreamed that if the food on both sides tasted good, the business would be good, and there would be many customers. Her newly opened shop could also benefit from the popularity.

Xu Qingmeng picked up a little of each dish and put it in a bowl. She then added various seasonings and a moderately flavored chili oil, mixed them well, and poured them into a small box that she had prepared.

The box was made by Hui Niang using oiled paper. It was a square box about the size of a hand, and it was filled to the brim.

The owner of the wonton shop, seeing what it looked like, wondered what it was, but after a while, he realized it was just a cold dish and lost interest.

The owners of the steamed bun shops gave up and focused on their own businesses.

Cold dishes are something everyone has eaten. Every family makes them often. After blanching the vegetables, they are mixed with some soy sauce, vinegar, minced garlic, etc., and eaten as a side dish. Who would be foolish enough to go out and buy them?

They didn't think much of it at first, but when they smelled the strong aroma of red chili oil, they couldn't help but look up.

They asked in unison, "Hey girl, what's this chili oil? It looks like chili peppers and sesame seeds. It must be expensive."

As business owners, the first thing both bosses thought of was profit.

Hui Niang had spent a few days with Xu Qingmeng and knew that Xu Qingmeng was not a talkative person, so she said, "After all, the cost is what it is, so it's impossible to say it's not cheap. But we won't ask for an exorbitant price. Why don't you bosses have a taste?"

"Want money?"

"Why would we need money? This is our first day here, and we'll be getting to know each other better in the future. We're all neighbors, so let's have a taste and give our opinions."

Hui Niang divided the box of food that Xu Qingmeng had prepared into two portions and gave one box each to the owners of the wonton shop and the steamed bun shop, asking them to try it out.

The wonton and noodle stall was run by a middle-aged man in his forties. He only cared about wrapping wontons, cooking wontons, and making noodles; he didn't care about anything else.

Her daughter-in-law casually accepted the cold dishes and several bamboo skewers that Hui Niang brought over.

The middle-aged woman took the box, glanced at the tempting dishes inside, and said, "Not bad, young lady, this looks very appetizing."

After the woman finished speaking, she picked up a bamboo skewer, stuck a slice of lotus root into her mouth, and put it in her mouth. The crisp lotus root slice paired with the fiery red chili oil, after taking a bite, the fresh, fragrant, spicy and numbing taste filled her entire mouth, instantly awakening her taste buds.

"Wow...it's so spicy!" The proprietress was clearly not expected it to be this spicy, which brought tears to her eyes.

Even so, I couldn't bear to part with the delicious taste in my mouth, so I stubbornly endured the spiciness and finished the lotus root.

Then, without even saying goodbye to Hui Niang, the woman turned and walked to her husband's side, picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and stuffed it into his mouth: "Old Tang, try this, it's really good."

Old Tang was a middle-aged man who wasn't good with words. He ate it in silence and nodded, "Mmm, delicious."

"Right? This is the first time I've ever seen cold dishes made like this. It's so delicious that I can't help but keep eating it."

The woman ate as she talked, and kept giving her old man a bite each time.

Over there, the old lady at the steamed bun shop was equally impressed, finding it amazing and eating it bite after bite, praising it repeatedly for its delicious taste.

(End of this chapter)