Chapter 87: 071: Wanting a hundred sons is not a problem_4
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Li Gongcheng gave her one hundred yuan, and she always wanted to make the old lady feel happy while eating.
She wanted to make sure that the hundred yuan was well spent.
After preparing the old lady’s food, Ni Yang started to prepare the items for her stall today.
After hurriedly finishing a bowl of leftover mint gruel, Ni Yang pushed her bike out.
At this moment, it was just beginning to lighten in the east, but people were already hard at work in the fields.
Everyone was trying to get as much work done as possible before the sun came up.
Once the sun was up, it would be too warm to work as much.
By the time Ni Yang arrived at her stall, Li Gongcheng was, as always, already waiting for her.
“Xiaoni, let me help you.” He came over to help Ni Yang unload the bike.
“Thank you.” Ni Yang politely thanked him.
Ni Yang’s bike had two large iron buckets of Pickled Cabbage Fish Soup strapped to the back. The buckets didn’t look big, but they were very heavy and Li Gongcheng could hardly lift one even with both hands.
“I’ll do it.” Ni Yang smiled slightly and took the bucket from him.
Therefore, when he saw her effortlessly carrying two buckets of Pickled Cabbage Fish Soup, Li Gongcheng was stunned…
What had this girl been eating to grow up so strong?
Her strength was incredible!
For the first time, Li Gongcheng felt inferior to a girl.
Not only did she earn more money than him, but now she was also stronger than him.
But Ni Yang was a bit odd. Despite poor sales yesterday morning, she had prepared a lot of food for today.
Was she planning to sell all the way until tomorrow morning?
Was she a bit naive?
In fact, Ni Yang was not naive at all.
Because she had a sense that her business today would be better than the day before!
Of course, the strategic thinking behind this was beyond Li Gongcheng’s comprehension.
After all, he was not a businessman.
With this in mind, Li Gongcheng approached Ni Yang, ready to speak, when she beat him to it, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, “Mr. Li, shall we stick to the usual this morning?”
“Yes.” Li Gongcheng nodded.
“Alright, it will be a moment then.” She seemed to remember something, and handed him a bag with a thermos in it, “This is the breakfast we agreed on for the old lady. I just made something simple, I don’t know if she would like it.”
“Thank you. With your culinary skills, I’m sure the old lady will love it.” Li Gongcheng happily took the food from her.
Soon, a bowl of fragrant pickled fish was placed in front of Li Gongcheng.
Meanwhile, there was also a purple-red drink.
“What is this?” Li Gongcheng asked, pointing to the cup of Sour Plum Soup.
Ni Yang explained with a smile, “This is Sour Plum Soup, I made it myself. The first cup is free, would you like to give it a try?”
“Sure.” Li Gongcheng grabbed it and took a sip, then declared in shock, “Xiaoni, this Sour Plum Soup is so delicious! How much is it per cup?”
“One cent per cup,” Ni yang answered.
One cent per cup?
Such a delicious drink was so cheap?
Li Gongcheng could hardly believe his ears.
He knew that cans of soda sold for one and a half yuan each!
This Sour Plum Soup tasted infinitely better than store-bought sodas!
“One…one cent?” Li Gongcheng asked with uncertainty.
Ni Yang nodded, “Yes, one cent.”
Ni Yang was a businesswoman and certainly wouldn’t run a business at a loss.
Although one cent for a cup of Sour Plum Soup might seem cheap, she was banking on the volume of sales and it could potentially bring in more customers.
If she could sell five hundred cups of Sour Plum Soup in a morning, that would be fifty yuan.
Deducting the cost, she would at least earn forty-five yuan.
The most important thing is, compared to Pickled Vegetable Noodles, Sour Plum Soup is much easier to make. The cups used to serve the Sour Plum Soup were much smaller than the bowls, and five hundred cups were not that much.
Li Gongcheng went on to say, “Then, I’d like another cup!”
“Sure.” Ni Yang poured another cup of Sour Plum Soup and handed it to Li Gongcheng.
Soon after, more and more diners arrived at the previously desolate stall.
In no time at all, all the tables were full.
As usual, Ni Yang offered each person a cup of Sour Plum Soup.
Unsurprisingly, everyone who tasted it gave positive feedback and all of them ordered a cup.
You could buy ten cups of Sour Plum Soup for the price of one can of soda, and the Sour Plum Soup tasted better. Any discerning person would not hesitate to spend that one cent..