dognovel Chapter 162
Chapter 162
After drinking a can of coffee, she felt much more energetic. She rushed to the snack street and paid the yamen runner. She arrived late and there was no good seat for Feng Lan to choose. She was not picky and just found a deserted place near the corner.
Feng Lan took out a folding table from Schrödinger's backpack, and in front of the others' surprised eyes, he set up a large table that was two meters long and half a meter wide.
"Wow, young man, your table is quite nice. Who made it? I'll go order one tomorrow. It's really convenient!"
"My family figured it out themselves. If you want, I'll just charge you for the labor."
Feng Lan dealt with it verbally, and took out a light yellow tablecloth from the backpack. This color attracted customers, and many people felt sorry for it. "It's a pity to use such a good piece of cloth as a tablecloth."
Feng Lan didn't explain and took out a few jars from her backpack, which were filled with onions, garlic, coriander, chili peppers, sugar, vinegar, soy sauce, shredded cucumbers, shredded carrots, and sprouted bean sprouts. She had confirmed again and again that they were all available here, but the quality of the seasonings might not be as good as those in her supermarket.
Then, he took out a large bowl of sealed cold noodles and a small bowl of shredded lotus leaf chicken.
"Your backpack is quite big, young man. It can hold more than a car. What are you selling? It doesn't look like the food here."
The old man selling candy figures next to her watched Feng Lan take out so many things from a backpack that was half a person's height. He couldn't help but glance at Feng Lan's backpack and found that there were some things wrapped in cloth inside. He looked at the pile of things on her table and admired her from the bottom of his heart. This young man has some skills.
"Cold noodles. It's not summer, it's a little hot, so it's so comfortable to eat something cold. Would you like one? A small one is six coppers, a large one is ten coppers, and it comes with meat."
Feng Lan greeted him warmly, but the old man shook his head after hearing the price, saying that he couldn't afford it and that it was too expensive.
"Each of my sugar figures is only three copper coins. I can't afford yours."
Feng Lan didn't try to sell the product much. If the old man didn't want to buy it, then he didn't have to. She hadn't eaten breakfast yet. This was her first order, so she would eat it herself.
Under the old man's curious gaze, Feng Lan took the bowl of mixed noodles and used long wooden chopsticks to pick up a large spoonful of noodles with each strand distinctly separated. She added seasonings skillfully and openly. She liked coriander, so she added a lot of coriander and a large spoonful of shredded chicken. It took less than a minute to mix it. She put it into the small bowl next to her, and it was still full, because she was going to eat it herself anyway.
The old man who had watched the whole process was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head. He quickly reminded Feng Lan, "You, you, aren't you afraid that others will learn from you? Just like that..."
Just display it so vividly?
Although the old man didn't say it out loud, his meaning couldn't be more obvious.
After all, Fenglan’s cold noodles are easy to make, anyone can do it just by watching. Isn’t it just adding all the seasonings?
Who doesn’t order those shredded cucumbers, shredded carrots, and bean sprouts at home? I’m not sure about the dark dipping sauce, but you’ll know after buying it and trying it once or twice.
It's so simple, and Feng Lan didn't hide it at all, isn't it the same as revealing the secret recipe? Everyone who sells things is secretive, for fear that their own formula will be stolen. No one is as generous as Feng Lan, no wonder I was shocked.
Feng Lan knew that the old man was kind-hearted, but she couldn't bear the fact that this was a no-cost business. Besides, there were plenty of these things in the supermarket. The cold noodles were packed by kilogram, so she just had to open the bag and pour the dipping water into the jar.
The only trouble for Feng Lan was that it took her a lot of time to find a basin suitable for this era. After all, there were no stainless steel basins here.
"Don't worry, sir. This side of me is beyond the reach of most people!"
Seeing that Feng Lan didn't listen to his advice, the old man didn't say much, just shook his head and said that he was talking to Feng Lan because they were strangers. It was okay if the young man's business was not good, but if his business was good, he would cry if others imitated him. It was already a kind gesture for him to give him some advice.