Ordinary observers in fast time travel

"Boss, are you in business? How can you prepare so little?" The young man, with blond hair, looked utterly incredulous. "The night market has only just started, and you're already packing up? Is that reasonable?"

Others nodded.

Shi Jia smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I wasn't prepared enough today. I'll prepare more tomorrow."

"My sister wants to eat right now!" the young man said unhappily, and the woman standing behind him tugged at his clothes.

Shi Jia looked over and saw that the woman's cheeks were sunken and her eyes were lifeless, as if she would soon die, which made people feel sorry for her.

"I'm so sorry, I'll save you an extra portion tomorrow?"

"Boss, it's only 7:30. Why don't you go to the supermarket, buy some noodles, cook them, and mix them up?" suggested one of the onlookers.

"Yes, boss, I'll watch the stall for you while you go buy the noodles!" someone else chimed in.

Shi Jia shook her head, "My noodles are homemade. The noodles sold outside are not as good as mine. The cold noodles I make are very different."

"Huh? Handmade? Really?" the onlookers questioned.

"Is this for real?! Handmade noodles for 15? They'd go bankrupt!"

"That's right!"

"But there's no need for her to lie about her food stall."

"..."

Those who had tried the cold noodles suddenly realized that they were handmade noodles, which explained why they tasted different.

"No wonder, it tastes much better than last time." Luo Qiqi suddenly realized.

"Yes, so I'm sorry, we can't prepare cold noodles for everyone today."

The young man snapped out of his daze, somewhat embarrassed. "Ahem, sister, how about we come earlier tomorrow?"

The woman, who was as thin as a skeleton, nodded and whispered, "Apologize." Although she only said two words, it gave the impression that she might breathe her last at any moment.

The young man nodded and looked at Shi Jia. "I'm sorry, boss, I'm just..." The young man scratched his head, looking very embarrassed.

Shi Jia waved her hand, "It's okay, it's true that I wasn't prepared enough. I have another wrap here, which I'm keeping for myself. If you don't mind, please have it with your sister."

The young man was a little flustered. Just then, his clothes were tugged again, and he quickly said, "Thank you, it's not a problem."

"You're welcome." Shi Jia saw the woman eagerly pick up the wrap and start eating it in small bites, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye.

He wondered to himself, what illness does this girl have?

However, since we've only met by chance, it's not appropriate to inquire further.

Shi Jia tidied up the food cart, said goodbye to Luo Qiqi and Shang Xiao, and went home.

The first thing I did when I got home was to make a cup of milk for the little one before taking the dishes into the kitchen to wash. Then I calculated how many noodles we needed for the next day.

今天准备了60份面条。不到两小时就全部卖光了。夜市从6点到12点，按道理说可以准备180份，但是时间从一开始就没打算做到12点。

The little one is still young and needs plenty of sleep, so her initial plan was to finish at 10 o'clock, which would allow her to make 120 servings.

But considering the time it takes to make ramen, she only plans to make 100 servings.

Okay, from now on I'll prepare 100 portions every day, and once they're sold out, I'll make them by hand!
Because of Shi Jia's decision, a very strange phenomenon appeared in the nearby food street: people started queuing up at 6 o'clock every day, and the cold noodle stall closed up shop at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Yes, in the end, they didn't manage to stay until 10 o'clock as Shi Jia had planned. But that's another story.

The next day, when Shi Jia arrived at the food street, he saw the girl who was as thin as a skeleton from the day before.

"Hello, you're here so early?" Shi Jia said with a smile. "Wait a moment, let me park the car, prepare the seasonings, and then I'll mix the cold noodles for you."

The girl nodded, pursing her lips without saying a word. But her expression suggested she wanted to speak.

Shi Jia didn't pay any attention and quickly set up the stall.

"Xingxing, sit still, okay? If you need anything, call Mommy, okay?" Shi Jia put the little one in the high chair and bent down to give him careful instructions.

"Mom, I understand." The little guy nodded.

"Mua~" She gave the new mom a kiss, and she was full of energy again.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. What flavor would you like? Extra spicy, medium spicy, or mild?" Shi Jia asked. The girl opened her mouth, her voice very soft. Luckily, there weren't many people on the street, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have been heard. "Mild, very mild. I, I can't eat spicy food."

The girl looked dejected, as if she was about to cry. Heaven knows she used to love spicy food.

"I can't eat spicy food." Shi Jia nodded. "Okay, I'll make you a non-spicy one, but it won't taste as good, okay? You can have the scallions, cilantro, and peanuts, right?"

The girl nodded.

It doesn't take long to prepare cold noodles, and soon the girl had a bowl of bright yellow cold noodles in her hand. She didn't eat them immediately, but instead looked conflicted.

Shi Jia asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

The girl quickly shook her head, but then looked at Shi Jia expectantly, "Could I...could I have some chili?"

"Don't mix it, just leave it here." The girl pointed to the edge of the cold noodles with a skinny finger.

Shi Jia naturally wouldn't refuse, and took a small spoon to scoop a spoonful of chili oil for her. "Don't worry, the chili oil I made isn't very spicy, it's just fragrant."

The girl nodded, it was unclear whether she believed her or if it was just a polite nod.

She couldn't wait any longer and picked up her chopsticks to eat. As she chewed the noodles, she squinted her eyes, like a cat enjoying being petted.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Shi Jia felt that the girl became more vibrant as she ate. That lifeless, almost dying aura vanished completely.

While the girl was eating cold noodles, a group of pale-faced men and women, who looked like zombies, rushed out of the building across the street.

They pointed excitedly at something, and then ran faster and faster than each other.

While Shi Jia was still wondering if these people were cosplaying zombies, more than a dozen people surrounded her stall.

"Boss, I'd like a cold noodle dish, medium spicy, with scallions and cilantro."

"Boss, two servings of cold noodles, mildly spicy, no cilantro."

"Boss, I'd like an extra serving of cucumber, just like him!"

"boss……"

Shi Jia's head was buzzing, and the little guy behind her was so scared that he pouted.

"You, you all be quiet, you scared, you scared the baby—" At this moment, a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz sounded from behind.

With her head buzzing, Shi Jia caught the word "baby" and was immediately startled, turning around to look at the little one.

"Mommy~" The little guy's eyes were red, and he looked extremely aggrieved.

"Don't be afraid, Xingxing, Mommy will carry you, okay?" Shi Jia picked up the little one, feeling heartbroken. Ignoring the disorderly passengers, she went to the driver's seat, got the baby carrier, and carried the little one on her back.

Those who had been making a ruckus a moment ago were somewhat embarrassed by what they saw and quickly fell silent.

Shi Jia put away her usual smile and said, "Please wait in line."

Everyone quickly obeyed and lined up.

"Boss, I'm here to support your business again today." Li Ming said, securing the first spot.

Shi Jia nodded casually, "A bowl of cold noodles? Mildly spicy?"

"No, two servings of cold noodles, medium spicy. And one serving of cucumber as well." Li Ming shook his head.

"There are no cucumbers today," Shi Jia said.

"Huh? No? What else is there?" Li Ming subconsciously looked up at the signboard, which read, "Today's menu: Cold noodles 15 yuan, limited to 100 servings."

Li Ming was a little disappointed. The cucumber salad was the best he had ever eaten, and he had been planning to order one every day to supplement his vitamins! "Then I'll have three servings."

"Limited to two servings per person."

"It's not written here either?"

"I just made my decision!" Shi Jia's tone carried an undeniable authority, as well as a hint of willful self-will.

Li Ming remained silent, like a child? (End of Chapter)