We have separated, what does it have to do with me if my husband's family eats bran?

Cheng Yue packed her things and was ready to leave early in the morning, but thinking that Cheng Yang and his family of three would also come, she didn't want to let her three children go.

If there are too many people, it will be messy and not look good. It would be better to let the three children rest at home.

However, Chen An repeatedly emphasized that he wanted Chen Lin to follow, saying that the ox cart was carrying a lot of things and the road was bumpy, so it would not work without someone watching.

Cheng Yue thought the advice to eat a full meal made sense, and she didn't want to let Chen Lin down halfway, so she let him go with her.

As soon as the mother and son arrived at the dock, they saw Cheng Yang and the other two craning their necks to look over here, "Little sister, Xiao Lin!"

Cheng Yue jumped out of the car and asked, "Brother, how long have you been waiting?"

Cheng Yang scratched his head and smiled innocently: "We didn't wait long. We came here with our parents."

Cheng Yue smiled and said nothing. Her elder brother was like that. When he lied, he would make a lot of strange movements. So she didn't expose him.

I guess he was excited and afraid of delaying things, so he came early to wait.

Chen Lin parked the ox cart and untied the rope. Cheng Yang rushed over and said, "Come on, Xiao Lin, I'll move it."

Liu and Cheng Feng also hurried over to move things.

I adapted to this identity quite quickly.

Cheng Yue was setting up the stove when Chen Lin came over and whispered, "Mom, the stall selling big pot dishes across the street has also been set up. Don't they usually come at noon?"

Cheng Yue looked over and saw that it was indeed the two brothers selling the big pot dishes. They were looking at them with their chins raised at a 45-degree angle and their eyes squinting.

If it weren't for their arrogant expressions, I would have thought they were showing off their jawlines.

Cheng Yue retracted her gaze, threw the pork ribs, green onions and ginger into the pot and began to make broth, while Liu watched and learned from the side.

Chen Lin's voice rang out again, "Mom, they have also set up the pot and started to cook the soup."

No wonder he felt that there was something wrong with the two people opposite him. Weren't they imitating them? Were they trying to steal their business?

Soon it was noon, and the men came over here as soon as they got off work. Cheng Yang and Liu's hearts suddenly rose to their throats and they became uncontrollably nervous.

Before the two of them could recover, the other side started shouting.

"Noodles for sale. Delicious hele noodles. Six cents for a big bowl. A large portion that will fill you up!"

Cheng Yang paused while pressing the noodles. "Little sister, isn't there a big pot dish across the street? Why are they selling hele noodles now?"

Isn’t it my own idea to make noodles? Can anyone else make it?

And it's two cents cheaper than theirs, what's going on? There's no noodle bed across the street?

Chen Lin said angrily: "They are stealing our business!"

Cheng Yue was also puzzled. No competitors had appeared for such a long time, but they came at this time. Could it be that they saw that Mr. Chen San was not here these two days?

Cheng Yue said calmly: "Maybe they think selling noodles can make more money than selling big pot dishes. They sell theirs and we sell ours. Don't worry about it. In business, everyone relies on their own ability."

The market is here. If she can sell noodles, why can't others?

Having a competitor doesn’t matter; it’s just a small matter.

Besides, she dared to set the price at eight cents because she had a plug-in. The other party only charged six cents. It was impossible that it was anything good.

If you want to engage in a price war, the taste and quality have to be similar.

Liu exhaled, "That's true, but the taste may not be as good as ours."

The men coming over there paused when they heard the shouting, "Hey, listen, the noodles over there are only six coins!"

"Isn't that the boss who sells big pot dishes? Why did he change to selling noodles?"

"I don't know how it tastes, but their big pot dishes are pretty good." Although there is not much meat, the portion is still large.

"Why don't you try it? It's two cents cheaper than over there."

As they spoke, a small number of men were tempted and went straight to the other side.

Two cents is hard-earned money.

"Brother Dali, are you going?"

The man who was called, Hu Dali, was the one who was eating hele noodles for the first time. Whenever Cheng Yue set up a stall, he would come and he was considered a loyal fan of hele noodles.

"I won't go, and you guys don't even look at it. His stall doesn't even have the tools, how can it be called a noodle stall?"

Hu Dali was born with a loud voice. As soon as he said this, the two brothers opposite him immediately became unhappy. "Big brother, that's not what you mean. Does it mean that it's not noodles without the tools? The noodles we roll by hand taste better!"

"The boss is right. They are all made of dough. What does it have to do with the tools? Let's go and try it."

A few people thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Hu Dali sneered and said in a gruff voice: "Just sell noodles, why do you have to call it hele noodles?"

He just couldn't stand this. The name was chosen by someone else first. It's that kind of behavior. If you have the ability, you can choose your own name. It's obviously done on purpose to disgust people.

After saying that, he turned around and went directly to Cheng Yue's stall, grinning and saying, "Girl, give me a bowl! I recognize yours!"

Cheng Yuesheng quickly served the noodles and said with a smile, "Thank you for your care, big brother."

Hu Dali took the bowl, grinned, and sat aside, slurping the food.

There were quite a few people queuing up with Hu Dali, but not as many as in the previous few days, only about forty people.

Cheng Yang and Liu didn’t know how popular the business was in the past, so they thought that the number of people lining up was not small and they were not frustrated at all.

Even if someone steals my business, I can still make several hundred coins, which is more than what my parents make from selling pork.

Chen Lin knew what was going on, and said worriedly, "Mom, we've lost half of our business."

Cheng Yue looked calm. It was not easy for the workers to earn money, so it was understandable that they would try to save a few cents.

Cheng Yue said optimistically: "But half of the business is still there."

Everything has two or even more sides, and she doesn't want her children to only see things from one perspective.

Chen Lin suddenly felt his mind clear. His mother was right. This matter was not as bad as he thought.

Then the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up and he scooped up the noodles more skillfully.

Cheng Yue and her friends were having a great time, but the stall opposite was in a state of chaos.

"This is not noodles at all, it's all boiled into paste! How can I eat it?"

The man in the lead looked at the bowl in his hand with his face scrunched up. These were not noodles at all, they were noodle soup!

It’s a black lump without even any chopped green onion or coriander. It looks unappetizing. How can I eat it?

It was the first time for the two brothers to make it, and they didn’t expect the sweet potato noodles to be so bland. They failed to control the kneading strength and the heat well, and it turned into a paste as soon as it was put into the pot.

But they were confident that the taste would be good, and said confidently: "Brother, try it first. Although it doesn't look good, it definitely tastes good!"

The man thought that he had already spent the money, so he had to bite the bullet and try it. As soon as he took a bite, he frowned.

The soup was watery, without even a hint of meat, and the taste was just average, but it was not inedible, so I had to endure it and eat it.

I can only blame myself for being greedy. I will definitely not come next time.

When the people in the queue behind him saw that the man didn't say anything, they didn't think too much about it and continued to queue up to buy noodles.

After taking a bite, he complained angrily, "How can they sell it for only six cents when there's not even a bit of meat?"