Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

"How much do you sell this water?"

It tasted fresh. Although I had watermelon juice at home, it wasn't as good as the one at this stall. "Forget it, are you selling me this recipe? Fifty taels of silver, will you?"

Feng Lan heard that this person was asking about the price and then wanted to buy the secret recipe. Although she was very happy to accept the huge sum of fifty taels, the recipe of Sprite was very simple, but the machine needed to produce the most critical bubbles could not be produced now, so she could only reluctantly refuse.

"Sir, this watermelon juice is fifteen copper coins a cup. After all, it takes several watermelons to make this cup of water. You can't buy the secret recipe. It's an ancestral recipe, and I'm saving it to attract customers!"

Feng Lan shook his head honestly, pretending to be an upright peddler. The young man in brocade blue clothes raised the price several times, but seeing that Feng Lan really disagreed, he had to shake his head. He finished a bowl of cold noodles and packed away several servings of sweet and spicy and spicy cold noodles.

The servant next to him gave Feng Lan one or two taels of silver and left with the cold noodles.

Feng Lan earned 1.5 taels in the morning and was in a good mood. The old man next to him was extremely envious. After all, it was rare to meet such a generous customer. Normally, he might not be able to earn 1.5 taels in a whole day.

"Hey, look at you, this is the wealthy young master of the Cui family in Rongcheng. He's already paid 130 taels for your recipe, so why don't you sell it? It's just watermelon juice. How much watermelon juice do you have to sell to make that much money?"

The old man felt distressed, because this money was enough to buy a good cow to plow the land, build a good house in the village, and buy a few acres of good farmland!

The old man kept muttering to himself. Normally, he was not the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs, but perhaps because this young man looked so friendly, he couldn't help but say so much.

Feng Lan didn't say anything, but just smiled and mixed a small portion of cold noodles for the old man, "Eat."

Stop nagging about it after you’ve eaten it, sir.

The old man was not stingy. Feng Lan insisted on putting the cold noodles on his stall. He also made the most complicated dragon-shaped sugar figure for Feng Lan. It was delicious, and it looked really good. He was not willing to make it because the turntable could not turn it normally. After all, this dragon shape was much more complicated than other shapes of sugar figures.

Feng Lan inserted the sugar man into the backpack, thinking about something. She felt that she seemed to be particularly popular in this copy?

She wasn't the type to be enthusiastic the moment we met, but she had a better impression of me than the average stranger.

The previous copy didn't have this effect. If I were to explain the difference between myself and the previous copy...

"Is this the effect of being a neutral good alignment?"

Feng Lan thought of the small village she had just entered in the dungeon. The man looked ferocious and ruthless when he attacked. He was obviously a habitual murderer. Feng Lan was not sure about the other party's camp, but it was definitely different from hers. If she entered the small village and also did not have a pass, would the villagers' attitude be different?

There is no point in thinking too much. Anyway, this camp has not had any negative impact on Feng Lan's mission for the time being.

Feng Lan spent the whole morning buying cold noodles. She didn't even recognize the words here. Every time someone came and saw the new stall, they would ask out of curiosity, but most people were discouraged by the price.

"Six coppers a portion! That's just a little, and it's more expensive than meat! I can't afford it!"

"Hey young man, noodles, some vegetables and shredded chicken are so expensive, how can I afford it?"

"How about you give me a discount, three copper coins a piece and some shredded chicken?"

When faced with those who couldn't afford it, Feng Lan was fine and just smiled. But when faced with those who simply cut it in half and asked her to add something, Feng Lan rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention, "It's up to you to buy it or not!"

"I wonder who would buy something like this from you!"

The middle-aged man was humiliated by Feng Lan and left angrily.

Under the old man's wide-eyed gaze, Feng Lan took out a small folding stool from her backpack. It was so tiring to just stand there.