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The next day after get off work, Ye Cheng didn't want to waste a single minute.

She ordered a lightbox fabric from a small shop near her neighborhood that makes advertising signs, and printed her own sign and payment QR code on it.

Ye Cheng wanted to rush home, so after eating, she drove her tricycle to the shop to exchange her cappuccino.

After finishing all this, it will be quite late before I can set up my stall.

Today is the first day of her stall, and Ye Cheng has only prepared thirty servings of stinky tofu to test the waters first.

The house was empty; Ji Lingfeng wasn't home, and no one knew where he was.

Ye Cheng had no time to think about it; she quickly prepared the meal and left a portion for him in the rice cooker.

After quickly finishing my meal, I loaded all the groceries and takeout containers I'd ordered online into the car, making two trips back and forth.

Ye Sheng hadn't arrived after all that was done, so Ye Cheng got anxious and made a phone call, telling Ye Sheng to go to the shop near Jingtai Garden to find her.

The shop sign outside.

The food cart's light box has three sides. The worker had just changed one of the covers when Ye Sheng came over.

He could see the three-wheeled food cart parked in front of the shop from afar.

The lightbox prominently displays the words: "Orange Wind Breaks the Waves - Stinky Tofu".

There's no need to ask; it's obvious the car owner is his good-for-nothing sister!

"Sis, what kind of crazy thing are you doing?"

Ye Sheng looked astonished, his eyes wide open.

"You're not planning to set up a street stall in your little tricycle, are you?!"

Ye Cheng didn't answer him, but took out the car keys from her bag and handed them over: "Turn left to the underground parking garage of Building 19, Jingtai Garden. Be careful with the car, and bring it back when you're done."

Ye Sheng took the car keys but wasn't in a hurry to leave. He glanced at the food cart and said sourly:

"My brother-in-law is really something! He even has my sister supporting him by selling stinky tofu at a street stall!"

Ye Cheng understood perfectly well why her younger brother's words were barbed.

Ye Sheng was angry with her because he didn't have the chance to marry a powerful brother-in-law.

It was because his sister was incompetent that her brother never had the chance to succeed.

That's his logic!

Unable to make a name for himself through his own abilities, he fantasized about relying on his sister to reap the benefits and even achieve great success. In the end, when he failed to achieve his goal, he blamed and blamed others.

There's no one else like this who's both shameless and incompetent!

Ye Cheng was already used to her younger brother's attitude. She replied calmly, "It's just about making more money. It has nothing to do with who I'm supporting."

Ye Sheng snorted softly through his nose:

"Sis, how dare you lie through your teeth? You dumped Cheng Yuan because you were after that pretty boy!"

"At least Cheng Yuan has a stable job and owns a house, what does your pretty boy have? He just wants to live off his looks!"

"Hehe, her older sister married a big boss and became a rich wife, while my older sister married a poor guy who sold goods at a street stall. So, he got rich by following his sister, while I'm still here borrowing a car from someone!"

Ye Sheng was full of complaints, rambling on like a woman.

"You still have a car to lend! If you're not satisfied, go buy your own, don't lend it to me!"

Ye Cheng grew impatient and retorted without any politeness.

Ye Sheng choked, his facial muscles twitching.

He still muttered resentfully:

"Tch, it's just a worthless piece of junk car, what can it do? In the end, it's still just renting a place. If it's so capable, it should buy the house in Jingtai Garden!"

The lightbox advertisements over there had been changed, and Ye Cheng was in a hurry to set up her stall, too lazy to argue with Ye Sheng anymore.

It's already past seven o'clock. This is my first time going, and I don't know if I can get a good spot.

"I need to get my stall up and running; I don't have time to argue with you."

She got into the tricycle and drove towards Fuxing Road, the busiest street in the vicinity.

Night falls.

The streetlights twinkled and fireworks lit up the streets of Fuxing Road.

This commercial street was built by a developer ten years ago at a cost of several billion yuan. Back then, it was a bustling commercial hub with numerous shops.

With the city's expansion and the increasing number of new commercial districts, coupled with the economic downturn in recent years, many shops have closed down or become vacant, with the remaining stores barely managing to stay afloat, leaving the entire street desolate and deserted.

Although the shops on the commercial street were deserted, it had become a popular spot for street vendors.

The vendors didn't dare to set up their stalls openly during the day; at first, they would set up their stalls secretly every few nights.

Over time, small vendors flocked to the area, making the night market on this small street increasingly popular.

Fuxing Road is quiet and deserted during the day, but it becomes bustling and lively at night.

The vendors had already taken their spots and set up their stalls early on.

There were vendors selling fruit, snacks, trinkets, socks, clothes, and bags...

The shouts and calls rose and fell, creating a lively atmosphere.

The food stalls are incredibly diverse, offering everything from barbecue and fried skewers to cold noodles, milk tea, fried chicken cutlets, and spicy hot pot...

Various aromas wafted freely in the air, colliding and spreading, stimulating the taste buds of passersby.

Ye Cheng drove the tricycle slowly, looking left and right.

Obviously, there are no good spots left.

Having just arrived, she had to figure everything out gradually, and she never imagined that her car could be parked in such a conspicuous place.

After looking around, I finally parked the car in the most inconvenient corner at the end of the street.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys!

Ye Cheng smiled, her lips curving upwards.

She's selling stinky tofu!

Once the stench of this stinky tofu wafts out, she's sure all the foodies who love it will come knocking on her door!

Ye Cheng quickly arranged all the ingredients, neatly stacked them in the packaging box, hung up the packaging bag, turned on the stove, lit the oil, and began frying the stinky tofu.

Soon, the oil in the pot became fragrant, and pieces of dark, stinky tofu tumbled, jumped, and expanded in the oil, instantly spreading a pungent and overpowering stench.

Ye Cheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Sour and refreshing!

That's it!

I'll fry the first batch of stinky tofu to make a medicinal base. If no one comes, I'll treat myself to the first serving of stinky tofu today.

"Hey, there's stinky tofu over there! The smell is almost knocking me out! I need to fight fire with fire, hurry up and buy me some!"

A young couple followed the scent from a short distance away, and the long-haired girl immediately begged her boyfriend to buy her some.

Sure enough, as soon as the stench wafted out, business came knocking on their door!

"Boss, one serving of stinky tofu, please."

The boy obediently took out his phone and proactively scanned the code to pay.

"Okay!" Ye Cheng replied happily.

"Miss, I want it extra spicy, and fry it a little longer so it's really fragrant!"

The long-haired girl added a sentence.

"no problem!"

Ye Cheng responded verbally, her hands busy at work. She quickly fried the tofu, drizzled on the signature sauce, and sprinkled on chili peppers, pickled radishes, and other condiments. A fragrant plate of stinky tofu was ready.

Looking at the tempting-looking stinky tofu, even Ye Cheng, a foodie, couldn't help but swallow.

Ye Cheng sold her first serving of stinky tofu in less than ten minutes after setting up her stall, and she was immediately filled with confidence in her small street stall business.