Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Prince Cheng entered his usual teahouse. As soon as he entered, everyone greeted him. He waved his hand to signal everyone to stand up, and then sat down in his reserved seat.

The waiter quickly brewed a pot of tea and brought it over, along with some melon seeds and snacks.

The storyteller was also ready and began to tell his story.

He slammed his gavel and began to speak eloquently: "It is said that in the south there is a reclusive family, descendants of the God of Cookery..."

The old master of the Earl of Dingyuan's mansion spoke up: "Oh, today's notebook is new."

The youngest son of the General of the Nation also said, "Indeed, today is the story of the God of Cookery."

The old King Anping muttered, "A culinary god? There's no such thing as a culinary god in this world."

Prince Cheng took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Speaking of culinary masters, it reminds me of a bowl of noodles with soybean paste I ate at a shop yesterday. The owner's cooking skills were simply amazing. In my opinion, he's not much different from a culinary master."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Prince Cheng as if he were some rare and exotic creature.

Good heavens, who has ever seen Prince Cheng praise someone like this, giving such high praise to noodles with soybean paste?

There were a few gourmets in the teahouse who knew that Prince Cheng and Princess Huayang's youngest son had gone to a small restaurant yesterday, so they asked, "Your Highness, is that restaurant really that delicious?"

Prince Cheng, unhurriedly, peeled a melon seed and gave it to the parrot: "It suits my taste, but whether it suits yours, I don't know."

Whether it suits you or not, you'll know once you try it.

Though no one showed it on their faces, they were already planning to try it after listening to the story.

Lin Xiaoqian's business is booming.

In the morning, a dozen or so people each ate two bowls of noodles with soybean paste, and some even ordered three bowls. Nearly forty bowls were sold in one go.

People outside saw that the shop was full of people and wanted to come in and try it. By noon, more than seventy bowls had been sold.

Looking at the meager amount of fried sauce, Lin Xiaoqian thought she could close up shop early today.

The system gave her the task of selling 200 bowls within half a month, but she thought she could sell them all in three days.

I glanced at the data on the system: 88/200.

I looked at the fried sauce in the pot again; there were about twelve or thirteen portions.

If I prepare another 100 tomorrow, the task will be completed. Yay!

Lin Xiaoqian quickly washed the dishes and chopsticks while there were no customers around, otherwise they would be out of use.

The shop door opened with a "ding-a-ling".

"Boss, I'd like a bowl of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste)!"

"I want a bowl of Zhajiangmian too!"

"Me too..."

. . .

Lin Xiaoqian came out of the kitchen and saw more than a dozen people standing in the shop, some old and some young, dressed in fine clothes and wearing gold crowns. Some of them were even carrying birdcages, and they looked powerful and influential.

Lin Xiaoqian said apologetically, "Everyone, there's not much fried sauce left, enough to make about ten bowls. What do you think..."

Everyone frowned. There were fifteen of them in total. How were they going to divide them up?

An old man said, "Young lady, if you run out of fried sauce, just make some more."

Lin Xiaoqian glanced at the sky outside, wondering if her plan to leave work early today was going to fall through, and said, "This fried sauce takes a bit of time."

The old man put the birdcage on the table and said, "It's alright, I can wait."

The others chimed in, "How could we keep you waiting, young lady? Make a bowl for the old Prince Anping first."

Although the old Prince Anping was a prince of the county, he was a member of the royal family, and apart from Prince Cheng, he held the highest position among those present.

Lin Xiaoqian fell silent for a moment; they were indeed a group of royalty and nobility.

But she didn't want to make noodles with soybean paste today. She's not a workaholic; she'd been cooking noodles all morning, and there were still dozens of bowls to wash.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Xiaoqian turned and went to the kitchen, used up all the sauce, put a little less noodles in each bowl to make fifteen bowls, and took them out.

"I didn't want to keep everyone waiting, so I put in less noodles and made fifteen bowls. Please try them, they're all free. If you like them, please come again tomorrow."

Everyone was surprised to hear this; there were people who wouldn't take business that was offered to them.

They also heard that she was offering them a free trial, and they all thought this young lady was quite generous and knew how to handle things.

But they're all loaded, so we'll talk about money after we've tried the noodles.

So everyone picked up a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, picked it up and put it in their mouths.

It's okay if they don't eat, but once they start eating, they won't make a sound.

The sauce was rich and thick, the noodles were chewy, and the toppings were crisp. Prince Cheng was right; the owner's skills were indeed superb.

Everyone was engrossed in eating, and the only sound in the shop was the slurping of noodles.

Lin Xiaoqian went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Damn it, she bought a dishwasher but now she can only look at it and do nothing. Next time she will definitely get some electricity!

After finishing his noodles, Old Anping wiped the sauce from his mouth, glanced around casually, and immediately noticed the red cabinet next to the cashier, which contained many colorful bottles.

"Young lady? Boss?"

Hearing her called, Lin Xiaoqian wiped her hands and came out from the kitchen: "Guest, what is it?"

The old Prince Anping pointed to the red cabinet and asked, "What's in there?"

Lin Xiaoqian glanced at it and said, "This is for drinks. Would you like something to drink?"

The old Prince Anping nodded and asked, "What kind of drinks do you have?"

"We have juice, milk tea, herbal tea, and soda. What would you like to drink?"

The previous few King Anpings could understand what they were, but what was this soda?

I don't know, but I'd like to try it.

"Then let's have soda."

Lin Xiaoqian took out several bottles from the cabinet: "We have Coke, Sprite, Fanta, Jianlibao, oh, and sparkling water. Which one would you like to drink?"

The old Prince Anping frowned. How could there be so many choices?

He examined the bottle closely. The dark one looked like medicine, but no, the green one looked creepy, and the orange one looked like orange juice.

The old Prince Anping pointed to the orange-flavored Fanta: "This one will do."

Lin Xiaoqian put the others back, and the others quickly stopped her, saying, "Hey, young lady, don't rush, I want the green one."

"I want the black one, it looks kind of fun."

"I want the one without color."

. . .

More than a dozen people chose what they wanted to drink.

Lin Xiaoqian gave them cups, taught them how to open the lids, and told them not to take the bottles with them.

The group of people took a small sip, savoring it as if they were drinking alcohol.

Old King Anping tasted the soda in his hand. It seemed to be orange juice, but it was sweeter. It had a numbing sensation in his mouth, but after swallowing it, he felt very satisfied.

Prince Cheng entered at this moment, glanced at the crowded shop, and felt a little smug.

"Oh, Your Highness has arrived." Everyone greeted him.

Prince Cheng chuckled and said, "You all have quite the speed." In the short time it took him to go home and fetch some jars, the people had already started eating.

Lin Xiaoqian came out after hearing the voice. Seeing that it was a regular customer, she was not surprised and said, "It's really unfortunate, the fried sauce is already sold out. If you want to eat it, please come again tomorrow."

Prince Cheng was shocked: "What? It's not even noon yet, and they're already sold out?"

Then he glared at the people eating noodles. "Are you all pigs? Eating so much! He only went home once, and now he won't be able to eat noodles with soybean paste today."

If I had known better, why did I go to that teahouse today? And why did I tell these people that the noodles with soybean paste were delicious? He practically invited a wolf into the house!

Lin Xiaoqian said with a smile, "It's all thanks to the support of the local people that I've sold so many bowls in no time."

It turns out that the local residents came to eat there. Ah! I really envy them.

Prince Cheng now regrets his overreaching efforts. With a reclusive family involved, there's no shortage of business.

As a result, he went out of his way to promote it, but ended up not getting to eat it himself. He really brought it on himself!