The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

She prepared a bowl of chili sauce, and the aroma immediately filled the air.

"Cold skin noodles for sale! Cold skin noodles for sale! The best cold skin noodles in Qingshi Town!"

What is liangpi (cold skin noodles)?

The translucent substance in the bowl, mixed with chili oil, looked very appetizing.

"what is this?"

Seeing that someone was looking for something, Fang Xiaoning's face lit up with delight: "Liangpi (cold skin noodles), a fresh delicacy, the first of its kind in Qingshi Town. It not only looks good, but it tastes even better, so chewy and delicious. It's the most refreshing thing to eat in the summer."

"Liangpi? What's that? How much is a serving?" Passersby stopped to investigate when they heard it was something new. Gradually, a crowd gathered around the stall.

Fang Xiaoning picked up a portion of the mixed food, skewered it with a bamboo skewer, and said, "Try it! It's free!"

"for free?"

"Well, just trying it out, everyone come on, have a taste!"

Not many people would be willing to spend money to try something new, so she specially asked Song An to shave a bunch of bamboo skewers, and cut the cold noodles into short, thin pieces.

"Come on, everyone, grab a piece and try it! Let's see how our cold noodles are!"

Song Feng stood there dumbfounded, wondering how his wife had come to this conclusion so easily!

Nobody dislikes something free. The first person grabbed one, put it in their mouth, and took a gentle bite. The chewy texture and the spicy flavor spread throughout their mouth—it was so refreshing!

"This tastes good, but 8 coins is really too expensive. Can you make it cheaper?"

"Sir, we use wheat flour here. How much does wheat flour cost per pound? We've also added so many vegetables. Look how much oil we've put in this chili sauce. Besides, this cold noodle dish is difficult and time-consuming to make. It costs 8 coins, so we don't make much money."

"Give me one to try!"

"Hey, go ahead and take it!"

"Objectively speaking, considering that this is the only one of its kind in Qing Shi Town, 8 coins is not expensive at all, don't you think?"

The man smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the previous dish.

"Okay, give me a bowl! Extra chili."

"Come on!"

She deftly sliced ​​a sheet of cold skin noodles, added seasonings, and then a generous spoonful of chili oil, before stirring it all together. Those watching couldn't help but drool; it looked so delicious.

"Sir, your cold noodles are ready!"

The man took it and stuffed it into his mouth. "Flavorful, delicious!" He thoroughly enjoyed the spiciness!

During the live mukbang, some viewers couldn't resist and exclaimed, "Make me a bowl too!"

"okay!"

"I'll have a bowl too! Extra chili!"

"Please wait!"

The two of them worked together, one collecting money and handing out bowls, the other mixing the cold noodles – their roles were clearly defined.

"I'll have a bowl too!"

"........."

"........."

In less than an hour, all 40 bowls of cold noodles were sold out. Fang Xiaoning and Song Feng exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise. This business was a sure thing!

"Boss, I'll have some cold noodles to go."

"Mix two portions for me."

"Sorry, sir, we're sold out of liangpi (cold skin noodles). We'll be back tomorrow. Would you like to come back tomorrow?"

"Gone so quickly? You guys were so poorly prepared!"

"I'm sorry, we're out of stock for today. Could you come earlier tomorrow?"

"Let's do it."

The woman went home and said that the food was delicious and chewy, so her father-in-law asked her to bring some back for him to try. Actually, she wanted to try it too. Alas, it was sold out.

"Boss, is this a place that sells liangpi (cold skin noodles)?"

"Sorry, sir, we're sold out. Please come back tomorrow; we'll be selling here again tomorrow..."

After working hard for half a day, neither of them felt tired because they were earning money. They quickly packed up their stall and went to buy noodles.

How many noodles do we want to buy?

"Ten jin, I guess."

One hundred bowls should be enough to sell, since there aren't many people in this town.

Song Feng calculated that even after spending all the copper coins he had, it still wasn't enough.

"I'll make more bamboo bowls and chopsticks when I get back."

They have nowhere to wash the bowls, and they can't give away bowls that others have already used. Ideally, they should have as many bowls and chopsticks as they need to stock. He has already made 50 sets, and he needs to make another 50.

"Can you make it?"

"Sure, Xiao An can do it too. It'll be quick if the two of them work together."

When she gets home, she has to make liangpi (cold skin noodles) and teach her mother-in-law how to make it; otherwise, she'll be exhausted if the volume gets too large.

"How is it?" You're back so early? She thought she wouldn't see him until the afternoon.

After washing the clothes, Madam Su was restless and moved a stool to sit by the door to wait for them. She knew it was hard to earn money outside and was worried that they would be harassed or that the goods wouldn't sell—this was almost half of Xiao Ning's dowry money!

"Sold, Mother, all sold out!"

"really?"

"Yes, Mom and I will make liangpi (cold skin noodles) this afternoon. I'll teach you."

“Okay, I’ll do it from now on. You have to do both the work and the sales, and your body can’t take it.”

Fang Xiaoning just smiled and remained silent. Her mother-in-law's health really wasn't up to making cold noodles; it looked simple, but making too many was exhausting. This was just hard-earned money.

After resting for a while, she started kneading and letting the dough rest. Mrs. Su was dumbfounded watching her daughter-in-law's strength as she kneaded the dough; she couldn't seem to do it!

Xiao Anzi, it seems, didn't have that kind of strength either.

But she dared not say it; she couldn't even knead dough, it would be too embarrassing to tell anyone.

"Mom, from now on, I'll go out after I've finished kneading the dough. You're not strong enough, so you can just sit and slowly wash the dough. As for steaming the cold noodles, I can steam them when I get home."

Su was somewhat embarrassed; she was indeed quite useless.

"So this is how you wash your face!"

"Yes, keep washing until only a little bit of gluten is left. It's not tiring, just time-consuming. From now on, it will be hard on Mom and Xiao An."

"This is all the two of us can do."

They have a good sense of self-awareness.

[PS: Thank you to Kang Weijia from Fujian Province, Blue Warmth, and Lu Huang from Meicheng for the generous donations!]