Chen Qingqing turned around and sighed deeply.
Sister Gu told her that she must be enthusiastic and kind to customers. She must sound sweet and smile.
She immediately cooked a bowl of noodles and served the lady. She then grabbed another bowl for the child.
Gu Qingyao had finished eating. She understood that this was the first time the siblings were starting a business. Many people were just standing around, but all of them were hesitating as it was a new stall. However, the fragrance of the noodles made it hard for them to leave.
It was slightly expensive for a forty-cent noodle, but it was different with sliced pork inside. Furthermore, the soup was unique.
However, people who were standing around did not have any idea.
Gu Qingyao walked over towards a middle-aged man who was standing near the child just now. She smiled, "Uncle, do you want to get a bowl of noodles? We have homemade chilli paste. Trust me, it's delicious!"
