Xue Sifu laughed, "This way, we can actually sell it in town if we don't add a lot of flour. It's better to try to get cheaper rice flour. We're not from the North, flour is expensive here."
"That's true." Xue Erfu agreed.
Jiang Yue and Xue Yan were eating, so they didn't say anything. They just ate their fried rice noodles in their small bowls.
Xue Sifu took another big bite, then turned to Xue Yan and smiled, "Xue Yan, you have to help me write a banner. When I sell rice noodles, I'll name the shop Xue's Rice Noodles. I looked around and saw many people naming their shops with their surnames. The rice noodles really are like threads. In the future, this would be called rice noodles! It was also because I happened to hear you talking to Jiang Yue just now. You seemed to be talking about something about rice and thread, so I thought about it and decided to name it rice noodles."
