Before long, a long line had formed in front of Ni Yang's stall.
"The flavor here is really authentic."
"Although it's five cents cheaper per bowl over there, I always feel like something's missing."
"Thank goodness I ran fast; otherwise, it'd definitely have been me at the back of the line again."
"Boss, I want a bowl of pickled vegetable noodles."
"I want a bowl too."
"..."
Li Gongcheng sat at his table, watching Ni Yang ladling noodles unhurriedly at her stall, with utter astonishment in his eyes.
No wonder she prepared so many ingredients this morning. She must have foreseen this scene.
Ni Yang's place was packed, but in contrast, there were only a few customers at Sun Chunxiang's place.
Sun Chunxiang initially thought that her place would be exceptionally busy this morning, so she specially prepared more than two thousand bowls of soup noodles and even summoned her sister-in-law to come and help.
But she didn't anticipate this situation.
