With one customer came another, especially around noon, when a steady stream of people trickled in. A bowl of beef soup was fifty cents, and beef offal was thirty cents.
However, the noodle threads were only two cents apiece. They were still made by Xue Jianian herself at home, a total of twenty servings. Her pot of beef soup sold over fifty servings, and those who came later didn't even get to taste the noodles.
But most of the customers said the taste was good.
By around four o'clock, the beef soup had sold out, and lastly, Xue Jianian took a little over twenty dollars and waited at home for Lu Jingqiu and the others to come.
She didn't just wait idly, though. She cooked several dishes and steamed some white rice.
This time, Lu Jingqiu and Xue Jianian were picked up by Shang Ze.
Seeing that Wei Jincheng wasn't there and Jiang Nanzhou had gone on a business trip, Shang Ze, being the only man around, felt it inappropriate to stay and rode his motorcycle back home.
