""Noodles?" Hua Ermu raised an eyebrow.
"That's right!" Hua Xiaomai squeezed her eyes at her, very certain, "The noodles I make are numerous, whether hot or cold, clear broth or thick soup, savory, spicy, or even uniquely flavored... as long as you can think of it, I can make it for you on the spot. Noodles are versatile, suitable for a proper dinner or a late-night snack, both affordable and filling, the easiest food to be accepted by people! Once the stall starts doing well, it won't be too late to consider serving other foods!"
"Makes sense." Jing Taihe nodded.
Seeing that her husband agreed, Hua Ermu could hardly sit still, grabbing Hua Xiaomai's wrist with a flurry, "If that's the case, why don't we set up the stall tomorrow evening? Yes, first thing tomorrow morning, I will go with you to buy more vegetables, and then..."
