"How do you sell these cold noodles you're vending by the roadside?" the Fat Chef asked directly.
"Five wen per bowl."
Before Mu Shuangshuang came in, she observed the location of Jiu Si Xuan, which was in a relatively busy area. After entering the restaurant, she found that there were quite a few people dining here, which should be a fairly lucrative establishment.
The Fat Chef was calculating in his heart; their restaurant indeed did not have anything priced below twelve wen, whether it was sweet soup or small snacks. Therefore, the pricing for these cold noodles must definitely be higher than twelve wen.
Moreover, these cold noodles are only made in summer, so the price should be between fifteen to twenty wen, depending on the customers' reactions.
And what he would offer Mu Shuangshuang could not be less than what she earned by setting up a stall, otherwise the business wouldn't count as successful negotiations.
