Fat Chef looked anxious, Mu Shuangshuang noticed and had another layer of plan in her heart.
She naturally wanted to make money, but if she had to come every day, she couldn't handle it. After all, making cold noodles once nearly took her an hour.
The next day, she would have to rush over more than ten miles of mountain road, she couldn't handle it for now.
Plus, this thing, cold noodles, if eaten too often, would surely become tiresome. Once it became tiresome, the card she held would be useless.
"Fat uncle, actually for you now, guests' demand not being met isn't necessarily a bad thing."
"Think about it, everyone wanting it certainly proves this thing is precious. If you easily brought it out, wouldn't everyone think it's just a common thing, easy to get."
"Over time, they wouldn't love to eat it anymore, the business of cold noodles would break down. To maintain longevity, first, let them have less contact, and secondly, change the flavors constantly."
