Probably they know that shouting would not bring in any buyers.
A bowl of porridge for five cents, a bun for three cents, and a pancake for five cents.
These prices don't seem high, but you can have these things at home, so why spend the extra money?
In front of Lin Xiang's stall, quite a few people lingered, but no one asked about the prices.
This was somewhat different from what Lin Xiang had expected.
She thought that as long as the aroma of the spicy noodles spread, many people would come to have a taste.
After all, no one who had tried her spicy noodles ever said they weren't delicious.
Even in later generations, with all the emerging spicy hotpot places, the spicy noodles she made by hand remained the favorite among her friends and family.
Seeing Lin Xiang sitting dejectedly on a stool, Lin Yun comforted her: "We've only just started, don't worry. When more people come, someone will definitely buy."
"But not even one person asked about the price?"
