At four in the morning, little Ya got up to cook rice.
Da Zhuang loaded two stoves onto the cart, along with pots, steamers, tables, chairs, benches - filling up a whole big cart.
At first light, the family was ready to set off.
Today quite a few people were going to the market. Seeing their big cart loaded with things, wafting delicious aromas, everyone was curious.
"Da Zhuang, where are you guys going?"
Da Zhuang was honest, answering every question.
Hearing they were going to town to sell food, fellow travelers all chuckled together.
Villagers all knew that Li Yao couldn't even wash pots clean, yet she wanted to learn to sell food like others?
A toad lusting after swan meat would probably have better luck.
"These days we're all starving to death, who would spend money to buy?"
"At fifteen wen a bowl, you could buy two jin of coarse rice and feed the whole family for three days."
"Business isn't something just anyone can do, or else the streets would be full of businessmen."
...
Hearing the villagers quietly gossiping all the way, the confidence of Da Zhuang and his brothers started to fade.
"Ma, what if it really doesn't sell well?"
"Whether it sells well or not isn't up to them to say," said Li Yao. "Don't just believe whatever others say. You have to try for yourself and experience it, to really know what it's like."
Da Zhuang's face reddened and he hurriedly lowered his head to pull the cart.
Mother was right, without even trying, how could they know the result?
Arriving in town, Li Yao had already picked out a spot for their stall, near the marketplace, where foot traffic was greatest.
The few of them clumsily set up their small stall. Li Yao lifted the pot lid, immediately releasing the rich aroma. Finndd the new𝒆st 𝒏ovels on n/𝒐/velbin(.)com
Da Zhuang and his brothers hovered nervously behind the stall.
Seeing them like this, Li Yao shook her head.
These boys were good in every way, just too simple-minded, too timid.
"Let me show you how it's done," said Li Yao. "Later you just copy me calling out like this."
Li Yao cleared her throat and started shouting loudly.
"Come, come! Don't miss out!"
"Fresh and delicious stewed pork with rice or buns, only 15 wen a bowl!"
"Big portions, eat until full!"
...
After a few shouts, plus the rich smell, some passersby were immediately drawn over.
But seeing it was pig offal, they unanimously shook their heads.
"It smells good, but that stuff has a strong funky taste, probably doesn't taste good."
"Uncle," said Li Yao, "I guarantee our stew has no funky taste. Try it and you'll know."
"No need to try, anyone who's eaten it knows."
"How about this, uncle," said Li Yao. "If you're willing to be our first customer, this bowl is on the house."
The man's eyes lit up.
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