Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 36

GOOD WINE NEEDS NO BUSH

Ni Yang was open for only five days, but she has already brought a considerable amount of foot traffic to the morning market.

With her good looks and deliciously made Pickled Vegetable Noodles, there were even people who came specifically to try her Pickled Fish Noodles.

This validated an old saying.

"Good wine needs no bush."

Even those who had been doing business for more than a decade were outperformed by the young girl.

The more they thought about it, the more ashamed they felt.

"Look at how she sways her hips. What a flirt! I can't tell if she's here to sell noodles or to sell flesh!" a mother and daughter pair selling Buns exclaimed indignantly, casting hostile glances in Ni Yang's direction.

Selling flesh.

This was an insinuation that Ni Yang was using her looks to attract customers.

The mother's name was Sun Chunxiang and her daughter's Zhu Yonghong.

Zhu Yonghong watched Ni Yang busily serving customers, feeling a sourness welling up inside her.

Ni Yang, who looked even younger than her, was not only attractive but also very business savvy. In just a few days she had taken all their business away!

While Ni Yang's stand buzzed like a bustling marketplace, her own sat silent and deserted. Zhu Yonghong was overwhelmed with frustration.

Before Ni Yang arrived, their Buns were the best-selling, and out of everyone on the street, she was known for her striking features and was affectionately called the 'Dumplings Beauty'.

Now, Ni Yang not only stole her business but also her honor.

'Noodle Beauty' will surely emerge soon! Zhu Yonghong thought bitterly.

No.

She absolutely cannot let this happen. She would not let anyone take what's hers.

Sun Chunxiang looked disdainfully at Ni Yang, "This kind of business, which depends on selling flesh, won't last long. We will just wait until she cries."

"You're right," Zhu Yonghong responded, narrowing her eyes, she added in a soft voice, "Who knows if someone will find something filthy in her noodles one day?"

Hearing the implication in her daughter's words, Sun Chunxiang looked at Zhu Yonghong in surprise, "Honghong?"

Zhu Yonghong folded her arms, smiling, "Don't worry, Mum. I know my limits." Zhu Yonghong was a street expert, she knew many bad guys in society through selling buns.

If she really wanted to do something, it would be easy peasy.

Although this period was marked by a strict crackdown on crime, there were still many who dared to take risks.

By the time Ni Yang sold out all of her 500 bowls of noodles, it was already half past ten in the morning.

Even though it was late, there were still many people who hadn't eaten, waiting in line.

Ni Yang wished she could sell more noodles each day, but she had other things to do. Besides, her body could not handle much more, she was, after all, only seventeen.

Transporting nearly two hundred kilograms of soup from the outskirts to the city every day was already the limit of what her physique could manage.

Today she sold over five hundred and sixty bowls of noodles, making a total of 168.3 yuan.