"Little brother, does the spicy soup taste good?" Zhao Ling'er was very happy, and the business was coming.
"It tastes good, it tastes good. I'll let my grandma try it soon!"
"Be good, drink slowly, don't burn it." The woman had no choice but to follow him.
"Boss, give me a bowl too!" A tall man with a beard walked downstairs.
"Okay!" Zhao Ling'er quickly agreed and served him soup.
"Brother, we also have freshly fried fried dough sticks here, which are fragrant and soft. Do you want to try them?" Zhao Linger took advantage of the situation to promote.
"Youtiao? Give me ten!"
"Okay!" Zhao Ling'er quickly wrapped the fried dough sticks in paper and handed them to her elder brother.
"And there are fried dough sticks? I want it too! I want it too!" The little boy also shouted.
"Okay, give us a fried dough stick too!" said the elderly woman.
Bang bang, a young woman slowly came downstairs. She glanced at the little boy, with a loving smile on her face.
"Wenxuan, what are you eating?" the woman asked softly.
"Mom, come and try it! This spicy soup is so delicious!" The little boy stood up excitedly and ran over to pull his mother.
"Young mistress." The older woman also stood up and helped the young woman.
"Aunt Zhang, let's have breakfast here. Look how delicious Wenxuan's food is."
"Okay. Okay." Aunt Zhang agreed hastily.
"Boss, give us two more bowls of spicy soup and three fried dough sticks."
"Okay!" Zhao Ling'er looked at this elegant young woman and felt inexplicably comfortable.
The young woman was a little surprised when she saw her, but she quickly recovered her composure.
Seeing them eating here, some people came over one after another to drink spicy soup.
It's only eight o'clock now, and the rest will definitely not last until ten o'clock.
"Hey, little brother." Zhao Ling'er walked up to the front desk clerk.
"Can you help me tell the spicy soup seller and ask him to bring over 30 bowls and 80 fried dough sticks?"
"Yes, yes, but you have to give me 10 cents for running errands first!"
"10 Wen!" Zhao Ling'er silently calculated in her mind: a bowl of soup earned half a Wen, two fried dough sticks earned half a Wen, 80 bowls of soup earned 40 Wen, 180 deep-fried dough sticks earned 45 Wen, a total of 85...
"No problem, go and come back quickly. It will be delivered within half an hour. If it is late for half an hour, half of the wages will be deducted!"
Before he finished speaking, the guy had already disappeared.
The morning's work was finally over. Zhao Ling'er counted the 75 coins in his hand twice to make sure it was correct.
She took out 10 coins, returned to the spicy soup shop, and gave it to Wu's mother.
Next, she has to think carefully about how to gain a foothold here.
The most important thing is to buy yourself some clothes first.
No, she still has to book a room first, forget it, buy clothes first, and then go back to Junpeng Inn.
"Wu Ma, I'll come see you again at 5 p.m."
It was more lively at Junpeng Inn, so she returned to the commercial street.
There are many connected ready-made clothing shops here. It turns out that clothing stores in ancient times were also so developed. It seems that women’s money is easy to make!
Zhao Ling'er walked into a ready-made clothing store. There were rows of bundles of colorful fabrics on the table, and they were all very beautiful.
There are also ready-made clothes hanging on the wall, but they are too big.
"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this cloth?"
"30 cents a horse."
"How about making it into ready-made clothes?"
"A set of 20 coins."
"Does a kid like me also get a set of 20 coins?"
"You?" The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Ling'er and said, "You're a kid, so you only need 15 coins per set."
"Then can I specify the style?"
"Ah, look at what's hanging on the wall. I can make all of these. You can choose one."
Zhao Ling'er looked at it from left to right and shook her head.
"These styles are not good-looking. Can I draw them and you can make them into finished products for me?"
"Hey, little girl, you have a lot of requests! I want to see what style you want?" After saying that, the shopkeeper brought a piece of paper and a writing brush and placed them on the table.
Zhao Ling'er thought for a while and started to draw.
It will be late autumn soon, so I need to make a cotton-padded coat first.
Instead of a high collar, go for a V-neck, which will make your neck look longer. There should be fur around the collar so that it is warm. Use plate buckles for the buttons. By the way, you also need a dark green belt to make your waist appear slim. Well, just use the lighter one.
It should be cyan patterned fabric. Pair it with a dark blue waist-length pleated skirt. It needs to be clean. Well, that's it.
Draw the picture and give it to the shopkeeper.
"Well, it's not difficult. It's just that this set of clothes costs at least 500 yuan. Can you afford it, little girl?" The shopkeeper took the picture, looked left and right, and couldn't help but smile on his face.
"500 Wen?" Zhao Ling'er was shocked.
A piece of cloth costs 30 Wen, and 500 Wen can buy 17 pieces of cloth.
This...high-end clothing customization?
Can't afford it. Can't afford it.
"Forget it, just give me a set of your ready-made clothes." Zhao Ling'er said helplessly.
After taking the clothes, Zhao Ling'er suddenly thought: "How about I buy some more cloth and ask Mother Wu if she knows how to make it?"
"Shopkeeper, where is the picture I drew just now?"
"What picture?"
"Just the one I drew on the table just now!"
"Oh, didn't you want it? I threw it away."
"Did you throw it away?" Zhao Ling'er frowned, angry and helpless.
I took my clothes and counted them, and found that I had 50 coins left.
After yawning and not having a good sleep last night, Zhao Ling'er hurried back to Junpeng Inn and booked a comfortable big bed room. She wanted to have a good sleep with Wu's mother tonight!
After squinting for a while, it was almost dark.
Zhao Ling'er got up and went to find Wu's mother.
"Ahem, Linger! You can go to bed by yourself. I'll go back to my son's house. That's fine." Wu Ma pushed Zhao Linger's hand away and said with a smile.
"Wu Ma, Wen'e did that to you. From now on, you live with me and I will provide for you in old age. You don't have to be afraid of her!" Zhao Ling'er took Ma Wu's arm.
"No, no, after all, I still have my son. When I get old and can't walk, he will definitely support me! You, a little girl, have just earned a few pennies, so don't spend money lavishly, just save it.
"Wu Ma pushed Zhao Ling'er's hand away again and slowly went home.