Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Chapter 138 Outsiders

His voice startled Zheng Huaming.

"Tang Yanshu, as a county magistrate, have you stayed in this countryside for too long that you have forgotten the most basic etiquette when visiting someone else's house? Don't you know to inform the host? Is it really okay for you to just come in like this?" Zheng Huaming retorted to him rudely.

"What do you mean other people's homes? I'm going to my husband's home. Why do I need a pass? A pass is for outsiders. I'm not an outsider." Tang Yanshu retorted without any politeness.

After saying this, he greeted everyone, which frightened Yang Dashan and his family so much that they quickly stood up and stood aside.

"Sir, I heard that you were not feeling well? Would you like to see a doctor?" Tang Yanshu walked up to Mr. Zheng and asked.

"Yes, it's nothing serious, everything will be fine." Mr. Zheng waved his hand indifferently.

"What do you mean it's no big deal? It almost caused a fever. How can you call such an urgent matter no big deal?" Zheng Huaming thought about how it wasn't a big deal yesterday morning, but his throat was swollen at noon. It shows how serious the disease is.

If it weren't for Xiaocao'er's medicine, who knows what would have happened now? I'm scared just thinking about it now.

"Why didn't you send someone to inform me if the situation is so serious?" Tang Yanshu said.

"You're not a doctor. What's the use of notifying you? What can you do?" Zheng Huaming and Tang Yanshu seemed to be enemies, arguing with each other about everything.

"Can I call a doctor? Also, the teacher is sick, and as his student, don't I have to be by his side to serve him?" Tang Yanshu asked back.

"Okay, have you had lunch?" Qi Xingyun asked at the right time.

Just as he finished speaking, Uncle Quan and his servants came in with a tray. He knew at a glance that it was Tang Yanshu's lunch.

Qi Xingyun: Okay, just pretend I didn’t ask. Sorry for bothering you.

While Tang Yanshu was eating, Zheng Huaming talked to Yang Dashan about vermicelli again.

"Uncle Dashan, is vermicelli a new food made at home?" Zheng Huaming asked Yang Dashan directly.

What he didn't know was: Hua Ming, even if you ask me, Xiao Cao has to make the decision. I can't make the decision unless my daughter lets me do it.

Yang Dashan: “Yes, it’s newly made.”

Zheng Huaming: That’s all? Nothing else to say?

Yang Dashan: No, I can only say that it is newly made. I don’t know if I can tell you the rest.

"Auntie, I wonder what this vermicelli is made of. It's so delicious." Zheng Huaming changed his target and asked.

When Mrs. Yang heard Zheng Huaming say that vermicelli was delicious, she immediately perked up.

"It tastes delicious, right? It took us a long time to make it." Old Mrs. Yang looked proud.

"Auntie is really amazing. She made such delicious food."

"We worked together on this. I couldn't have done it alone."

"This lady is going to process this vermicelli. Is she going to sell it or is she just making it for herself?"

"Of course it's for sale. Why? My little Cao hasn't told you about this yet?"

"No." Zheng Huaming was also confused. They had been together for the past two days, so why didn't she tell him?

When Mrs. Yang heard that Zheng Huaming didn't know that the vermicelli at home was going to be sold, she became anxious. "We already have hundreds of kilograms of vermicelli at home, and we use up several baskets of sweet potatoes every day. How can we not sell them?"

Seeing Zheng Huaming asking his grandmother such flattering questions, Damao couldn't help but shake his head and said to him, "Brother Huaming, if you want to know about vermicelli, you'd better ask Xiaocao'er. No one else in the family knows as much as she does, so it's useless for you to ask."

Yes, how could I forget her?

Whenever the Yang family tinkers with something, is there always this little girl involved?

It must be because they haven't come up with anything new in a long time, so I forgot about it.

At this time, Xiao Cao'er was chatting with Qi Xingyun. They hadn't seen each other for a long time.

They are all busy, and even if they have nothing to do, they will go around and it is impossible for them to stay in Pingjiang County all the time.

Qi Xingyun was telling Xiaocaoer about the interesting things he had seen and heard outside, and Xiaocaoer looked longing as he listened.

At this time, Xiao Caoer really yearns for it. In her previous life, she traveled all over the world due to special reasons for her work.

Since I came here, the farthest place I have been to is Pingjiang County, and the highest altitude I have reached is the mountain behind the village.

Alas, when will I grow up and be able to travel around? The world is so big and I want to go and see it.

"Xiao Cao'er, what are you thinking about? Are you sleepy because you didn't take a nap?" Zheng Huaming waved his hand in front of Xiao Cao'er.

"Brother Hua Ming, I'm not sleepy, I'm just thinking about something." Xiao Cao'er smiled.

"I never thought of asking you about the vermicelli I ate yesterday. How do you plan to sell it?" Zheng Huaming went straight to the point.

"Just sell it like this? How else can you sell it?" Xiao Cao'er asked with a confused look on her face.

Zheng Huaming: How else can it be sold? Good question, I would like to know that too.

But Zheng Huaming didn't say anything. He just looked at her. He could tell at a glance that she was lost in thought, but he didn't know what she was thinking about.

Xiao Cao'er answered instinctively just now. She didn't come back to her senses until she finished speaking.

"Oh, sorry, Brother Hua Ming, please say no again, I didn't hear you clearly."

"I'm asking you how you want to sell the vermicelli?" Zheng Huaming said again.

"Brother Hua Ming, do you have any ideas?" Xiao Cao'er asked back.

"I don't have any ideas. You are the boss. I will do whatever you want." Zheng Huaming advocated that you are the one who has the final say and you are the one who makes the decisions in your territory.

"Brother Hua Ming, what do you think about us opening a store that specializes in this noodle dish?"

"This idea is good, but isn't it a waste for such a big store to only sell one kind of powder?" said Zheng Huaming.

“You don’t need a big store, just five or six tables will do. People eat noodles very quickly and leave right after they finish, unlike in a restaurant where you sit and drink and chat slowly.

Our vermicelli shop focuses on fast food, just like eating wontons. No one who eats wontons will sit in the shop for a long time unless there is a special reason.

"The main idea is to speed up the process so that there will be more people and customers. This is a good idea," said Qi Xingyun.

"Yes, that's what Brother Xingyun meant." Xiao Cao nodded.

"How much money can a small store make?" Zheng Huaming is a businessman and he has to consider all kinds of situations.

Xiao Cao'er didn't think so. "Brother Hua Ming, don't underestimate a small shop like this. A small shop means a small investment and a small number of staff. You definitely can't compare the amount of money you make with a big shop like the Jixiang Restaurant."

"More importantly, I can open a few stores like this in a larger county, but how many Jixiang Restaurants can be opened in a county? Small sums can lead to long-term losses, Brother Hua Ming, please think about it carefully." Xiao Cao'er gestured with her chin for him to think about it.