The restaurants and restaurants around Huajian Bookstore were popular for a while, and there were also more diners eating noodles in the sweet cake shop on Wenfang Street.

But the good times did not last long. Fewer students ate onion noodles in less than two months. By the third month, no one was interested. These students would rather eat steamed buns and porridge, or pancake noodles than eat onion noodles.

The owners of those restaurants didn't understand and asked: "Didn't you like to make noodles with onions before? Now you have changed your taste?"

The regular customer's head was shaking like a rattle, "I ate it a few times, the smell was pounded, the taste was bitter, and the image in front of the gentleman was more important."

It turned out that at the beginning, they wanted to boil scallion oil like A Yao, and bring customers over. After tasting the sweetness, they would lose patience in boiling scallion oil. They used other scallions instead, or occasionally let the scallion pipe stick to the pan and zoomed and did not boil again. Diners could naturally taste it when they ate noodles. In addition, the onion and garlic taste was strong, and they opened their mouths to talk to others. A large smell rushed towards them. The other party had to keep a distance and smiled bitterly. The embarrassment of enlightenment at that moment made the students of the Huajian Bookstore, who were focusing on image, gradually stopped eating scallion noodles.

Several small restaurants removed the water signs for the green onion noodles, and the large restaurants still provided them. Seeing the current situation, the shopkeeper was in a very good mood to scrub his beard. Even if Boss Gu brags, the students would not appreciate the face. The signature dishes of the shop on the other side of Wenfang Street were smashed into their hands and didn't know how they tasted. The reason why the big tree attracts wind must be understood by the little girl.

The shopkeeper's slander, A Yao, only discovered that her staple food was pulled over by her opponent who was not included in the competition circle after nearly three months.

To be more precise, the one who found that the food in the sweet cake shop was stripped of was the newly-provoked young man in her shop, an eleven-year-old boy Kiryu. Don’t be too dark and thin, he is smart.

"Boss, boss, our onion noodles have been taken over by the big restaurants at the intersection of Wenfang Street. What's worse is that they even made the onion noodles so unpalatable that no one ordered them now. No wonder I said that when people who entered the store recently saw that the onion noodles were wrong, they were all hurt!" The guy Kiryu was filled with righteous indignation.

A Yao blinked and said a long time: "So that's it. Go to those stores to buy some noodles with green onion."

She handed a small bag of money, Kiryu smiled and took the money over and counted it, and gave A Yao seven copper coins. The remaining money was safely received in her arms: "I have bought it. These are the big ones, Zhenshen Building, Gaojia Restaurant, and a few small restaurants that are still making: Aunt Fang's bun shop, Lijia Restaurant and Baiwei Store."

"I'm so lucky to have a guy like you." A Yao praised, thinking that when the store improves a little, you'll pay him some money. Such a guy can't be poached.

With a bowl of water and a pair of chopsticks, A Yao tasted the noodles with green onion brought back by Kiryu. She knew it and curled her lips. "In comparison, how are the noodles sold by these stores?"

"The price of a big restaurant is the same as ours, the small ones are a cent cheaper than us. But because they are all close to the Huajian Bookstore, the scholars and scholars only know that their family has a green onion noodles, but they don't know that our family is the first shop to open green onion noodles. I'm so angry!" Kiryu was quite unwilling to accept it.

A Yao comforted Kiryu instead: "It doesn't matter, our store is not a noodle shop. They cut our recipes to prove that they can only be followers. When I opened the store, I didn't think of treating them as competitors."

Kiryu was choked by A Yao's words. Facing this little girl who was younger than her and didn't understand the truth, she was so anxious that she grabbed her head. She didn't know how to explain it clearly for a while: "Boss, but it is our foundation! It's like we have an old piece of noodles, which was taken away by someone to sell for money."

"They don't make delicious, and what's our store called?" A Yao asked back.

“Sweet cake shop.”

"Yes, we sell cakes, and we just make noodles by the way." A Yao sneered, looking quite disdainful. "So even if they peeled all our water cards, they still opened restaurants. They made so spicy chicken with onion noodles, let alone anything else. Craftsmanship can't be stolen casually."

"..." Boss, touch your conscience and look at our water signs and say it again, what are we selling?

Kiryu turned around and his eyes wandered back and forth between the noodles mixed with green onion, the noodles simmered noodles, lean meat porridge, soup buns, scallion oil pancakes, sesame paste, glutinous rice chicken, and steamed rice dumplings wrapped in lotus leaves. Finally, he looked at A Yao suspiciously.

Do we really sell cakes?

"Didn't I first check the flow of tourists and check the enemy situation and have a clear idea in my mind." A Yao beat him up, "Do it tomorrow, do it tomorrow."

Regarding the situation of stirring onions and mixing noodles, A Yao made an adjustment and reduced the amount of soup from a bowl to a teacup. She also cooked a pot of mint green orange tea. The mint green orange tea was delivered to customers who had eaten the noodles after cooking onions and mixing noodles for free.

Of course, starting from the next day, A Yao made sweet cakes one after another, making the sweet cake shop worthy of its name.

The soft and soft ones are millet cakes, triangle sugar cakes, mung bean cakes that can entertain guests without steaming and heat, square cakes with mint or rose fillings, beautiful and elegant fairy wealth cakes that can serve gods, and bamboo sticks that can be picked up along the bowls and sequels.

"Sweet cake shop finally sells sweet cakes." Kiryu complained secretly, and Ayao smiled. Most children are interested in Bozi cakes. There is nothing special about it, and the children will not come to Wenfang Street. She doesn't plan to put Bozi cakes in the store, but she can take them to the front view to sell them and make a name for her sweet cake shop.

At this time, there was no one in the store suitable for going out, so she told Kiryu to look at the store well, and she would go back.

Not long after A Yao went out, a regular customer came to the store, who was the friend of Boss Gu of Zhenbaoxuan.

Since Boss Gu had eaten noodles with green onion, he asked the guy to run errands every few days, so when Kiryu saw him, he didn't have to wait for him to say anything, so he went straight to the kitchen to make it - he opened the onion toppings, and the mixed soy sauce and scallion oil were all ready-made. He just needed to burn the noodles and put them in a bowl and it was done.

While the guy was waiting, he saw the pastry covered with saom on the counter and was surprised: "Your family finally sells pastries?"

Boss, come back and take a look. I am not the only one who thinks your sweet cake shop doesn’t sell cakes.

Kiryu's hand paused, and after passing the cold water, he took it out and saw that the guy was very interested. He lifted the gauze covers one by one, and his face was a little confused.

"Boss Gu's face is ready, what's wrong?"

"The boss said that a customer went to Zhenbaoxuan to check out jewelry tomorrow and asked me to buy some pastries, but he was tired of eating the restaurants at the Wenfang Street corner. I was a little moved by your pastries... I just had money." The guy smiled.
Chapter completed!