The person took the scallion pancake and bit into it immediately, finding it incredibly delicious, better than any pancake they had ever had, especially since it was fresh out of the pan, almost scalding the mouth upon biting.
"Give me another one," he couldn’t help but take another bite, and handed over 40 cents, Qin Xiangnuan deftly clipped another pancake for him, while the ones in the pan were almost ready.
This person walked away munching on two pancakes, clearly someone who wasn’t short of money. Just by looking at their attire, one could tell—Capital City was the capital, the former Imperial Palace, and not many living within were poor.
When Qin Xiangnuan first chose this spot, she knew the business here would definitely thrive, but she hadn’t expected it to be this bustling. She hadn’t rested at all, continuously serving the commuters, and with business booming , she thought she might need to hire someone to help. Yet, she was fearful of finding another Wendi.
Sometimes, she really reflected on that saying.
Once bitten by a snake, one fears the well rope for ten years.
Soon after, those elderly who exercised in the morning all came by, each of them exuding an aura as if they had a martial background, which seemed tempered by age into something kinder and gentler, but still, an intense energy not found in ordinary people was detectable.
Oh, someone’s selling food.
"Seems like business is pretty good, the young lady is quite sharp," a silver-haired elder came over, sheer vitality emanating from him after having practiced a set of martial arts that morning, walking as if he was followed by a breeze.
"What are you selling?" The elder approached and saw Qin Xiangnuan’s stall was quite a rarity, everyone else set up outside, but she chose to set up inside a park.
"Grandpa, these are scallion pancakes, 30 cents without filling, 40 cents with," Qin Xiangnuan spoke sweetly, her tidy and honest appearance was quite appealing, particularly to such elders who had spent a lifetime in martial pursuits, seen it all, been through it all. With one look, they could almost see right through Qin Xiangnuan’s character.
This kid, she’s transparent, and of course very smart.
"Give me one," the old man generously pulled out 40 cents, feeling the food smelled quite appetizing, though he was yet to know if it tasted as good as its aroma suggested.
"Alright," Qin Xiangnuan promptly took out a freshly cooked pancake, cut it into quarters, and served one quarter with filling to the elder.
The elder took it, quite satisfied with Qin Xiangnuan’s gesture of not touching the scallion pancake directly. He took a bite with assurance and savored the flavor.
These three words might just be casual remarks to others, but coming from the elder, it was high praise.
"Come try this," he beckoned to his exercise companions, "This young lady’s pancakes are really good, come have a taste."
The elder’s recommendation indeed brought Qin Xiangnuan quite a few customers. Each one took a piece and continuously nodded as they ate, seemingly very pleased with the taste. Qin Xiangnuan knew she might have gained a few loyal customers.
As the crowd dwindled, Qin Xiangnuan’s pancakes sold out, marking a successful day of sales. She actually wouldn’t have minded having some leftover; that way, she wouldn’t need to cook breakfast in the morning.