After Aunt Lin looked at the cold noodles that were exactly the same as those on Liu Qingshao's stall, she immediately ordered someone to go to the town to set up a shop.

She is going to do a cold noodle business in the town, there are many rich people here, and the business will definitely be good.

A few days later, Aunt Lin's cold noodle shop opened.

Since the people in the town saw cold noodles for the first time, they were a little curious.

This is different from the noodles they used to eat, both in appearance and taste.

Although it is a bit expensive, a bowl of cold noodles costs ten yuan, but there are many rich people in the town, and in order to satisfy their curiosity, they all buy a bowl of silver one after another.

After tasting it, they thought it tasted good, and the number of customers gradually increased.

Aunt Lin looked at the guests who came to the shop every day, and she was in a good mood.

The cold noodle matter made her earn a lot of money, but her hatred for Liu Qingshao did not diminish in the slightest.

She regretted that she didn't figure out the cold noodles as soon as possible, and let Liu Qingshao, the dead girl, earn so much silver in vain.

On the other hand, although Liu Qingshao's cold noodle business is not as good as before, she can still earn some copper plates every day.

Liu Qingshao couldn't think of other businesses for a while, so she continued to sell cold noodles at the entrance of the village.

On this day, she overheard people coming and going at the entrance of the village mentioning that Aunt Lin opened a shop in the town to sell cold noodles.

"I heard that Lin's shop is doing very well, and there are many people who come every day!"

"Hmph, I don't look down on the girl of the Liu family in every way on the surface, but in private, I don't secretly imitate the cold noodles made by others to make money!"

"People like her only have silver in their eyes!"

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After Liu Qingshao heard their discussion, she couldn't help frowning.

"I'm going to town, you're with me!" Liu Qingshao hurriedly packed up her things and took Xiao Hanyin to the town.

When she arrived in town, she soon saw the shop that sold cold noodles.

However, the shopkeeper of the shop is not from the Lin family.

Liu Qingshao pursed her lips, pretended to be a guest and entered the shop directly, asking for two bowls of cold noodles.

"It's not as delicious as you make!" Xiao Hanyin only ate one bite, and he didn't want to eat it anymore.

Liu Qingshao ate cold noodles while taking the news from the mouth of the guy in the shop.

After she inquired without a trace, she learned that this shop was indeed opened by Aunt Lin, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"How can it be!" After Xiao Hanyin heard this, he was very unhappy.

Liu Qingshao indifferently pulled him out of the cold noodle shop.

"Why didn't you let me go to her?" Xiao Han's dark eyes were full of anger.

"Actually, I knew from the first day I sold cold noodles that there would be counterfeiters!" Eating is the easiest thing to imitate.

There was no relevant law in ancient times, so Liu Qingshao had been prepared for a long time.

That's why she went to great lengths to make a unique sauce in order to keep her guests.

However, since another couple selling cold noodles appeared at the entrance of the village, Liu Qingshao had already guessed today's result, so she didn't care so much about the disgusting things that Aunt Lin did.

"Are we just going to leave it at that?" Xiao Hanyin frowned.

He thought that Liu Qingshao would be as angry as himself, but he didn't expect her to be so calm......

"If you want others to be unsurpassed, you have to keep coming up with new tricks, and cold noodles will soon become obsolete!" Liu Qingshao saw that he was upset about himself, and a smile appeared on his face.

After she comforted Xiao Hanyin, the two went back together.

In the next few days, Liu Qingshao has been thinking about new food, and has not gone to the village to set up a stall again.

There are more people who can make cold noodles, and their cold noodle business is gradually declining.

Liu Qingshao simply stopped trading for the time being, and concentrated on finding other new and easy-to-make pasta dishes at home.

Today, she only has flour and no other ingredients at home, although she has made a few taels of silver in her hands in the cold noodle business these days.

However, the villagers in several nearby villages are not very wealthy, and they will not buy food that is too expensive.

In the few days that Liu Qingshao was resting at home, Aunt Lin deliberately came to her.

"Yo, weren't you very nervous a few days ago, why didn't you go to the village to set up a stall recently?" Aunt Lin glanced at her extremely meanly and said.

"Momentary gains and losses don't prove anything, and stolen things never last long!" Liu Qingshao meant something.

"I can't live anymore, but I'm still so articulate!" Aunt Lin sneered, "If you can't go on any day, you can come to me, for the sake of the neighbors, I won't die without help!" ”

Aunt Lin looked at Liu Qingshao proudly, and her mind was full of images of her kneeling in front of her and begging for mercy.

Her eyes couldn't help but show a hint of pride.

With the cold noodles that Liu Qingshao relied on to make money, she was ruthlessly arranged, Aunt Lin was physically and mentally comfortable, and the important thing was that she earned a lot of silver.

The cost of cold noodles is very low, a bowl is only two yuan, excluding the rent of the shop, a bowl of cold noodles can earn six yuan.

Aunt Lin was so proud of this that she couldn't help but come to Liu Qingshao for trouble.

"Get out!" Xiao Han's face was cold, and a cold aura emanated from his body, which made people shudder.