So, the driver began to feel sorry for the extra five cents he gave.

Fortunately, when he was distressed, Yu Meng slowly brought a large bowl of wontons to the driver: "Just now the eldest brother gave an extra five cents, although I said that I didn't need to look for it, but I still put more wontons for the eldest brother." ”

As he spoke, Yu Meng handed the wonton bowl to the driver.

The driver took the wontons handed over by Tai Meng and couldn't help but move his nose.

I have to say that the wontons made by this girl are quite fragrant.

The driver tentatively tasted a bite of wonton soup, and looked at Yu Meng outside the window with a surprised expression, he was a little incredible, just a simple wonton can make so much better than others.

While he was munching on wontons, Yu Meng was waiting for the second guest.

When Yu Meng listened carefully to the sound of cars around her, the driver who finished eating the wontons burped and stuck the bowl out of the window: "Big sister, can you bring me another bowl of wonton soup?" ”

The soup she made was really delicious.

"Yes."

Yu Meng has an excellent attitude towards this driver, because he made her earn one-third of today's goal.

Yu Meng made him another bowl of wonton soup.

The truck driver took the wonton soup in Tai Meng's hand: "Thank you, big sister." ”

"It's fine."

Yu Meng waved his hand, turned around and went to prepare the ingredients, preparing the soup for the next bowl of wontons.

After the driver drank the soup, after handing the bowl to Yu Meng, he couldn't help but praise Yu Meng: "Big sister, your wontons are good, it's an ancestral heirloom, right?" ”

"Yes, it's been eighteen generations since I came here, and if it weren't for the fact that the family really couldn't open the pot, I wouldn't have gotten up early to sell wontons here."

Yu Meng nodded without thinking about it, calling her wonton ancestral craftsmanship.

【…… Meng Meng, you're lying! 】

'What do you know, I don't know that the old Chinese medicine in later generations said that it was an ancestral craft, which is a means of propaganda. ’

If it is said to be ancestral, they will accept it from the bottom of their hearts and will feel superior.

Sure enough, after Yu Meng finished speaking, it was an ancestral craft, and the truck driver immediately stretched out his thumb: "Amazing, your wontons will be prosperous even if you go to open a shop!" ”

The two exchanged two words, and the truck driver drove away.

By the time the truck driver left, it was already dark.

Yu Meng looked at the iron pot behind him, his eyebrows were twisted together, and he was a little bottomless in his heart, and he didn't know if he could sell it for more than three yuan today.

[Meng Meng, the system determines that it is a profit of ten yuan]

The Fuqiang reminded her.

'When you post tasks, do you make some money?' No, you're talking about earning, what do you mean by earning? It's just that if you sell so much money, you make money! ’

Yu Meng refuted the Fuqiang unreasonably.

There was no explicit price, no explicit profit, and she refused to recognize the profit they demanded.

【……】

Fuqiang felt that he was so wronged, and Yu Meng took advantage of the loophole in the text with it.

She didn't admit it, it really couldn't help it, but—

On the side of the main system, it can't explain it.

Thinking about it, the Fuqiang was about to cry.

Just when the Fuqiang was thinking about how to persuade Yu Meng, Yu Meng didn't have the heart to take care of it, but mixed himself a bowl of wonton soup and put it on the table: "Fuqiang, do you have a way to let the aroma of my wonton soup waft into the nose of a passing driver?" ’

Looking at the expression of the driver before, she was more confident.

[Meng Meng, I can only let your wonton soup float farther away, but I can't make it rich]

The sound of the Fuqiang is as small as the sound of mosquitoes.