Qi Ling first came up with this idea from the modern rice bowl, which is a food that has both vegetables and rice, and is loved by all kinds of people.

There are shops in the streets and alleys, and even there are sometimes such small stalls on the streets, selling some rice and vegetables, a meal can be paired with two or three dishes at will, the price is very cheap, and it is also very popular.

When Qi Ling was in school, sometimes he was too busy to come home from school at noon, so he would eat at such a stall.

She originally thought that such a stall should not be too profitable, but when she chatted with the owner of the stall by chance, she realized that the boss had bought several houses with this seemingly small stall.

So here Qi Ling also felt that it would not be too bad, after all, she had already helped them inspect the market in the bazaar in advance.

She knew that Aunt Zhao and Uncle Zhao must be a little panicked because they didn't understand, so she tried to be patient and explain the truth to them.

"Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao, let me ask you a question, if you go to the market, are you willing to go to the restaurant there to eat at noon?"

Listening to her question, both of them were a little puzzled, why did they suddenly ask this, wasn't they still asking about whether the business was good or bad just now.

Uncle Zhao was silent, and Aunt Zhao began to sigh after hearing it.

"Then I must be reluctant, although the small restaurants near me look small, but a bowl of Yangchun noodles has to sell four copper plates a bowl, and the amount is not much, not to mention that the taste is not as good as what I make at home, if I want to eat enough, how can a person need seven or eight copper plates, and the taste is average, this is not worth it!"

Aunt Zhao has been thrifty for a long time, and at this time, she raised her fingers and calculated the account for Qi Ling, with a distressed look on her face.

It's not that Aunt Zhao is the only one, in fact, ordinary villagers probably think so, seven or eight copper plates, not much, but it is enough for this ordinary peasant family to spend a day, but all the countrymen who live a good life must be reluctant to go.

Qi Ling went to the market several times and found that many villagers who went to the market to sell their own products brought cold cakes and ate them with water.

Going to a restaurant is already a luxury for them, let alone a restaurant. The straw sandals and eggs they sell at this bazaar, even if they sell them for a month, are not enough to go to the restaurant for a meal.

Therefore, Qi Ling was not surprised by Aunt Zhao's answer, but continued to induce him.

"Then Aunt Zhao, think about it, if there is a small stall that can sell some hot meals, not only does it taste good, but it only costs five or six copper plates per serving, do you choose to eat cold cakes, or come to eat such a meal?"

Aunt Zhao lowered her head and thought for a while, and finally nodded, in this case, she was still more inclined to eat some hot meals.

Seeing her nodding, Qi Ling hooked his lips and laughed.

"Then Aunt Zhao, what are you still worried about whether the business is good or not, most of the people in the bazaar think the same as you."

"When Uncle Zhao's snack stall opens, the smell of fragrant food will be smoked, and the price is not expensive, who is willing to eat cold cakes, they must come to buy a cushion for their stomach."

Aunt Zhao was fascinated by the scene described by Qi Ling, and couldn't help but start imagining the scene in her mind where everyone came to buy food.

Peach Blossom listened to Qi Ling's words, and it also suddenly dawned on her.

"Sister Ling means that in this way, there is no need for my father to sell or anything, and the guests who come to eat will come by themselves, which is convenient!"

At this time, Aunt Zhao, who had already come back to her senses, had a serious face and asked a very critical question.

"Then Qi Ling, this price is set so low, will your Uncle Zhao still make money?"

She was afraid that although the business was good at that time, she would not be able to make any money at all, so wouldn't it be a busy job, and the gains outweighed the losses.

It's just that Qi Ling hasn't had time to settle an account for her, but Uncle Zhao, who has been silent, opened his mouth.

"You can make money, in fact, the most expensive is the price of rice, and the rest of the stir-fry is made with the cheapest seasonal vegetables, five or six copper plates, at least two copper plates."

Uncle Zhao had been silent just now, and he had calculated these accounts in his heart.

He used to make some banquets for people, and he had to prepare the ingredients in advance and settle accounts for the owner, so he knew more about the door than Qi Ling.

Seeing him open his mouth like this, Qi Ling and several people on the table were a little surprised, this uncle didn't say anything, but he knew it in his heart.

"There are also those small restaurants that still have to pay the rent of the shop, which is a lot every month, but Uncle Zhao only needs to pay one or two copper plates every day to rent the stall."

Seeing that Uncle Zhao didn't mention the matter of rent, Qi Ling knew that he didn't know the doorway, so he hurriedly added.

Hearing her say this, Uncle Zhao also nodded, he didn't have Qi Ling's thoughtfulness.

Seeing that Qi Ling and Uncle Zhao both felt that there was money to be made here, Aunt Zhao finally let go of the business of this small food stall.

She is a person who says she will do it, and when she sees that this idea is feasible, she can't wait to set up the stall tomorrow.

"Then since it's so good, let's hurry up and make the car first! Let's open now! ”

Uncle Zhao shook his head, his face very serious.

"It's okay to make a car, but I'm not busy with the opening of the stall yet, and I'm still busy cooking for the helpers of Gu Xiaozi's family."

When Gu Jinfeng saw that he was mentioned, he hurriedly persuaded him.

"Uncle Zhao, my house is almost finished, and for the rest of the days, I can cook for them with Qi Ling, since you want to do business, just be busy with your own things first."

"Gu boy, you don't understand, it's just because the spirit girl asked me to start cooking, this disease is slowly getting better, and seeing that everyone likes my cooking very much, although I don't say it, I don't know how happy I am in my heart."

Uncle Zhao rejected Gu Jinfeng's kindness, and when he spoke, there was a happy expression on his face, and it could be seen that he was really willing to continue to do it.

Seeing that the two had some differences of opinion, Aunt Zhao hurriedly came out to finalize the final decision.

"I also support you Uncle Zhao, it's better to do things from the beginning to the end, and besides, the two of you have enough things to be busy with on weekdays, and then cook for them, then what time is there, you don't feel sorry for yourself, I feel sorry for you Uncle Zhao!"

Qi Ling saw that Aunt Zhao and the two husbands and wives had the same opinion, and he was a little moved in his heart, their family was the kind of person who was very simple.

Although he cured Uncle Zhao's illness, he didn't do anything, but he just led him to discover that there are still many good things in this world, and he just opened his heart a little bit.