When Zhao Sisi heard Li Xiaoran's words, she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she lowered her head and pondered for a while.
"Cousin, I want to run a small business. We can't be too greedy. More haste less speed! With Mao Dao and my current situation, we can't do big business, nor can we afford to lose money. When the time comes, we can do a small business like selling sliced noodles!"
When Li Xiaoran heard Zhao Sisi's choice, she looked at her with admiration.
"You chose the one that suits you the most! Actually, on this official road, other than sliced noodles, there's another kind of food that sells well, sweet potato noodles. Sweet potato noodles are planted in every family and sweet potato noodles are also made, so you don't have to knead the noodles yourself. You just have to prepare more noodles to sell. You can sell sour and spicy noodles, and braised pork noodles!"
