After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Ball-like balls are served in a bamboo-woven plate, and the color is browned. Shopkeeper Liu suddenly realized: "So it's Miss Xia!"

"Brighten your eyes and take good care of Miss Xia's business." Qingtong said.

Shopkeeper Liu nodded again and again: "Understood!"

"Any business?" Gu Changsheng asked while eating.

"Many people asked, but no one bought it." Qingtong said.

Gu Changsheng frowned slightly.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. Miss Xia's sweet potato balls are so delicious, and their business will be booming." Shopkeeper Liu said with a smile, "I will compile the name of the dish into the recipe for diners to order."

Gu Changsheng smiled: "Go!"

"Yes."

Before going out, Shopkeeper Liu grabbed two more sweet potato balls, and Qingtong pouted, "Manager Liu is quite good at things."

"Did she ask me?" Gu Changsheng asked.

"I asked as soon as I came, and I told the truth."

"Um."

Gu Changsheng meaningfully hooked the corners of his lips. Knowing that he likes her, rejecting him, and setting up a stall at the door of the restaurant as agreed, it shows that she is not willing to give up.

"Miss Xia also said the name of the restaurant."

"Oh? What did she say?" Gu Changsheng's eyes lit up, his heart pounding faster.

"Speak out loud."

Gu Changsheng: "..." My silly girl, you don't feel anything other than your mouth?

At this moment, the outside suddenly became lively. Gu Changsheng pushed open the window and went downstairs. There were actually seven or eight children surrounding Xia Qianqian's booth, waiting to eat meatballs.

"Wow, business is so good all of a sudden?" Qingtong was also stunned.

Gu Changsheng shook his head: "Not necessarily, look carefully."

"One per person, be careful to burn your mouth!" Xia Qianqian gave away the freshly fried sweet potato balls!

Qingtong was distressed: "These are all expensive things, how can they be delivered for free?"

"She's repeating her old strategy. When she sells tiles, she sends it first and then sells it?" Gu Changsheng smiled. The tricks are old-fashioned, but the effect is the same. In modern supermarkets, there are free tasting activities.

Sure enough, after a while, the children brought their parents to buy balls: "Mother, I want to eat sweet potato balls. This sister's fried balls are delicious!"

"Mother, I want it too, it's super delicious!"

The residents of the town are relatively wealthy, and they are willing to spend two cents to buy a few sweet potato balls. Xia Qianqian sold seven or eight strings of balls in a short while, smiling happily.

"Silly girl." Gu Changsheng sighed at the window. How hard is it to earn a few cents for these bunches of meatballs?

Downstairs, Xia Qianqian suddenly raised her head and her eyes collided. She hurriedly lowered her head in panic, pretending not to see Gu Changsheng, but her heart was beating like a drum, as if she was about to jump out of her chest.

When she panicked, her hands were scalded by the hot oil, and Xia Qianqian exclaimed, "Ah—"

Gu Changsheng's heart was suspended, and he turned and ran downstairs: "Stupid girl, you can burn your hands even if you fry a ball."

"Big sister, does it hurt?" Xia Yu asked worriedly, "Let me blow it up!"

"No, it's not hot, it's almost." Xia Qianqian endured the pain and pretended to be okay.

Gu Changsheng came out and dragged Xia Qianqian into the inn without saying a word.

Qingtong cleverly fished out the fried balls for Xia Qianqian, and used bamboo skewers to string them up for sale.

"So stupid, how on earth did you survive?" Gu Changsheng took out the modern version of the burn ointment directly from the space, squeezed out a little and rubbed it on Xia Qianqian's fingers.

Xia Qianqian was so surprised, she snatched the scald cream: "This, this, this..."

Happy birthday to Bingling and all the best!