NPC only wants to make money with the system

Chapter 25 Her Red Line Marriage Like Tofu
"Yokan?"

"A good name, elegant and not vulgar!"

Jia Ming seemed very satisfied with the yokan.

Song Mingyue felt a surge of pride in her heart.

Who is she?
She is a beautiful girl in the 21st century, with a modern mind, as if she is on the hook.

"Brother Jia, we..."

Song Mingyue explained.

"What? Bawen?!"

When Jia Ming heard that a bowl of yokan was selling for Bawen, he was stunned.

His Juxian Pavilion has always been hundreds of thousands of things, and has never been sold for a price of eight cents.

"Brother Jia, listen to the explanation."

"First of all, Juxian Pavilion now needs the flow of people to create an atmosphere. Secondly, small profits but quick turnover, believe me, it is absolutely right!"

Her thinking is correct, it depends on the effect tomorrow morning, on this premise, she has another plan.

"Dacheng, donate all the remaining yokan today to the beggars in the city to try something new, and tell them that from now on, Juxian Pavilion will sell [-] cents a bowl of yokan every morning, first come, first served."

Dacheng is the head cook of Juxian Pavilion, he is tall and thick, and the flesh on his face trembles.

"This...isn't this cheaper for them?"

Dacheng seems to be feeling sorry for the yokan.

But Song Mingyue smiled mysteriously and didn't care at all.

There are gains and losses, and she will not underestimate the mysterious organization of beggars.

Although Dacheng was in pain, he still followed the instructions.

The next day.

"Do you have any yokan?"

An old beggar woman asked a disheveled little beggar in front of Juxian Pavilion.

"Yes, how many bowls do you want?"

Song Mingyue asked kindly with a smile on her face.

"I... I only have seven coins, my lord, can you make it cheaper?"

The old woman licked her lips, and asked in a weak voice, lacking confidence.

Song Mingyue still had a smiling face, she turned around and took out a bowl of yokan from the back kitchen.

"This bowl of yokan will be given to you as a gift, and you will tell the outside world that you only need seven coins to buy yokan with your own bowl and chopsticks."

Her words were gentle and delicate, and the old woman wanted to kneel down to thank her, but she quickly stopped her.

The old woman accepted the yokan gratefully and said a lot of auspicious words.

The scorching sun was setting in, and Juxian Pavilion was full of people. The neighbors in the neighborhood brought their own bowls and chopsticks to buy yokan.

The cooks in Juxian Pavilion also fulfilled Song Mingyue's request. The amount of yokan was large and the meat was not bad at all.

The second child in it is also like what Song Mingyue taught, regardless of whether the visitor is rich or poor, they are all treated equally.

In an instant, the business of Juxian Pavilion was booming, and within half a day, it had already received unanimous praise from diners.

Song Mingyue and Jia Ming stood on the second floor, watching the grand scene of coming and going.

"Brother Song, I really belong to you!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Jia Ming's mouth, and Song Mingyue looked up at him.

The skeletal lines are clear, the mole is dotted under the lip, and the mask adds a touch of mystery.

She thought that she had always been pure and ascetic, but she didn't expect to be fascinated by the beauty in front of her eyes.

Could it be that Yuelao's conscience found out that he was going to build a bridge for her red thread that has not changed for thousands of years?

She has no other extravagant wishes, except that Yuelao can make her bean curd silk-like red thread marriage into a red thread of cement, steel and reinforced soil.

The kind that keeps talking!

She is secretly fantasizing that she will become the proprietress of Juxian Pavilion. After promoting the development of the plot, she will get married and have children to become a little rich woman.

It's beautiful to think about!
But imagination is beautiful, but reality is skinny.

She opened her mouth shyly and asked: "Brother Jia, how old are you, do you have a wife?"

Jia Ming smiled heartily.

"This year is exactly 24, and there are many wives and concubines at home, but they don't have children yet."

Song Mingyue's smile gradually disappeared.

Return wives and concubines in groups?
What a scumbag!

(End of this chapter)