They were all selling the same thing but Jiang He and Madam Qian were selling their noodles at two copper coins per bowl, while her older brother was selling two bowls for three copper coins. Even if Madam Qian's older brother wasn't as skilled as Jiang He when it came to making noodles, their business was steadily being taken away anyway because of the lower prices.

Just now the couple had even been calculating whether they could reduce their price to attract customers, but they found that if they reduced the price, they would lose money on the costs of materials, so they really didn't know what they could do.

That was why when he heard Su Tang mention the stall next to his, Jiang He's eyes had turned red. After all, those people had harmed him first, so how could he not want to get them back?

"So, girl*, does that mean you have a way?" He had been calling her 'little girl' just now but Jiang He had decided to address her more seriously.

"Yes, I've created a new kind of fish ball after studying for some time at home and so I wonder if you would like to add a new product to your stall?" Su Tang bluntly told him her purpose.

She had gone to Fuxing House for convenience. After all, a big restaurant would need a large and steady quantity of good, so it would be convenient for her if she could come and deliver a fixed supply of her goods every day.

But because Fuxing House didn't want to work with her, she could only cooperate with someone else. It had also been very simple for her to choose this stall. After all, the most basic principle of doing business was that in the face of competition you couldn't be afraid of others copying you, because as long as you have the skills you would be able to continue to develop your business. So even though this noodle stall seemed to be at a disadvantage, they were actually well positioned to make a come back right now.

After all, even those big and famous restaurants which had chefs with signature dishes would still spend considerable time studying new dishes, in order to prolong the life of their restaurants. Because no matter how good your food was, after a period of time, your guests would slowly get bored of it.

In modern times, because of the development of transportation there was a much greater flow of guests so a restaurant could survive for a time even if they only had one superb signature dish. But in these ancient times, transportation was very inconvenient, and that meant that the only group of customers you had were the people who happened to walk by the stalls wanting to eat. With those circumstances, in the absence of new dishes, the only way to compete was the stupidest possible way, that is to say a price war. Which meant, the key to breaking this deadlock was introducing a new, high quality, dish.

But after Su Tang finished talking she saw that Jiang He didn't look very convinced. Seeing that, Su Tang took her basket off her back and took out the large bowl of ordinary fish balls that she had just taken sneakily out of her space warehouse. Each fish ball was the size of a baby's fist and smelled very good.

"Why don't you try one of my fish balls first?" Su Tang offered.

Jiang He looked at the fish balls and saw they had a very uniform size. Even though they were just ordinary fish balls of the kind that even he was able to make, when he saw their even size he could not help exclaiming, "You have good craftsmanship."

Anyone could make fish balls but it was not easy to make fish balls like this that looked so neat and uniform. Since they were just food at the end of the day few people would even bother.

Su Tang heard his words and smiled. "Have a taste."

Jiang He nodded, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and then took a bite of one of the fish balls. His eyes became brighter and brighter as he ate until he had eaten the whole fish ball in a scarce few bites. He was so surprised he couldn't help exclaiming aloud, "What fine fish balls, what a tender taste, and not a single bone. Girl, you really made this fish ball really well."

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