When the Dong father and son saw the Su family's lavish spread of food, the rich aroma of the boiled fish in chili oil was particularly enticing.
Whether it was because they couldn't refuse the Su Family's warm invitation or because they too wanted a taste of those pristine white fish fillets, they found themselves yielding.
After some token resistance, the Dong father and son sat down. 'We'll just have a little bite,' they both thought in unison.
Mr. Gu was a skilled speaker, and in just a few words, he announced to everyone that they had sold three hundred bowls of cold noodles that morning.
"In that case, let's prepare another three hundred bowls for this afternoon. We'll pack up as soon as we sell out. Once we get the hang of things in a few days, Second Brother Gu can set up his own stall to sell fried pancakes."
Su Shuochi was simply relaying the instructions his wife had given him.
