The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Chapter 184 Giveaway

"Brother Fang Chong, you are so good at talking." Shen Yan teased, "I thought you came to see me to eat my snail noodles, but I didn't expect you to come to watch the fun."

Fang Chong laughed loudly, scratched his head and said, "Miss Shen, you don't know, I came here to show my support, but when I saw the stall opened by that store, it was really much worse."

Shen Yan nodded, understanding what Fang Chong meant.

She has been setting up a stall on this street for some time, and her business has always been good thanks to her own secret recipe and word of mouth.

And now Sister Guifang has suddenly entered the market, obviously wanting to get a piece of the pie.

However, although Sister Guifang has the skills, she lacks Shen Yan's unique secret recipe, so the taste must be different.

"Brother Fang Chong, please stop teasing me."

Shen Yan smiled and shook her head, "I know you are here to watch the fun, but thank you for your support."

Fang Chong scratched his head, his eyes serious: "Miss Shen, don't worry, I will still come to your place to eat in the future. I'm not going to try Guifang's one."

Shen Yan smiled slightly, secretly rejoicing in her heart.

She knows that in this highly competitive snack market, reputation and quality are the most critical.

Although she was a little surprised by Sister Guifang’s joining, she believed that with her own efforts and secret recipe, her snail noodles would definitely maintain its leading position in the market.

The stall opened, and soon, regular customers came to Shen Yan's stall to order food.

Their support made Shen Yan feel warm and strengthened her confidence.

She quietly prepares bowls of fragrant snail noodles for every customer, and every smile conveys her love and concentration on this snack.

At this moment, people began to stop opposite Sister Guifang's stall.

Although her river snail noodles have a unique flavor, they are in stark contrast to Shen Yan's classic taste.

Many people recognized Guifang and still thought that she and Shen Yan were from the same family because Shen Yan did not explain.

Everyone recognized Guifang's face and naturally went to her side. There were very few people at Shen Yan's stall.

There were also a few people who realized that the two people probably had a falling out, but since they were old customers, they chose to come to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan was neither anxious nor annoyed. He did not lower the price nor shout loudly. He just did his own small business well.

As for Guifang, her mother-in-law kept yelling as if she wanted to tear her throat.

"Don't miss it if you pass by, take a look, snail noodles are only three cents, delicious and not smelly. We are different from that black-hearted Xiangxiang shop, they charge five cents!"

As the old lady spoke, she also slandered Shen Yan's stall.

Guifang felt a little ashamed and asked the old lady to say less.

But the old lady thought she was in the way: "Don't be an eyesore here, blocking my business. If I didn't think you were a signboard, I would have sent you home long ago. Do you think you are needed here?"

The old lady's expression changed quickly. As soon as she finished scolding her daughter-in-law, she started to attract customers and was very kind and amiable to them.

Not long after, someone came to the door.

"Grandma, what's the difference between the snail noodles here and the ones in Xiangxiang Shop? Why are they so much cheaper?"

"Weren't you the same company before? Why are your prices different now? It seems like you're competing with each other."

"What are you talking about? The snail noodles here are cheaper than those in Xiangxiang Shop, and everything else is exactly the same."

"Ours is a very reasonable price, the ingredients are all genuine, and we don't make any profit at all."

The old lady's words and deeds were hinting that Shen Yan was asking for a high price and that she made a lot of money.

Some people did have the intention and paid to eat snail noodles here, but after just one bite, they felt something was wrong.

"You are wrong."

"This isn't smelly enough. I feel like something is missing. Next time I'll have to eat from Xiangxiang Shop. Although it's a little more expensive, it tastes really good."

The old woman didn't take these words to heart, but Guifang felt a little guilty and regretful.

She originally worked with Shen Yan, but now she went out on her own at the instigation of her mother-in-law.

She bit her lower lip so hard that it was almost bitten by her, her face full of shame.

Shen Yan quietly looked at the stall of Grandma Guifang across the street, listened to the old lady's constant shouting, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She knew that this kind of competition brought not only pressure on prices, but also competition for reputation and trust.

Although more people flocked to Grandma Guifang's stall, Shen Yan did not feel discouraged or angry.

She would rather maintain her own style and refuse to lower prices than join the vortex of vicious competition.

In her opinion, the value of snail noodles lies not only in its price and taste, but also in its tradition and quality.

She has no intention of changing her ways because of competition. Every bowl of snail rice noodle is the result of her dedication and belief, and she believes that one day, customers will return to her stall.

Slowly, some old customers began to return to Shen Yan's stall. They either saw the real face of Grandma Guifang, or tried Shen Yan's snail rice noodle and were attracted by its taste again.

"Miss Shen, give me a bowl!" A familiar voice sounded. It was a middle-aged man who used to come here often.

Shen Yan smiled and prepared a bowl of snail noodles and handed it to him: "Please enjoy, sir."

"It tastes better and better the more I eat it. I feel that your batter is better than the last time every time." He praised.

Shen Yan smiled modestly and accepted his compliment gratefully: "Thank you for your support, welcome to come often, we give you free braised eggs when you first eat here."

Slowly, more and more people returned to Shen Yan's stall.

They are no longer influenced by the price or the noise, but are moved by the real taste and Shen Yan's perseverance.

On the other side, Granny Guifang's voice gradually lost its initial intensity, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

In the end, because of Guifang's competition, Shen Yan's snail noodles were not sold out that day. There were just some left, which she could take home for her younger brothers and sisters to eat.

While it was still early, she packed up her stall and went home. As soon as she got home, before she had even finished washing the things, Sister Xiaolan and Li Cuilian came together.

The two of them looked indignant, and Shen Yan comforted them: "Don't worry, I'm fine. Although I didn't avoid Guifang when I made snail noodles before, my soup and sour bamboo shoots have secret recipes, and I didn't tell her."

Originally, Shen Yan was planning to hand over the snail noodle stall completely to Guifang, and also wanted to let her make the secret recipe.

But she stopped coming before the busy farming season was over, and ended up working on her own.

Sister Xiaolan scolded, "This heartless woman has lost her conscience. I really hate her for not being able to make it. I didn't expect that such a cowardly woman who dares not even breathe in front of her mother-in-law would actually have such ability and scheming."