Word Spirit Farming System

After finalizing the matter, Cheng Yun wasted no time and directly asked Liu Wen to clear a space in the first-floor lobby. He set up a stall with Cheng Bao’er to sell sour plum soup.

Cheng Bao’er was still immersed in the joy of a four-yuan cup, following Cheng Yun absentmindedly. It wasn’t until everything was arranged and they officially started selling that he gradually came back to his senses.

Yueqiong Tower truly lived up to its reputation as the most popular restaurant in Nanming City. It was an hour until noon, yet the seating rate in the restaurant was already over 100%. Cheng Yun stood there and observed for a while, realizing that more than eighty percent of the people ordered a dish of pine nut fish.

Seeing his dish so popular with his own eyes, Cheng Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt more confident about the upcoming dishes they would introduce to the market.

The space Liu Wen cleared for the Cheng brothers wasn’t large, but the location was excellent. If they made the sour plum soup well, it would not only bring in new customers but also generate more business, serving as a significant promotion for Yueqiong Tower in the short term.

Therefore, Liu Wen directly arranged for them to set up the stall near the entrance. This way, everyone who entered the restaurant would be curious, and even pedestrians on the street could have a taste.

At the beginning, there were indeed quite a few curious people, whether they were pedestrians or customers entering the restaurant, they would look around. However, there weren’t many who were willing to spend money and make a purchase. Although Liu Wen had instructed the restaurant staff to help them out and then leave, Cheng Bao’er, who had just started working, became a bit nervous when he saw that their business was not doing well.

On the other hand, the elder brother, who was joking around, remained calm and showed no signs of worry that their items wouldn’t sell and tarnish their reputation. This made Cheng Bao’er both distressed and helpless.

After another quarter of an hour passed without a single penny earned, Cheng Bao’er couldn’t sit still any longer.

He tugged on Cheng Yun’s sleeve and whispered, “Big brother, we still haven’t sold a single cup of sour plum soup. Is everything really okay?”

Cheng Yun was currently teasing Yang Hongjin. The guy had been clinging to him in front of others earlier, embarrassing him. Cheng Yun took the opportunity to tap him lightly.

Yang Hongjin pouted, looking aggrieved, and said, “That man is not my younger brother. He was grabbing my wife’s hand!”

“My hand isn’t made of gold. Why can’t he grab it?” Cheng Yun tapped his head and said, “Besides, haven’t you seen Boss Liu before? You used to come to his shop frequently. Did you forget that he treated you to delicious food and drinks every day?”

“Forgot!” Yang Hongjin sulked.

Cheng Yun suppressed his laughter and pinched his face, saying, “Liars have long noses.”

Yang Hongjin’s face swelled up with anger, but he was also afraid his nose would actually grow longer. He secretly covered his nose and protested, “But he still can’t hold my wife’s hand!”

Cheng Yun wanted to continue teasing him, but he was interrupted by Cheng Bao’er.

Upon hearing Cheng Bao’er’s words, Cheng Yun reassured him, “Don’t worry, someone will come eventually.”

“But…” Cheng Bao’er couldn’t help but feel nervous. After all, this was his first time doing business, and he was using Cheng Yun’s name. Earlier, when they talked with Boss Liu, he hadn’t forgotten the skeptical look in Boss Liu’s eyes.

Cheng Yun didn’t just say this to comfort him. In fact, after observing Liu Wen’s reaction, he knew that this business venture would likely cause a sensation in Nanming City.

People generally tend to be skeptical of unfamiliar things. Even pine nut fish took several days to establish a market, and they had the reputation of Yueqiong Tower backing them up back then. Although they were now inside Yueqiong Tower, the reality was that they were two new faces, using this fresh selling method. It was normal for customers to be hesitant to make a purchase right away.

But once the market was opened and someone tried it and liked it, others would follow suit.

The only concern Cheng Yun had was that the making of sour plum soup was not complicated, and if someone was interested, they could easily figure it out and make it themselves. Currently, they only had the advantage of being the first to offer a taste and riding on the popularity of Yueqiong Tower’s reputation. That was why Cheng Yun had mentioned that sour plum soup could only be considered a seasonal product, and it would gradually become harder to sell after autumn.

However, everything had just begun, and worrying too much wouldn’t serve any purpose. Cheng Yun patted Cheng Bao’er’s shoulder, gave him a reassuring look, then turned his head back to continue joking with Yang Hongjin.

Cheng Bao’er had no choice but to tidy up here and there, trying to reduce his own nervousness.

Just as Cheng Bao’er was sitting and starting to daydream, suddenly his vision darkened, and a figure loomed over him.

Cheng Bao’er looked up and saw a person blocking the sunlight from behind, casting a glow on his body as the noon sun shone upon him. Due to the backlight, Cheng Bao’er couldn’t see the person’s face clearly, but he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. His heart couldn’t help but beat rapidly.

The person seemed to have hurried over and was still catching their breath. After calming down a bit, they asked, “H-How much is the sour… sour plum soup?”

As soon as that person spoke, Cheng Bao’er immediately recognized his voice. He stood up abruptly, and the other person’s appearance became clear in an instant.

“You… How…” Cheng Bao’er was startled, confirming his suspicions. His heart raced as if it wanted to jump out of his throat.

Wang Liang was still the same as before and repeated his question, “How much is the sour plum soup?”

Cheng Bao’er stared blankly at him, dumbfounded for a while before belatedly answering, “Four… four yuan for a cup, ten yuan for a pot…”

His voice grew quieter as he spoke, lacking confidence. The reason was simple: the price was ridiculously expensive and beyond what ordinary people could afford. How could he foolishly listen to his big brother and Mr. Liu and set such a price?

Wang Liang was clearly taken aback by the selling price, but he had come prepared. He reached into his pocket, took out ten yuan, and handed it to Cheng Bao’er, boldly saying, “Give me a pot!”

“Ah?” Cheng Bao’er dumbfoundedly took the money and looked at it for a moment. When he snapped back to reality, he quickly pushed the money back to Wang Liang and said, “No, no, I can’t take your money!”

Wang Liang frowned, looked around, and noticed that the people who had been curious about their stall were now staring at them. He quickly pulled Bao’er closer and whispered in his ear, “My mother said that for someone starting a business, the first sale is the most important. It signifies whether you can sell things smoothly in the future. You can’t refuse to take this money!”

Wang Liang was afraid of others overhearing and accusing them of being fraudulent, so he lowered his voice almost to a whisper, brushing against Bao’er’s ear. The warm breath tickled Bao’er’s ear, making his neck and cheeks blush.

Bao’er took a deep breath, looked up at Wang Liang, and saw the concern in his eyes, which warmed his heart.

Taking four yuan from the money, Bao’er returned the rest to Wang Liang with determination. He said, “I can’t take advantage of you either. Just buy a cup and try it. I won’t take any more money. Keep it.”

After speaking, Bao’er didn’t give Wang Liang a chance to refuse. He turned around and scooped a full cup of sour plum soup from the jar, using both hands to hand it to Wang Liang.

While Wang Liang was still feeling the pain of ten yuan, as soon as he turned around, it felt as if he had tasted something sweet. In his eyes and in his heart, everything about Bao’er was wonderful. Not to mention ten yuan, he would be willing to give his life for him.

Happily holding the cup of sour plum soup, Wang Liang couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips. He stood there and took a small sip, feeling that it was sweeter than any other time he had tried it before.

“It’s delicious!” Wang Liang shouted loudly, as if afraid that others couldn’t hear him. After taking another sip, he exclaimed, “It’s so delicious, I’ve never had anything so delicious!”

Baor felt extremely shy when he shouted like that. He felt embarrassed and happy at the same time. His face turned hot, not knowing if it was from embarrassment or from being amused.

But Wang Liang’s actions were undoubtedly effective. People who had been observing from the sidelines began to pay attention when Wang Liang stood in front of the stall. They perked up their ears to listen to their conversation. The Cheng brothers hadn’t displayed the selling price of the sour plum soup, so many people only realized at this moment that the fresh novelty from Yueqiong Tower was called “sour plum soup,” and it was not cheap.

However, the people who could afford to come to Yueqiong Tower for consumption had some wealth. While they didn’t dare to judge whether a pot for ten yuan was worth it or not without trying, they were willing to give a cup for four yuan a try.

So, it didn’t take long before the voices of customers sitting in Yueqiong Tower waiting for their dishes began to call out one after another, “Give me a cup to try!” The market for sour plum soup was thus opened!

Cheng Yun had noticed Wang Liang from the moment he appeared. He didn’t expect that after blocking the boy and not allowing him to come, he would secretly run here by himself. Now, seeing his actions, Cheng Yun could only applaud him admiringly.

At the same time, he felt somewhat annoyed and turned around to pinch Yang Hongjin’s face.

Yang Hongjin: ?

Author’s note:

I want to give a bear hug and a kiss to every little angel reading this.
Muah! (づ￣3￣)づ