Dou Wenjing was eating happily, the boss's skill, even more delicious than those old stalls back home.
Lin Xu, having served everything, came outside, and upon hearing Dou Wenjing's compliment, smiled and said:
"That's because I've piqued your appetite beforehand, and I'm a bit more generous with the ingredients, not considering profit. If I were running a stall, I might be stingy."
Considering profit and not considering profit are two different things.
When you don't consider it, you can throw in all kinds of expensive ingredients.
But running a stall is different; being delicious is not enough, you also need to ensure profit, otherwise, working a day for nothing, who would want to do that, might as well go work in a factory.
"The taste is really good, I originally thought eating something so sweet would be cloying, but after a big bowl, I actually want some more."
