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Chapter 153 Then I'll give you noodles?

By the time Wen Ci returned home, the sun had already set.

The cafeteria had already closed for the day, and Wen Ci walked briskly toward the landline in the living room. Seeing the man approaching her, she said, "Huo Jingyuan, I'm hungry. I want to eat noodles."

"Shall I make you some noodles?"

"OK."

During Huo Jingyuan's hospitalization, Wen Ci filled the refrigerator in the kitchen to the brim, with all kinds of vegetables in the crisper drawer and beef and pork frozen.

Where is Wen Yaozu?

"Sleep."

Wen Yaozu had been exercising in the yard all day and was exhausted. After dinner, he yawned and went to bed on his own.

Huo Jingyuan took some ingredients from the refrigerator.

He was going to make braised noodles for Wen Ci.

He frowned when he smelled a faint odor coming from the refrigerator. His aunt had brought the refrigerator back from abroad a few years ago, and he had no idea how to repair it.

Or should we have Auntie send the Taiwan back?

Then Huo Jingyuan thought about it carefully. He and Wen Ci would only stay in Beijing for half a year at most. By the time the refrigerator was shipped back from abroad, they would probably have returned to the Northwest.

On the sofa, Wen Ci called Xu Jinghe, her voice excited: "Xu Jinghe, I might come to the South in a few days."

"You sold out?"

Wen Ci shook his head. "It's not that I sold out. I sold over a thousand pieces of clothing today, but it was thanks to the military region that I sold them to the family compound for five yuan a pound, and the military region subsidized me three yuan."

After a long silence, Xu Jinghe asked, "Didn't you plan to sell them for nine yuan a pound? Considering the transportation cost of seven yuan a pound, even if you sell them for eight yuan a pound, you won't make much profit on 40,000 pieces of clothing."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ci's eyes widened.

He said something felt off, and realized he had misquoted the price. He had originally planned to make a profit of two yuan per kilogram, but it turned out to be one yuan per kilogram.

Even a small profit is possible, but it's too hard work. Wen Ci bit her lip. "Then I'll raise the price tomorrow."

"Absolutely not!" Xu Jinghe quickly stopped him. In business, integrity is paramount. "If you've already advertised it as eight yuan a pound, then stick with eight yuan. Changing the price could damage your reputation."

Wen Ci hesitated and said, "But I only advertised it for eight yuan in the military family compound. Tomorrow I plan to sell it at the market, and then negotiate the price with the shopping mall and wholesale market."

"The strategy is good, but can we negotiate a deal with the business?"

The sales staff at the garment factory are always required to talk to the department store manager whenever the factory releases new stock, and treating them to meals is an essential part of the process.

Selling products with low profit margins, like Wen Ci.

It's not worth it to treat someone to a meal.

"I have a solution."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Huo Jingyuan emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of braised noodles. The aroma filled the air. Wen Ci glanced at the man and swallowed hard.

"I'll stop talking now and give you an update tomorrow."

"Row."

Wen Ci put down the landline phone, got up from the sofa and walked to the dining table. The braised noodles were made with stir-fried potatoes and meat, and the noodles were evenly coated with sauce.

Wen Ci swallowed hard, unable to contain himself.

"Huo Jingyuan, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Huo Jingyuan smiled and said, "Wife, you haven't even eaten yet and you already know my cooking skills are excellent again?"

"True deliciousness can be judged by its taste."

As she spoke, Wen Ci eagerly took the bowl of braised noodles from the man's hands. Her chopsticks were covered with bits of potato and meat stir-fry. She slurped up some of the bits of noodles.

"It's delicious."

Immediately, Wen Ci began to eat noodles in large mouthfuls. In the family compound at night, the chatter of many aunties could be heard.