Daily Life of Refugees Setting up Stalls (Food)

When she woke up, Li Lingling, the second generation of rich people, found herself in troubled times. She died of Guanyin soil flatulence. When life was hopeless, I heard the good news that the gongs and drums were beating outside. The new emperor had ascended the throne and ruled the world. The refugees had settled down and had land to divide. In response to this, Li Lingling breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to survive. Watching the lame mother covering her stung fat hand and bringing honey water, and the elder brother who was missing an arm trying to open up wasteland with a hoe, Li Lingling was so moved that she rolled up her sleeves and went to set up a stall. You know, the Li family started from a small stall and became rich and well-off. Like her, although she is only twenty years old, she has been a child laborer for eighteen years. Know that in addition to good craftsmanship, you must also accurately distinguish customer needs: Right now, I have to sell steaming hot and spicy barbecue by the Yamen; I have to squat by the dock to sell specialties to customers; I have to go to the area where big customers gather to sell health soup... Later, diners all over the city chased Li Lingling's stall: "Ling is in charge, I will rent my shop to you for free!" "Shopkeeper Ling, I'm out of office, don't run away just looking at me!" "Shopkeeper, can I make a reservation for the day after tomorrow?" "Ah ah ah, why can't I buy it even though the store is open?" "Can I open a branch?" Mission: Food is the first priority for the people