The copper coin tattoo emitted a sound, as if in response.
Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang were sitting at the table outside the door. Sister Cui, on the other hand, remained despondent, as she hadn't placed her bets on the tattoo to improve her business. She pondered to herself,
"Ordering from Old You Rice Noodle Shop on Ming Guang Road, everyone says their quality is reliable, but it's too far. Even if business improves, I'm afraid we won't make much profit."
"The newly opened rice noodle shop on Lion Street seems decent, their sesame paste is fragrant, but in the current economy, its location is remote. I'm afraid it won't last long either, and we'll have to change suppliers sooner or later."
"The one in front of the Water Company, both Aunt Liu and Uncle Jin recommended it, I'll go and check it out tomorrow at noon..."
