Su Yao wanted to go to the Weapon Town, but she never thought she would actually make it there.

Before opening the small door, Su Yao heard the continuous sound of iron being forged, along with many people shouting to sell weapons and magical ores.

"It's real!" Zhan Xing felt this magical teleportation for the first time and pushed the nosy Peng Er aside, squeezing himself to the small window to look out. "So many people, it's completely different from the Misty Forest."

Su Yao stepped forward and stood next to Zhan Xing, also looking out.

Rows of closely packed houses, spacious streets, and a constant flow of pedestrians.

Su Yao immediately felt the breath of earthly life.

"This little golden dragon deserves its own stand and glass cover; it’s worth displaying separately! But... the little golden dragon will still have its effect inside, right? It won't be halved just because it's behind glass, will it?"

Felix just shook his head when he heard this. Su Yao understood what Felix meant and confidently added this matter to her own plans.

Turning her head, Su Yao heard Ya's questions again: "Shall we open the door? What are we selling this time? Peng Yi, have you been here before? Will our food business do well?"

Peng San came up and answered first, "There are many people coming and going in Weapon Town, most of them are here for Tao's weapons, and very few travelers are interested in food. How about we sell some magic ores instead?"

The making of weapons cannot do without magical ores, which are also very popular in the weapon town.

Peng San thought his suggestion was good, but as soon as he finished speaking, his older brother slapped him. Peng San covered his head and asked Peng Yi, "Why did you hit me? What did I say wrong?"

Peng looked at his younger brother as if he were an idiot. "Everything you said is wrong."

Peng Yi pointed at the people outside: "Do you think these people are short of money?"

Peng San immediately replied, "Of course, I'm not short of money. How could someone who lacks money come to buy weapons?" Everyone knows that weapons are extremely expensive. It's already quite good if half of the mages on Longyin Continent can buy a weapon of their own before they die.

Peng saw that his younger brother still didn't understand his point. He sighed and continued to ask, "Do these people seem like the kind who enjoy eating bad food, or do you think they are naturally inclined to dislike delicious things?"

"Who wouldn't naturally love to eat good food—" Peng San immediately retorted Peng Yi's question, but halfway through his rebuttal, he suddenly understood the meaning behind Peng Yi's words. "Big brother, you mean they did it because they couldn't buy delicious food..."

"Just think about us, we've been to so many places, how often do we come across a good restaurant?"

Peng San thought carefully. Peng Yi was right; they did often stumble upon bad small restaurants, especially in big and wealthy cities. On the contrary, it was the smaller, more remote places or famous tourist spots that had a lot of delicious food.

Previously, Peng San had never given such matters much thought.

Su Yao also joined the conversation at this moment: "Then why is it like this?"

Peng Yi explained to Su Yao with much more patience than before, saying, "The high income in these big cities is not just because they are developed, but also partly because these wealthy people care about their image."

"I've heard before that wealthy and powerful people, for the sake of their own face, don't look at prices when they go shopping. Even if they do look at the prices, they will buy the most expensive one among similar items. They have the same attitude towards the dishes prepared by chefs. Initially, those chefs pursued excellent craftsmanship, but at some point, some chefs stopped improving their skills and started focusing on marketing instead. A phrase like 'only smart people can truly appreciate this dish,' or a flashy promotion claiming to bring unique good fortune with the purchase, quickly put those traditional chefs out of business."

When Peng Yi said this, Su Yao began to understand. In her original world, there were various marketing strategies, even more advanced than now. Many popular online stores were marketed this way. However, in modern times, people could see reviews from locals or those who had eaten there on various platforms, whereas here, those who found the food delicious had no way to express it and were simply regarded as "bad currency" and then driven away.

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"Are those rich people really fools? Are they truly willing to spend more money on worse-tasting things just for the sake of face?"

"At first, it might be like that for a while, but over time they naturally find ways to cope. They're so wealthy now, and their homes are so big, why can't they hire a few good chefs to cook for them privately at home?"

Peng San was shocked: "They forced the good chefs to leave, kept the bad ones, and then turned around and hired the good chefs for their own homes! Doesn't that mean in the end only the common people suffer?"

What is this! Are you deliberately trying to mess with me?

Peng Yi patted his foolish younger brother's head. "The common people can manage on their own; it's the travelers passing through who suffer the most."

Especially those mercenaries, who not only exerted physical effort to complete their tasks but also ate poorly and slept badly every day. It's no wonder there are no fat mercenaries; the fact that they haven't become emaciated is already the result of them having numbed their taste buds!

After Peng finished speaking, it left quite an impression on both the humans and non-humans at the inn. With a complex expression, Su Yao finalized the business direction: "Let's just sell food."

The hotel's selection of dishes, snacks, and beverages was already quite abundant, more than sufficient for travelers who hadn't had good food for a long time.

The small door opened, and Su Yao pushed out a small table, tidying up together with the three Peng brothers.

Now that there are more people, the inn's business can keep up, so Su Yao brought more items this time and categorized everything properly.

The three Peng brothers each took charge of a different area: one sold cafeteria meals, another sold instant noodles and snacks from the store, and the third was responsible for selling beverages.

Ya managed the inn and Zhan Xing watched the store, Su Yao was in charge of collecting money, and Felix helped out wherever needed.

After the initial preparations were completed, the Anxin food stall officially opened for business.

"Delicious food, drinks you've never seen before, snacks that get you hooked with just one bite! Right here at Anxin's stall, come and take a look, everyone!"

The weapons in Weapon Town never have trouble selling; it's rare to see a weaponsmith hawking their wares. On the streets, you might only see a few people selling magical ores calling out to attract customers.

However, Su Yao was a food vendor, and she wasn't afraid of lowering her status, so she actively shouted her wares!

This cry of the street vendor, just as expected, instantly caught the attention of the passersby, and even some stall owners quietly poked their heads out to see where this clear and pleasant voice was coming from.

"Huh, what kind of shop is this? Was it here before?"

"How do I remember that there used to be a little path over a meter wide there, and there wasn't this house..."

"So there was no house before, but what is this that we see now? Could it have just appeared moments ago? That would be incredible; it must be some kind of storage and expandable weapon that could move this little shop here and set it up immediately."

The people of the Weapon Town have their own opinions about this magical thing, but they still don't know exactly what it is.

"Shall we go and take a look?"

"Let's go, let's go! It's right across the street, we can take a quick look without closing the shop."

Just as several vendors were walking over, a man carrying numerous bags stopped in front of Su Yao's stall.

"What is this?" the man asked, his eyes fixed on the drink stand guarded by Peng San.

Peng San watched him lift his finger and point at the cola.

The man also lowered his body, wanting to take a closer look at the object. "It's pitch black. Is it a potion? Why can't I tell what kind of medicine this is?"

The man seemed to be a pharmacist, and he had already started listing the ingredients of the black potion. Peng San quickly interrupted his thoughts and said, "This is not a potion, it's a beverage, something you can drink."

Su Yao handed a stack of disposable tasting cups to Peng San. Peng San immediately poured a little for the man to try. "This thing is called cola. It tastes sweet, with a feeling of bubbles fighting in your mouth. It's amazing and very tasty."

The man couldn't tell what this thing was, but he could see that it wasn't poisonous, so after hesitating for a second, he took it and drank a sip.

The soda slid into his mouth, the bubbles popping one after another. It was the man's first time experiencing this sensation, and his eyebrows twitched with each burst. After swallowing, he let out a series of burps, and with each one, he felt the gas diminish significantly.

"This is something I haven't tried before, not bad." The man had already started taking out gold coins. "How much for a bottle? I'll take one."

At the end of July, when the heat was at its peak, Peng San immediately recommended adding ice.

"More!"

The man stood nearby, drinking a cola with ice. The more he drank, the better it tasted, and soon he had finished the entire glass.

"A bit unsatisfying, give me ten more cups... Are these also good? Ten of each, with ice. Bring me ten portions of everything else on the side."

The man, though dressed in tattered clothes, was not short of money. After drinking just one glass of cola, he began ordering everything on the menu, ten portions at a time.

"The drinks next to it are different from cola, but they are all very tasty. Please take yours, dear customer!"

Peng San experienced the joy of selling goods and was especially courteous to the first big-spending customer.

"Is it really that good? I'll have a glass too, with ice." This was the owner of the weapon shop across the street. He had been watching the whole time and couldn't help but become curious about the drink.

"Hey, how did you just go ahead and buy it?" His companion was shocked. "Aren't you afraid this person might be a shill?"

"I'm not a decoy."

"He's not a plant."

"The weaponsmith and the traveler spoke in unison."

The weaponsmith explained to his companions, "I saw him a few days ago; he came to inquire about weapons."

And this stall and this woman appeared here for the first time, they didn't seem to be together.

"Whether it's good or not, you'll only know after tasting it. Have a sip first." Su Yao smiled as she handed them the sample cups of cola.

Next to him, Peng San poured a few other samples for the traveler. "It's better to try them all. Some people can't handle the whole thing."

However, this traveler only drank another cup of coconut juice and took a bite of the diced braised pork, then stopped eating. Instead, he ordered twenty more portions.

After the weapon smiths finished their cola, they were full of surprise and began placing more orders with the man.