Cheng Ershun paused mid-slurp, noodles hanging from his chopsticks. "Add what?"
"A bell," Cheng Nuo said, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "If we have one, people will hear us coming from far away when we head out to sell."
Cheng Ershun jumped up, electrified. "That’s a brilliant idea! Like the fortune tellers with their rattling hexagram charms, or the tofu sellers with their wooden clappers, or the street performers with their gongs. We can make the bell a signature of our braised meat stall—so people know the Cheng family is coming the moment they hear it."
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