He would set up a stall. He would accept payment in the form of raw ingredients. You want a bowl of this heavenly, life-changing soup? Bring me that ugly tuber you dug up. Bring me the bones you stripped the meat off. Bring me the intestines you don't know how to clean. Bring me the tough neck meat you can't chew.
"It solves everything," Sol grinned, rubbing his hands together. "I feed my family for free. I get unlimited supplies for the stall. And most importantly... I become the most popular man among the women."
"It's a perfect loop," Sol grinned. "I turn their garbage into their addiction."
The plan crystallized in his mind.
He stood up, excitedly, dusting off his hands. The logistics were solid. But there was one final piece missing. The soul of the dish.
Flavor.
