Chapter 155: Stealing a Chicken, Losing the Rice

Once Doctor Wang said these words of praise, what truth could not be understood?

"Feeling healthy? I know, that must be the soup dumplings! The dumplings are for beauty and nourishment, and the drink is for health and longevity!"

Goudan was a smart guy, and he immediately inserted the hawking of soup dumplings into the video as an advertisement.

This was a case of losing more than gaining. Not only did she fail to ruin Cheng Weiyao's business, but she actually gave her publicity in disguise? The mistress was so angry that her nose was almost crooked.

But she still refused to accept reality. Since she couldn't use her aunt's previous infectious disease to make a fuss, she turned the gun in another direction.

The mistress put her hands on her hips and pointed at Doctor Wang's nose in the street and cursed: "I can see that you are here for money. You are praising this old woman so much. Are you having an affair with her? You adulterer!"

The concubine had the same gentle temperament as the imperial concubine, but even a rabbit will bite when it is angry. She couldn't stand the mistress making a fuss about her reputation, so she pointed her finger immediately.

"Get out of here! This is my stall, you're not welcome!"

When you get old, no one wants to lose their dignity in their later years.

Doctor Wang's face was also very sour. He had been practicing medicine in Qingshi Town for many years. Although he was indeed alone now, no one would be happy to be accused of being an adulterer for no reason.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Our Mr. Wang is such a decent person. Do you really think he's like you, twisting right and wrong just to gossip?"

"I think it's some gossipy woman who has no man to love her and is looking for trouble. Send her out. She's ruining my appetite just by being in my sight!"

Although Doctor Wang was a gentle person and kept frowning and saying nothing, the diners could not stand it anymore and turned into mouths to bombard the mistress.

"You...you guys are bullying me by taking advantage of your power. Do you really think I'm a pushover?!"

Even though the mistress was eloquent, she could not handle so many people speaking at the same time, and she immediately staggered back a step, trying to find reinforcements.

The third wife looked obedient, but in fact she was still somewhat rebellious. As soon as Cheng Weiyao and Doctor Wang appeared, she knew that the situation was no longer under the control of the mistress.

So he slipped away without hesitation, and the cat waited behind the crowd to watch the fun.

The mistress turned around and saw Goudan and the others with bared teeth on their faces: "Old witch, you don't understand what I say, right? Get out of here!"

Even the little beggar stepped on her head, and the mistress felt even more resentful towards the third wife: Damn little bitch, you failed me at the critical moment, I will teach you a lesson when I get home!

Cheng Weiyao watched her mistress being besieged, but she was grinning in her heart. It turned out that she had made the right choice to invite Mr. Wang. If it was an ordinary person, the effect might not be the same.

As expected, people of high moral character and prestige have their own counterattack buff, and can cause unexpected damage even if they do not take action.

In the end, under the chatter of everyone, the mistress had no choice but to leave the area where Cheng Weiyao was setting up her stall in shame. However, after escaping, she not only did not go home, but instead yelled at everyone she met.

"Don't eat the soup dumplings from that stall. The owner is a complete ungrateful person. He has feelings for a dog, but he bullies even relatives like us if he can't get used to it, let alone a stranger. He'll definitely rip you off!"

When Goudan took his friends to help Cheng Weiyao to promote business, he happened to meet the mistress who was spreading rumors everywhere, so he ran to Cheng Weiyao and started an imitation show.

Not to mention, with the lift of his chin and the curling of his index finger, he really imitated the mistress's sarcastic and mean look about 70% of the time, and Cheng Weiyao was amused.

"Madam, that old witch is slandering you, how can she still laugh..."

Goudan stopped his imitation and looked at Cheng Weiyao's open-minded look with some confusion.

"She has a mouth on her body, can I just use a rag to block it? She's an ungrateful person, so what? Since she said that, I'd feel embarrassed if I didn't do it..."

What Cheng Weiyao hates the most is this kind of talk. It takes only one mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of effort to refute them.

She believed that the people of Qingshi Town were not fools and could tell right from wrong. As for the saying of ungrateful people, why not be a happy ungrateful person?

"Goudan, tell your friends to come back and stop shouting for business."

The soup dumpling stall is already quite busy. With its popularity accumulated over the days, it has attracted many regular customers and is approaching saturation.

Since the mistress likes to spread rumors and stir up trouble so much, wouldn't it be a waste for her to treat her in the same way she treats her?

Goudan blinked his eyes and moved closer to Cheng Weiyao. He instinctively knew that the job was about to begin.

Cheng Weiyao's revenge had already begun to show results that day. Her grandfather walked towards home with a face full of anger.

The old lady was still eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist hall. The mistress was chasing the third wife around the yard with a willow branch and beating her. This was revenge for her not coming out in time to support her in the afternoon.

"Please stop beating me. If you beat me to death, who will the master use?"

The third roommate was young and had good hearing. He noticed the approaching footsteps and pretended to be tripped pitifully. He fell to the ground and raised his arms to cover his face.

"The master will naturally have me to serve him, why would you, a little bitch, need to worry about it? Even if I beat you to death today, no one would dare to say a word!"

The mistress was already angry because she hadn't been able to defeat the third wife for a long time, and when she saw this pretentious look, her anger grew even stronger.

"Who do you want to kill?"

My grandfather was furious at the mistress's shrewish behavior. Rumors were circulating that he was a weakling who was afraid of women. He couldn't even control his own woman, allowing this crazy woman to shamelessly bite people in public.

Originally he thought the rumors were too much, but now seeing this situation he realized that they were not entirely groundless. Although the third wife was only a concubine, she was still his woman after all. If he wanted to kill her, he had to ask for her opinion!

The third wife looked at her grandfather who appeared in time, with a face full of weakness and helplessness. She herself was born a maid and was petite.

Compared with the plump and plump mistress, it was like a little white rabbit versus a big fat pig, and the grandfather immediately felt pity for her.

"Master, it was the third wife who bumped into me first. I just scolded her a few times, isn't that enough..."

The mistress was so angry that smoke was about to come out of her head, but after all, she knew that her grandfather's temper would not tolerate any tough talk, so she had to suppress her temper.

"You go prepare dinner. I'll stay in the third room tonight. Starting tomorrow, you'll be responsible for buying meals every day..."

My grandfather rubbed his temples and used an imperative tone. The only way to dispel the rumors was to speak out in person.