Chapter 157 Strategy

Especially Wen Chengming, who had a keen nose, ran to the stone table eagerly to set the dishes.

“Is this made of bird’s nest?”

Wen Liyu took a bite and blinked. What kind of a happy occasion was it today? Why was her family spending so much money? She had really learned her lesson. She knew how hard it was to make money.

"It just tastes like bird's nest, and it's very cheap. This is a new product we're going to launch today. If you think it's feasible, you can join the breakfast stall!"

Cheng Weiyao grinned. The flat meat was not only white in color and good-looking, but most importantly, it was soft and smooth when eaten, tough and chewy, and had the flavor of bird's nest. It could be said to be an affordable delicacy suitable for all ages.

"As expected of my sister-in-law, it must be a big hit!"

Wen Chengming blew on it and put it in his mouth. The delicate and refreshing flat meat made his eyes light up and his admiration for Cheng Weiyao reached a new level.

With her family's approval, Cheng Weiyao officially debuted her new delicacy, flat meat, in the middle of Qingshi Town. To ensure that her soup dumpling business wouldn't be affected, she asked Wen Chengyun to rebuild a small cart and add tables, chairs, and benches.

"Hey, the stall owner is making a big move again. What delicious food are you going to prepare today? I'll queue up first to show my respect!"

"Count me in. I haven't had breakfast yet. Why do you say it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early?"

When the old diners saw Cheng Weiyao pushing another cart today, they immediately started to reserve seats spontaneously.

From roujiamo, tea eggs to soup dumplings, the appearance of each delicacy has made Cheng Weiyao's cooking skills more recognized. There is almost no need for anyone to take the lead in trying the food, people have already tasted that the food produced by the stall owner must be of the highest quality.

"Everyone, please eat something else first. I won't be able to serve you for a while."

Cheng Weiyao smiled and thanked everyone for their love and support.

But although her attitude seemed humble, the merchants were still competitors after all. The Qingping Palace controlled so many businesses that it was inevitable that it would attract jealousy.

The first to be affected was the wonton vendor. As soon as he saw that Cheng Weiyao's raw materials looked so much like wontons, his sense of crisis suddenly emerged.

After the soup dumplings came out, the original bun stall was the first to be impacted. Although I don’t know what Cheng Weiyao is doing, the appearance looks very similar...

“Is this wonton?”

Some diners who were watching from the sidelines had vaguely noticed something and asked questions cheerfully.

Just by smelling the aroma, you know these aren't just any wontons! After Goudan and the others had their fill of trouble at their grandparents' house, they spontaneously started raving about Cheng Weiyao's new snack.

"I have a lofty ambition and I love to eat flat meat. Flat meat, flat meat, I can't eat enough!"

After the flat meat came out of the pot one after another, the diners shifted their consumption focus, and the wonton vendor had a fake smile on his face.

Did they really think that changing the name would make it a new snack? But what infuriated him the most was that these people actually fell for it.

Because she opened a stall independently, Cheng Weiyao had to work all by herself, putting food into the pot, taking it out of the pot, serving it on the table and closing the stall. When she was too busy to do anything, there was no one to watch over the pot.

The wonton vendor who was doing poor business nearby noticed this loophole, looked at his own stall which had no customers, and then looked at the crowded stall next door.

He simply packed up his stall and turned into the dark alley. The beggars in Qingshi Town were divided into several groups. It was obvious that Goudan and the other little beggars were friends with Cheng Weiyao.

What he was looking for was a serious ruffian, the kind who could do anything. Goudan's group of beggars were not suitable.

Although beggars may seem insignificant, this group is actually divided into two types: civil and military. Civil beggars generally do the same thing as Goudan and his friends, beating clappers, singing songs, reciting lyrics, etc.

As for the martial arts, to put it bluntly, they're all just tricks to deceive people. They either use martial arts to make a living, or, worse still, they sell some drugs that you don't see in everyday life...

"Hey, what's blowing this up, little boss?"

The old beggar who was blind in one eye coughed lightly, and everyone else in the dark alley fell silent.

Several pairs of eyes were staring at him. The wonton vendor was a little nervous. He blinked his eyes slightly and said, "I heard they sell medicine here, right? Give me a pack..."

The Chaos Vendor thought very clearly. Instead of letting Cheng Weiyao's business grow and eventually squeeze him out of a living, it would be better to fight back from the very beginning.

Before the so-called flat meat became famous, it was strangled in the cradle.

Ordinary pharmacy transactions require accounting. Once the authorities are alerted, it can be easy to trace the cause back to you.

But this group of beggars is different. The things in their hands are of unknown origin, and the government offices are generally unwilling to get involved in these troublesome matters. They just go through the process and the matter is left unresolved.

"We have so many medicines here. I don't know which one you are talking about."

The old beggar raised his eyes and smiled sinisterly, showing his fingers, with a medicine packet pinched between each finger.

"Whatever, the one in the middle."

The wonton vendor was also in such a place for the first time. The damp and rotten environment and the sour smell of the beggars made him feel unwell. He casually ordered a medicine packet and planned to retreat without asking.

After all, in his eyes, what kind of decent medicine could these beggars have? They were nothing more than some inferior things like strength pills and aphrodisiac powder.

As long as Cheng Weiyao's food makes people uncomfortable, it doesn't matter what the symptoms are!

The wonton vendor looked at the medicine packet in his hand, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

The beggar's things were indeed very dirty. The medicine bag looked very old. He threw the change away and retreated in a hurry, while the beggars who were there were talking about it.

"How bizarre! He actually sold it?! This guy is really brave. I wonder what deep hatred he has that forced him to choose such a vicious method?"

"Drugging someone? It seems these businessmen aren't much more noble than us. Now we have evidence. Next time we're short of food, we'll go find him..."

The wonton vendor thought he had bought a secret shortcut, but in fact he had bought a group of parasites that had not yet fermented.

When I returned to the center of the street, Cheng Weiyao's flat meat stall was still open. Although there was a long line as usual, Cheng Weiyao was able to cook and serve the food without any delay.

The wonton vendor had already given up the idea of ​​throwing the wontons into the pot. It was too risky to get close to the pot with so many eyes watching him.

His eyes rolled around and he had a new plan in his mind!

He seemed to have accidentally blended into the crowd, but in reality, he had secretly approached one of the diners. His clenched fist loosened slightly, and the powder quickly fell from the oil-paper bag into the diner's bowl...