"These days everyone's looking for something pollution-free and harmless! I'll go look for some next time. Millet is good for you, you should drink more of it too, your stomach isn't good."

Xu Milu cleaned the few tables in the shop and waited for customers to come in.

Soon, we had our first customer of the day.

"Wow, the landlady is up early today."

Just after six o'clock, someone came to buy breakfast. Seeing Xu Milu there, the person gave a friendly smile.

"Hey boss, you're here too? Haven't seen you for days. Give me a steamed bun with an egg."

Liu Hongmei responded with a few words:

"Yes, I've been out of town for the past few days. I'd like a steamed bun with an egg, and seaweed soup or millet porridge? Okay, six yuan and fifty cents. Thanks."

Gradually, more and more people started coming. Several elderly people who were doing their morning exercise simply ordered breakfast and sat down on the plastic benches at the entrance to eat slowly.

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Liu Hongmei handled both the money and the breakfasts efficiently, leaving Xu Milu with nowhere to help. She could only greet the elderly men and women outside, and the four of them occupied a table, enjoying their meal together.

A middle-aged woman with short, curly hair skillfully picked up a tea egg, rolled it a few times on the table, peeled off the shell intact, took a bite, and smiled broadly as she ate.

"Oh, this egg smells so good! I've been eating it for days and I'm not tired of it."

Aunt Wang ate three tea eggs in a row before stopping. Seeing Xu Milu scooping out tea eggs, she struck up a conversation with her:

"Hey, little boss, your eggs are so delicious! My grandson, who doesn't like eggs, can eat two of them. But your millet porridge and eight-treasure porridge don't taste right. Is the rice from the supermarket? It's not that they're bad, but they don't match your delicious eggs... Oh dear, look at my mouth... ptooey, ptooey, ptooey."

"Auntie, your palate is amazing! You can even tell something's wrong with the rice. We also have millet and corn grits from the countryside, but they won't be available for a few more days. I'm so sorry about these next few days."

Xu Milu was busy scooping the tea eggs into a basin and handing them to Liu Hongmei. Before she could finish speaking, several new customers arrived. She didn't have time to chat with these elderly men and women anymore, so she naturally didn't recognize that Grandpa Jiang was Grandma Zhou's husband.

The curly-haired woman glanced at one of the elderly men and joked:

"Old Jiang, when did you start keeping birds? Didn't your husband, Old Zhou, forbid you from keeping them?"

He was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing square-framed glasses, and had a refined and scholarly air about him. There was a birdcage at his feet, with a myna bird standing obediently on a pillar inside.

This man was none other than Grandpa Jiang, Grandma Zhou's husband.

Ever since Aunt Zhou tried the eggs from Hongmei Breakfast Shop, he and his husband have become loyal fans.

The couple agreed to take turns buying breakfast every day. This group of elderly women and men were introduced by the couple, and over time they all became fans of Wheat Ear Eggs.

"My partner and I picked this out together, hehe."

Grandpa Jiang glanced at Xu Milu and said smugly:

"It's all thanks to their tea eggs! Hey! My husband's temper has improved a lot lately. My little grandson used to have to chase after him every time it was mealtime, but now he's always asking for their eggs—we've known each other for so many years, let me give you a sneak peek."

Grandpa Jiang picked out half an egg yolk, squinted his eyes, and fed it bit by bit to the myna in the cage, whispering:

"I had my husband Jiang Liu take the items to the lab for testing... Everything in this store is top-notch!"

As people get older, they become more careful about what they eat. He was worried that the restaurant might have added something to the soup, but his son took it to be tested and found that not only were there no additives, but the soup was also high in nutrients!

This is truly one of those "treasure shops" that people talk about online.

Before his companion could ask any further questions, Grandpa Jiang wiped his mouth and waved happily to Liu Hongmei:

"Boss, five more tea eggs to go!"

Liu Hongmei looked apologetic on the other end of the line: "I'm sorry, sir, we're out for today. Please come back tomorrow!"

Grandpa Jiang was so angry he wanted to pry the half-egg yolk out of the myna bird's mouth.

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Even though Xu Milu and Liu Hongmei had prepared enough ingredients, they were all sold out after 6:30 p.m.

Many people who failed to buy the tea-flavored double-yolk eggs couldn't help but sigh in frustration and complain.

"Boss, I've been queuing since 6:30, but I still haven't gotten any eggs. Why don't you prepare more eggs?"

"I'm the unlucky one. They were all gone when it was my turn. I was thinking of buying two more."

"What terrible luck!"

"Double-yolk eggs are rare, though. If you don't have any, give me a steamed bun. What? You're even out of steamed buns?"

"...Where's the seaweed soup? There's no soup left?! I got up at six o'clock! How come I still haven't been able to buy any! You beast!"

Liu Hongmei apologized with a smile:

"I'm so sorry, but the steamed buns will be available in a couple of days. I'll make sure to prepare plenty so that everyone can get some!"

Seeing Liu Hongmei tidying up the money box, Xu Milu quickly chimed in:

"Yes, yes, the breakfast portions are a bit small right now. We'll have new items in a few days, so everyone can come and try them. I'm really sorry about today."

The crowd then dispersed, grumbling amongst themselves.

Xu Milu truly admires that guy who gets up at six o'clock just to have breakfast.

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To fulfill her promise to everyone about the new product, Xu Milu took five storage compartments of fruit back to Sichuan and Chongqing after Liu Hongmei hired a shop assistant.

She had already contacted Zhao Jin some time ago, so she went straight to the warehouse as soon as she got off the plane.

Zhang Mengmeng, nicknamed "Lao San," is a genuine Sichuan-Chongqing girl who is a terrifyingly capable person who can chew Erjingtiao tea leaves.

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