"What are dumplings? What is tofu pudding? What is a hand-pulled pancake?..."

As Ma listened to the order, her mouth watered uncontrollably with each new dish name she heard.

It was finally Madam Ma's turn. "What would you like to eat, madam?" Zhao Qingyi asked.

Mrs. Ma felt that her eyes were not enough to take it all in, seeing all kinds of food in the counter, none of which she had ever seen before.

She seemed a little hesitant, cautiously pointing to the different foods with her finger, "I want that, that, and that too."

Zhao Qingyi felt that Ma Shi looked very familiar, but she couldn't quite remember who she was for a moment.

Although Ma hadn't been away from the Zhao family for very long, she couldn't resist her gluttony, and in just a few months, she gained fifty or sixty pounds.

Her facial features were no longer as striking as before.

Zhao Qingyi quoted the prices one by one, "Madam, it's 34 coins in total."

Mrs. Ma felt a pang of heartache, but looking at the food, she quickly swallowed her saliva, paid, and went to the food counter.

Holding a heavy plate, Ma's mind was now completely focused on the food, the delicious food.

She didn't even notice that the people in the shop window were her former in-laws.

Even if she were to pay attention, she might not recognize them. To ensure food hygiene, all the women in the Zhao family wore masks, regardless of who they were or what they were doing.

The masks were also uniformly embroidered with the words "Zhao's Snack Shop".

After confirming the identity of Ma Shi several times, Zhang Cuicui, who was in charge of serving the food, calmly called Huang Shi over and told her that Ma Shi was eating in the store.

Upon hearing this, Madam Ma felt an urge to rush to the front hall and kill Madam Ma.

If it weren't for the Ma family's high-density location, given the remoteness of Zhao Family Village and the cautious nature of its inhabitants,

How could they be found so easily by refugees, and they almost got surrounded and killed?

Of course, some people might say that even without the Ma family, the refugees would still be able to find Zhao Family Village.

But how can that be the same? They completely sold out which path to take to enter the village and how to take a detour. This is tantamount to putting the heads of the people of Zhao Family Village under a knife.

Although there was no real harm done, ever since then, many people in Zhao Village have often been awakened in the middle of the night by fright. The timid girls are still not over the incident and hide from people whenever they see them.

Who will heal the wounds in my heart?

Huang wandered around the courtyard for a while, then went out to the street through the back door.

They found a few beggar children and gave each of them a meat bun and five coins.

With these little ones in tow, they arrived at the front door of the food shop and waited for Ma.

Fifteen minutes later, Ma sauntered out of the food stall, rubbing her round belly.

Huang pointed at Ma from their hiding place and said...

"See this woman? She sold our village during the refugee crisis and almost killed thousands of people in our village."

Later, you guys help me follow this woman and see where she goes, and it would be best to find out where she lives.

Come back and tell me, and I'll give each of you five more coins, plus a meat bun each.

Upon hearing this, the little beggars immediately felt united in their hatred of the enemy.

The reason is simple: during the worst of the famine some time ago, several of their younger siblings were captured by refugees and forced into slavery.

"Grandma, don't worry, I promise I won't lose you. You can trust me to handle things."

The slightly older beggar patted his chest and assured him.

Huang nodded, "Okay, then be careful. Try not to startle her, and if there is any danger, run away quickly."

After explaining the details of the surveillance, Huang felt she still needed to do something, so she headed to the entrance of the town.

In the past, oxcarts from Zhao Family Village would pick up and drop off people here. This was also the place where you had the best chance of running into someone from Zhao Family Village.

As expected, when they reached the town entrance, the people on the oxcart had just gotten off. Old Man Wang then fed the oxen some water.

"Brother Wang, you've just arrived?" Huang greeted him.

Old Man Wang was quite surprised that Huang had time to wander around the town entrance today.

Everyone in Zhao Village knows that Zhao Qianci opened a food stall in town.

In the past, villagers would bring the eggs laid by their chickens, ducks, and geese to the market to sell. Not only did they not get a good price, but they also had to pay for transportation.

Now, as long as there are chickens, ducks, geese, eggs, or leftover vegetables at home,

As long as it's delivered to the village chief's house, and then from the village chief's house to Zhao's Snack Shop in town, they'll definitely give you the fairest price.

This solved a major problem for the villagers.

"Sister-in-law, what brings you here today? Are you planning to go back to the village? My ox needs a rest before we can go," Old Wang explained.

Huang shook her head. "No, Brother Wang, I just wanted to ask you to pass on a message to my cousin Jinfa. Tell him that I saw Ma today and asked him what his plan was."

At first, Old Man Wang didn't quite understand, but then he realized who this Ma was.

His eyes sharpened. "Alright, sister-in-law, I'll head back to the village now."

After saying that, he stopped feeding the oxen, packed up his things, mounted the oxcart, and left.

Huang wanted to say something more, but seeing the billowing dust left behind by the oxcart, he put his hand down.

He turned around and went back to the shop.

Mrs. Ma had a very satisfying breakfast this morning. It was a bit pricey, but it was really delicious.

I've never eaten anything so delicious in my entire life.

Because her cooking skills were poor, although the butcher could give her some pork scraps to eat every day,

But I always felt that the taste was a little off; there was always a porky smell.

Whether it was meat buns or pan-fried dumplings, the meat in them today was incredibly juicy and delicious with no trace of porky smell.

Humming a little tune, I returned to the butcher's stall and saw the butcher's face covered in fat. Suddenly, I regained my senses.

I was careless; I forgot to buy groceries to cook for the butcher.

He turned around and hurried to the alley entrance, where he spent two coins to buy a bunch of water spinach and went home.

The butcher was so busy he barely had time to breathe. Ma hurriedly greeted the butcher and went to the kitchen.

I didn't really pick through the water spinach; I just chopped it into small pieces with a knife. Then I threw it into the water, rinsed it once, and took it out.

I scooped half a spoonful of lard into the pot, but the oil hadn't melted much yet.

I put the water spinach into the pot, stir-fried it a couple of times, and then, feeling tired, I took a water ladle and poured in half a ladle of water.

Just sit by the stove and watch the fire.

I'm thinking about what kind of staple food to make for the butcher. Making flatbread is too much trouble.

After thinking for a moment, I got up, grabbed a handful of wheat flour, added water, and made a big, sticky lump.

I poured it directly into the pot. Then I covered it and let it simmer.

Although Ma was lazy, she wasn't completely stupid. She knew that a small fire was needed at this time.

Fifteen minutes later, the lid was opened, and the mushy clump of noodles was cooked. The water spinach had lost its crisp texture.

The butcher's breakfast is ready, perfect.