Grandma Sun was also packing up her stall, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself that the little girl next to her had shown her what it meant to have capable children—it was always someone else's child. She made money so easily, her purse was always bulging. Such a child was truly enviable. Thinking of her own disappointing children, she sighed helplessly, resigned to her unfortunate old age.

Qiao Xiaoni stretched and was about to help tidy up when two women, both wearing scarves, approached from a distance. One of them, dressed in a factory suit, stood out and was pulling the other to stop her from coming closer.

"We're sold out of fried dough sticks. Come back tomorrow if you want some." Qiao Xiaoni spoke up first when she saw them approaching without saying anything.

"Young lady, how do you make your vegetable pancakes?" Zhao Yue asked in a displeased tone. She had worked hard all night, but only sold half of the vegetable pancakes. Two people even came back to argue with her, saying that the pancakes were not tasty. She had no choice but to return their money.

"How dare you ask me that, ma'am?" Qiao Xiaoni replied bluntly, since the other woman hadn't even given her a smile. Her first question upon arriving was about how to make vegetable pancakes, as if she owed the woman something.

Wu Min tugged at Zhao Yue's arm, reminding her that she had said the wrong thing, that there was no way to talk like that.

Zhao Yue looked unconvinced. "I don't think there's anything wrong with asking questions. I came here just to ask how you make your vegetable pancakes. Is there something you can't say? Do you put something shady in your vegetable pancakes?" She had been upset all morning and was venting all her frustrations without even knowing what she was saying.

Qiao Xiaoni raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting thing to say. What I put in my vegetable pancakes is none of your business. What can you do to me if I don't want to tell you?"

Zhao Yue turned pale with anger. In her eyes, this inexperienced young girl dared to talk back to her.

"Do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"I don't care who you are. You act like I owe you something. I don't even know you, why should I tell you how to make vegetable pancakes?"

Zhao Yue put her hands on her hips. "You're not going to tell me? You just wait, I'll make sure your business goes out of business here."

Qiao Xiaoni laughed, "Why can't I do business here?"

Zhao Yue said, "Just because my husband is Wang Qiang, who collects management fees in this area, I'll make sure you can't set up your stall here tomorrow. Let's see what you're so smug about then."

Through her conversation, Qiao Xiaoni finally learned who this woman was. People in the town had to pay a management fee every day to set up stalls. Some people would set up their stalls before dawn to sell their goods as quickly as possible and go home before the collectors came to collect the money.

Alternatively, two stalls can be combined into one, and a single payment can be made.

"So you're Wang Qiang's wife? So what? I haven't shortchanged anyone, and I haven't taken up anyone else's space. Why can't I set up my stall?"

Seeing that the little girl wasn't afraid, Zhao Yue knew that her husband managed this area, and people in the market generally gave her some respect.

"You little brat, this whole area is under my man's control. Starting tomorrow, I won't let you set up a stall here anymore, so don't come begging me then."

“Then let’s give it a try.” It was Su Chenhao who said this. He walked up to Qiao Xiaoni. “Go back and tell Wang Qiang that this business belongs to me, Su Chenhao. If he wants to cause trouble, then let him try.”