Few people took the incident that Zhou Dahai and his wife caused in the Yi family seriously.

Yiya Mi and his three companions still set up their stall as usual.

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"Last night, a gust of wind and rain blew away the crabapple blossoms in my west attic~" Yang Zeju hummed a self-composed tune, swinging a cloud-patterned heart-shaped pendant made of blue and gold silk threads hanging around his waist. His chubby body swayed with each step as he walked.

"Hey, Mr. Yang, good morning! Are you going out for breakfast or going out for fun?" The street vendor who knew Yang Zeju took the initiative to greet him.

"Good morning, let's go find some delicious food to appease my stomach." Yang Zeju narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at who was greeting him, his lips slightly raised, indicating that he was in a good mood today.

"Oh, you've come at the perfect time. There's a small stall called Yijia Food Stall in the south market near the town entrance, specializing in braised duck and other braised dishes. I had a few bites of it last time when I was drinking with a friend of mine. The taste was so good, I'm still drooling just thinking about it now!" The vendor spoke in a loud voice, and his hands moved up and down as he spoke, and you could see his excitement.

Yang Zeju narrowed his eyes and stroked his mustache. "Seriously?"

"When have I ever lied to you? You'd better go there quickly. The braised food here is delicious. It's always crowded with people every day. If you go too late, you won't be able to get even a little bit of vegetable." The vendor glanced at the position of the sun and reminded Yang Zeju.

"We have to hurry!" Upon hearing this, Yang Zeju no longer cared about his image. He was leisurely playing with the heart-shaped pendant in the last second, and in the next second he was holding up his clothes and running towards the south of the city.

"Miss Yi, just give me the same things as usual." The woman who had been finding faults before came to buy again, and Yi Yami was already familiar with her.

"Sister Ma, you are here again!" Yi Yami grinned and kept packing things in his hands.

"Yes, your brother Ma loves to eat this. Before, your brother Ma had a bad temper and was always sullen. But now he is better. Not only does he drink less, he also specifically asked me to buy more and have it as a meal when he gets home. Don't you think it's strange? It's as if there is medicine in the braised food in your house." Mrs. Ma said jokingly.

Yi Yami raised an eyebrow and immediately replied with a smile, "That's not true. It just tastes good. I bumped into it. It could be that, Brother Ma, seeing your hard work and dedication, I know to take good care of myself."

"That's right, really, Miss Xiao Yi, I'm very grateful to you. If it weren't for your braised food, my damn husband would have just drank horse urine every day, and he would have been forced to do it without any effect. Now he's better, drinking less, and he's a lot more sober every day. Now he knows how to go out and find work. As for me, I feel much more comfortable and rarely get angry anymore." Mrs. Ma continued to chat with Yi Yami.

After hearing this, Yi Yami also laughed, thinking to herself: It must be the effects of the five-flavor fruit and the fountain of youth. The five-flavor fruit seasoning is a must-have for every braised dish, and because the fountain of youth is too powerful, she only drops one or two drops in each pot. She didn't expect that it can also help people wake up, which is also a pleasant surprise.

There was also a familiar customer nearby who, after hearing the two of them chatting, chimed in, "Yes, Miss Xiaoyi's food is really different. My whole family loves it when I buy it back. You don't know that my mother-in-law and my youngest son are really picky eaters."

"That's right. It's the same at my house. We don't eat this, and we don't eat that." Another customer said.

"And I think Xiao Yi's braised food is really delicious. My picky daughter who doesn't like to eat actually ate two bowls of rice for the first time. I was shocked." Another woman said.

"Hahahaha, thank you all for your support. If it's delicious, please buy more and I'll weigh more for you." Yiyami listened to the customers chatting with each other and felt happy and proud in her heart. Sometimes it doesn't matter how much money you make, the only thing you want is a sense of accomplishment.

"We have new items today: braised pig's trotters, braised pig's heart, and braised pig's intestines. Does anyone want any?" Yiyami fished out the new items from the bottom of the jar and asked everyone.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's a new product, we have to try it!" The guests present responded enthusiastically. Some of them had already bought something and left, but came back after hearing that there was a new product.

At this moment, a breathless voice appeared, breaking the atmosphere, "I, I, I... I also... want..."

When everyone heard the sound, they all looked back, trying to find the source of the sound.

Yang Zeju was seen with his hands on his knees, panting and sweating profusely. Seeing everyone looking at him, he was not embarrassed, but took the opportunity to squeeze to the front of the crowd.

Seeing him like this, Yi Yami couldn't help but want to laugh, but she still asked him seriously, "Sir, what do you want?"

"I'm new here, I don't know which one tastes good..." Yang Zeju glanced at the jar and took a deep breath. Wow, it smells so good! I came to the right place!

Before Yi Yami could speak, a customer next to him suggested to Yang Zeju, "Uncle, try them all, they are all good and delicious!"

"Yes, it's so delicious that you'll want to suck your fingers!"

"I think her duck wings are the best!"

“The duck neck is delicious!”

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There are too many opinions and Yang Zeju can’t choose.

Seeing this, Yi Yami took some of each, packed them up and handed them to him. "Try them all. Next time you'll know which one you like better."

"Okay, how much is it?" Yang Zeju asked while taking out his wallet.

"38 wen in total."

"Little girl, don't you have a table and chairs? Where can I eat then?" Yang Zeju paid the money and took it, wanting to find a table to sit down and enjoy it slowly.

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