"Why did I pinch you? You deserved a beating." Su Jiaoniang let go of her hand.

Granny Hua immediately rubbed her wrist and glared at Su Jiaoniang, saying, "Be careful, someone's watching you."

"Is it that guy who jumped on the bandwagon and started selling fried chicken?" Su Jiaoniang asked casually.

Granny Hua was stunned. She had never had any direct contact with Wang Xiaoniu. How did this person know about Wang Xiaoniu?

Su Jiaoniang didn't explain to Granny Hua. She stared at the man who was still selling fried chicken for a long time, then revealed a meaningful smile. It was one thing for him to be eyeing her fried chicken, but he was even eyeing her as a person.

He stared at the old woman for a long time.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that the old woman and the trend-follower are a perfect match.

She reached out and touched the mole near her mouth, a mark often associated with matchmakers. As a qualified matchmaker, Su Jiaoniang knew what she should do.

Let's match them up!

She walked to the dock and told Xiaoya that she would be back late that night.

Next, she went into the restaurant and watched Wang Xiaoniu's actions. After he sold all the fried chicken and pushed his cart away, Su Jiaoniang followed him. The moment Wang Xiaoniu entered the house, she took a wooden stick and knocked Wang Xiaoniu unconscious.

Then they tore off Wang Xiaoniu's coat and threw it into Granny Hua's house.

The matchmaker, Hua Pozi, was a well-known figure in the county town, so her residence was easily found. She threw Wang Xiaoniu onto Hua Pozi's bed, locked the door, and quietly left without taking a trace.

Granny Hua was quite old, but she was full of energy. Wang Xiaoniu also liked to daydream, so Su Jiaoniang thought this arrangement was perfect.

Return to Sweetwater Village.

Su Jiaoniang noticed the large red lantern hanging in front of her house.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the chili peppers in the yard seemed to have turned quite a bit redder.

Su Jiaoniang went into the kitchen, where Changsheng and Xiaoya were preparing food.

As for Gu Xizhou and Lu Futu, the two sat under the eaves, one holding a book and reading it, and the other holding a medical book and slowly memorizing the basic knowledge.

The moonlight shining down created an illusion of tranquility and peace.

Su Jiaoniang stood in front of the door, gazing at the two people opposite her. A sudden illusion flashed through her mind: she actually felt that the two people looked somewhat alike, even though their noses and eyes were not so similar.

A strange illusion.

I washed my hands and headed towards the kitchen.

Several chilies in the yard had turned red. After thinking for a while, Su Jiaoniang made a spicy chicken dish that evening. The spicy chicken had the flavor of Sichuan and Chongqing from later generations. The moment it came out of the pot, the fragrant and spicy aroma began to fill the small courtyard.

Knowing that the people in the corridor weren't very familiar with the taste of chili peppers, I also made a light vegetarian dish.

The food was served, and several people sat around the table to eat together.

As they got closer, Su Jiaoniang began to observe Gu Xizhou.

He ate with his back straight and his neck slightly tilted. He held the chopsticks with perfect hand shape. Su Jiaoniang felt that he looked familiar, but after thinking carefully, she could not find any familiar memory points.

She simply assumed she had misremembered.

The moment Lu Wujiu put the spicy chicken in his mouth, the pungent and fragrant flavor burst forth.

He picked up the soup next to him and took a spoonful.

The spiciness intensifies at this moment.

He glanced back at Su Jiaoniang, feeling that the dinner was more than just food; it held a sense of mystery and something he couldn't fathom.

Su Jiaoniang returned his smile.

Staring at Gu Xizhou's face, then looking at his neck and ears, the tips of his ears were slightly red, but his neck and face were white.

This person is wearing a mask.

Ancient disguise techniques are different from later makeup or plastic surgery techniques. She didn't know where to start with disguise or what the effect would be, but she was sure that his face wasn't what it was now.

Does Madam Feng know about this?

Su Jiaoniang frowned slightly.

Thinking back to the scene I witnessed in the Cai family's backyard, Madam Feng with a man...

Is Lady Feng's child the young master of the Cai family?

This is something I can't think about too deeply. Su Jiaoniang put a piece of chicken in her mouth.

The spicy flavor carries memories of her past life. Although she is not from Sichuan or Chongqing, as an Interpol agent, she has traveled all over the beautiful land of China and tried her best to taste the delicacies of every place. She has changed time and space, but the deliciousness she makes is still the same.

After eating the spicy chicken, Su Jiaoniang started craving Chongqing noodles.

That hot and spicy feeling is worth trying.

Night quietly slipped away.

The next day, Su Jiaoniang sold her fried chicken early in the morning. Standing in the market, she noticed that the person next door who had followed suit and made fried chicken had disappeared.

After asking around, the person selling wontons next door said, "Wang Xiaoniu has really gone too far. He actually dared to touch that old woman. Not only did he get caught by her husband, but he also got beaten up and had all of Wang Xiaoniu's property confiscated."

"..." Su Jiaoniang held back her laughter.

She continued with her business, selling fried chicken, when she suddenly smelled a burnt aroma. Following the smell, she looked around and saw Lu Congrong selling fried chicken on the other side of the street.

...

Lu Congrong's fried chicken was even worse than Wang Xiaoniu's.

Wang Xiaoniu knew to use dry breadcrumbs instead of breadcrumbs, but Lu Congrong simply used flour to wrap the bread.

They're all edible, and deep-frying them is pretty good, but since customers have seen other, better options, Lu Congrong's fried chicken isn't selling very well.

She wanted to make fried chicken, but she didn't have the guts to learn from Wang Xiaoniu. She couldn't even control the heat, and the chicken cutlets she fried were all burnt. How could they possibly taste good? Su Jiaoniang glanced at them and walked towards her stall.

One after another, people followed suit, and there will only be more in the future.

What she can do is to have what others don't, and to be better than others. As long as she masters the secrets of delicious food, she will not be replaced.

Su Jiaoniang continued her business.

Fried chicken is still selling very quickly. I check my wallet and glance at the small shops around me.

She really wants to own a shop right now.

but……

He was penniless and couldn't even afford to pay Gu Xizhou the agreed-upon tuition; all the money he had was spent on his child's early education in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Sure enough, the cub was a four-horned gold-devouring beast.

No matter how clever your money-making methods are, you can't get enough money for a four-legged creature.

Su Jiaoniang rubbed her shoulders and headed back to the village.

Upon reaching the village entrance, they saw Zhu Shi, who was standing by the wall looking towards the county town. Her face turned cold the moment she saw Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang rolled her eyes, pretending not to see, and shook the full purse hanging from her waist as she walked home.

Zhu's face turned pale and purplish as she listened to the sound of the copper coins clinking.

She turned around, stared at Su Jiaoniang's slender back, and bit her teeth hard.

Thinking of Lu Dashan's scheming at this moment, she swallowed her grievances and waited for the final reckoning later.

A barking dog doesn't bite; Zhu's behavior at this moment made Su Jiaoniang suspicious.

This person isn't a smart one; how could they possibly hold back when faced with provocation?

Could there be an even bigger conspiracy?