Chapter 122 A person of integrity is not afraid of his own shadow

The young man glanced at her with a half-smile.

The young wife did not hear his sarcasm and smiled, "Of course, choose mine. My baked cakes are freshly made, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and cheap, and you can get some free dishes. I guarantee you and your wife will live in harmony after eating them..."

The young man rolled his eyes.

"That's enough, you can't even hear sarcasm, and you're still trying to gossip like others. I dare not eat your food, I'm afraid that if I eat it..."

He scolded the young wife, "...I'll become stupid!"

"You..."

The young wife was angry and embarrassed, and her face turned red.

The young man stopped looking at her and grinned at Fan Qingyi, "Sister-in-law, a person of integrity is not afraid of his own shadow. I believe in you! Today I want to try the cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew you made. If it tastes good, I will buy an extra portion to take home. My wife also likes it."

"Okay, I'll decorate it for you later."

Fan Qingyi was grateful from the bottom of her heart to this young man who not only believed in her but also spoke for her.

The young man smiled and ordered two more, and took his lunch box to the dining table in the stall to eat.

Li Zhenzhu held Xiao Shanhu and moved two steps behind him. She called him uncle happily and excitedly, waiting for the young man to look back at her.

She smiled and said, "Thank you for speaking for my mother."

The young man snorted, "Your mother is obviously not the kind of person they say she is. These people will say anything to grab business. They have very bad consciences."

Li Zhenzhu nodded repeatedly.

At this time, Li Liuli came over with a small bowl of pickled cucumber and said, "Uncle, this pickled cucumber is pickled by my mother. It is very delicious. I'll give it to you to try."

"Oh, your family has this too. I thought only the noodle shop in front has it. I ate their noodles for many days in a row just for this bite of pickled cucumber. They also have sesame sauce eggs. Hey..."

The young man said, and looked up and asked Li Liuli, "Are you familiar with the hand-rolled noodles shop in front?"

"Are you talking about Uncle Youwei and Aunt Yanhong?"

Li Liuli asked with a smile, "If it's them, then that's right. On this street, we are the only two families that have pickled cucumbers and sesame sauce eggs. They are all pickled by my mother. We only give them away and don't sell them."

"Yes, they only give them away and don't sell them there either." The young man laughed.

While they were chatting, Fan Qingyi sold two more portions. This time, seven or eight people came together, four or five left, and only three remained, all of whom had eaten at the stall yesterday.

Fan Qingyi gave each person an extra small bowl of pickled cucumber.

The next few waves of people, thanks to the promotion of the vendors around, no one came to Fan Qingyi's stall to find fault and bring bad luck, so she didn't sell any more.

When the bell rang halfway, five or six more people came and went straight to Fan Qingyi's stall.

The vendors around used the same trick again and shouted loudly.

"Comrade, that woman killed her own man, she is very unlucky."

"Don't dare to eat the food she cooks, be careful of being unlucky by her..."

Several people were stunned, looked around, and someone whispered, "Are you sure it's this family?"

"It seems that they are setting up a stall with a baby. There are three of them, right?"

"Why don't we ask the stall owner if his surname is Fan?"

Several people pushed one person forward and asked Fan Qingyi if his surname was Fan.

Fan Qingyi immediately thought that these people were arranged by Feifei and Uncle Liu.

The little daughter said that this kind of people are called shills.

She hesitated and nodded, "Yes."

The man smiled and nodded to the people behind him.

The people lined up and stood in line. The man in front smiled and said, "Give me a bowl of rice."

Fan Qingyi said, "What else do you want?"

The man said, "...I want a bowl of rice."

Fan Qingyi said, "...Besides rice, what else do you want?"

The man was stunned for a moment, "Besides rice, what else do you sell?"

"...And vegetables."

Fan Qingyi opened the earthenware pot, scooped out a spoon of vegetables, and motioned the man to lower his head, "You only want rice, not vegetables?"

The man exclaimed, and smiled suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I...forgot to think of rice and vegetables at the moment. How do you sell vegetables? I'll have one too."

Fan Qingyi smiled and said, "Okay," took the lunch box handed over by the other party, filled it up, and handed it over. He

also took a clean bowl, filled it with rice and passed it over.

The man was stunned, "So... so much rice?"

"There is also a bowl of radish ball soup, which is free. If you order six dishes, you can also get two scallion pancakes. Do you want to take it away or eat it here?"

She looked back at the small dining table. The square table can seat eight people if squeezed together, but only three people were sitting, and there were five seats left.

The man looked inside and smiled, "Eat here."

He brought the rice in. Fan Qingyi asked Li Liuli to help bring the soup, and he greeted the next guest.

A few people also ordered three dishes, which really made the place full.

The young man who came first finished his meal and ordered another portion of cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew. Fan Qingyi packed half of the box and packed some of the other dishes as well, and handed it to the young man, "Thank you for today, these dishes are a thank you gift, no need to pay."

"How can I be so embarrassed?"

Fan Qingyi smiled, "I will change the dishes every two days, you can come and eat again tomorrow."

The young man also smiled and shook the lunch box, "Okay, this... Thank you, sister-in-law."

After seeing the young man off, people came to buy food one after another. Some people would leave and choose other places after hearing what the vendor said.

Naturally, there were also people who didn't believe this, thinking that these people were too unscrupulous in order to steal business, and they were rebellious and insisted on buying Fan Qingyi's food.

When the group of people who came to support him finished their meal and paid the bill, Fan Qingyi smiled and said no.

He also wrapped the scallion pancakes for everyone in newspaper and handed them over, "Thank you for coming, this meal is my treat."

Several people were stunned.

The leading man was embarrassed, "We... did it so obviously?"

"Anyway, the food is really delicious. We have to pay if we go to other restaurants to eat. How can we let you treat us..."

Someone nearby insisted on paying. After pushing it back and forth several times, some people insisted on leaving a few dollars.

Fan Qingyi had no choice but to quote the price of the dishes and charge the normal price.

In the afternoon, she sold half of the dishes, which was better than yesterday.

At the back, the vendors said they were tired and were too lazy to say anything.

Fan Qingyi grabbed the last wave of workers who came out to eat.

She sold half of the remaining dishes.

Jiang Yanhong left her husband and ran to Fan Qingyi after selling the noodles. When she saw her happily say that they were almost sold out, she was genuinely happy.

"That's good, let's make a concerted effort and try to sell out all tomorrow!"

Fan Qingyi clenched his fist, "Okay."

The two smiled at each other.

The vendors around looked very unhappy.

But there was nothing they could do.

Who would have the ability to sell things even in this situation?

Some people couldn't help but criticize the two of them, "The world is really going downhill, a widow who killed her husband has the nerve to show up in public..."

Jiang Yanhong rolled her eyes.

She said, "You have shit all over your mouth, did you just eat shit from the toilet?"