Chapter 125: Eating to death

The stall owner called out, and seeing that many people were looking over, he wanted to quickly calm down the situation, "Okay, okay, I'll give you another dime off on this meal..."

"Is this about money?"

The customer put down his chopsticks, "I've been eating here for the past few days. Yesterday, the cabbage vermicelli looked a little off, and my stomach was rumbling all afternoon. I'm not just paying for it!"

The man stood on tiptoe to look over, snorted, and said to Fan Qingyi, "It's the one in our workshop. I guess he ate leftovers again."

As he spoke, he pouted and complained, "You said it was just a few cents off, but he ate a stomach full of leftovers and made a scene that made him unable to attend class. What's the point?"

"Sister-in-law, I want a chicken stew with potatoes, a pork stew with pickled cabbage, a cucumber and egg, and a portion of rice."

Fan Qingyi sighed, took the lunch box and served him the rice and dishes, and the man handed over the money that had been calculated in advance.

He took the lunch box and grabbed a seat inside, and then took a bowl to get soup.

When the twins were not in school, one looked after the children, and the other helped to get soup, side dishes, and scallion pancakes;

when the sisters were in school, Xiao Shanhu played under the cart by herself. When it was not busy, Fan Qingyi served the soup, and when it was busy, the customers helped themselves.

Many of the customers were repeat customers, and everyone was very conscious and only took what they should take.

The man poured himself some soup, took a scallion pancake, and picked up three sour beans. He returned to his seat with satisfaction and turned his head to look at the opposite side where the quarrel was getting louder and louder.

"It's wrong for you to sell leftovers. Give me back my money and I'll go eat across the street!"

"It's three cents more expensive than yours, but their dishes are delicious and the quantity is large. The little rice you served is still rotten..."

The stall owner was very angry and slapped the cart and shouted, "You also know that my products are cheap. If you want to eat expensive food, go eat it. You are deliberately making a fuss here..."

"...Okay! I get it. You are probably hired by that bitch across the street to smash my stall!"

The customer could no longer bear it, "Are you still being unreasonable? I got an upset stomach from eating at your place, and it's your own food that's the problem! I've been eating at her house for several days and I'm fine..."

"You said you weren't here to destroy my stall! Every word you said was good things about the other party!"

The stall owner found that more and more people were watching the excitement, so he simply turned the fire on Fan Qingyi and secretly winked at someone in the crowd.

The man hesitated for a moment, nodded and quickly left the crowd.

"Isn't it wrong for me to say that the food they cook is delicious? What kind of twisted logic do you have? You sold the leftovers yourself, which made me have a stomachache. I haven't asked you for money for medicine yet, but you still blame me!"

The customer slammed the table and stood up, shouting to the crowd, "Everyone come and take a look, this string bean, the color of the freshly fried and yesterday's leftovers, one is green and full, and the other is black and dry, obviously not one day..."

Someone leaned over to take a look and sighed.

"It looks different."

"You're not really selling leftovers, are you?"

The stall owner's face turned black, and he retorted angrily, "What do you know? That's because the heat was uneven and the food was not turned over in time, so it was a little fried black, and it's not leftovers at all."

"You're just being stubborn!" The customer spat in annoyance, "His rice smells like sour water, and it's been there for more than a day! Mrs. Fan's rice looks white and smells sweet, and it's only three cents more expensive than yours, you profiteer!"

He threw the rice on the ground, and someone clicked their tongue and pinched their nose, "It must have gone bad..."

The eyes of the people around him changed when they looked at the stall owner.

Several customers who wanted to buy food all went to Fan Qingyi's place.

The stall owner glared at Fan Qingyi with resentment, and his expression changed in an instant.

He started to cry and yell, "Oh God, is there any justice? We are just selling vegetables and rice like her. Why did you send people to smash our stall? I have children to take care of and old people to take care of. How am I going to live in the future..."

The customer, "..."

The customer was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out. "What nonsense are you talking about? She didn't send me to smash your stall at all. I just had an upset stomach here..."

"There are so many people. You smashed my stall. There will be other stalls tomorrow. Can you smash them all?" the stall owner howled.

The customer pointed at him, his fingers were shaking, "I am really in a mess today, a scholar meets a soldier, I am right and I can't explain myself! You wait, call the police, I will go back to the factory to call the police!" He

glared at the stall owner and sneered, "I will let the police judge! If you have the guts, continue to splash dirty water on me!"

The stall owner was stunned, his expression was obviously a little flustered.

A middle-aged man working on the stall groaned and smiled as he went to stop the man.

"Comrade, don't be angry, the food is not to your taste, we won't charge you for this meal, and there is no need to call the police, we... just make some money to support our family, he can't talk, don't bother with him..." He

said, trying to morally blackmail the customer.

"...Or, I'll kowtow to you."

Before he finished speaking, his knees bent down and he knelt down at the feet of the customer.

The customer stepped back in shock. "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man was still smiling and begging for mercy. The customer looked at the stall owner, who stiffened his neck.

The middle-aged man glared at him, and the stall owner looked at the customer and said sorry.

The customer was silent for a long time, and the middle-aged man kept smiling.

"Show mercy where you can. They've already kowtowed to you, what else do you want?"

"It's not good to send them in for a meal, is it? That's too inhumane."

"...I mean, you're fine, and there's nothing wrong with the food. They're just trying to make some money to support their family. Why do you have to make it so difficult for them?"

"Forget it, young man. You don't need that money."

The people around him all sided with the middle-aged man and the stall owner. The customer was angry and anxious, his face turning pale.

Are these people deaf or blind?

It was the stall owner who sold the rotten rice and leftovers first, which made him hungry, and he even slandered him for colluding with Mrs. Fan across the street and deliberately ruining his stall. From beginning to end, he did nothing!

Why is everyone coming to attack him now?!

The middle-aged man thanked the people who were watching the excitement with red eyes, and put the customer on the spot.

The customer was furious, and if he lost his temper, he would be criticized, and he felt nauseous in his heart.

"Okay, okay, be careful in the future and don't sell leftovers."

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never come to this restaurant to eat again. What kind of people are these!

The customer hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and was about to buy more food at Fan Qingyi's stall, when he heard a gasp and a simultaneous cry from the people in the queue.

"Ah!"

The next second, a man fell to the ground holding his stomach and rolled over, spitting white foam from his mouth.

Someone yelled, "The food at Widow Fan's stall is killing people!"