Su Qingluan spoke so confidently that the people around who were watching the fun also became interested.
Instead, Shopkeeper Liang pulled her aside and whispered, "My dear niece, why bother getting involved with this unruly little troublemaker? Just let him make trouble for a while. I'll give up today's business and avoid disaster."
Su Qingluan patted Shopkeeper Liang's arm in a comforting gesture, "Don't worry, Uncle Liang. I'm not acting rashly. But if this guy still has some sense, it's best to get rid of him as soon as possible so we can get back to business. After all, who wouldn't want money?"
Just now, when she passed by the first-floor hall and glanced at the dishes on each table, she saw that the Thousand Silk Rolls were placed in front of the women on many tables.
Su Qingluan thought that it might be because the Thousand Silk Roll noodles were brightly colored and pleasing to the eye, and had a rich texture and a slightly sour and salty taste, which was very much in line with the taste of those who were obsessed with appearance, so she believed that the sales today would be good.
In this case, she didn't want a second-generation naughty kid to go crazy here and affect the little money flowing into her pocket.
Perhaps the God of Wealth heard her true sorrow about the loss of money, and Su Qingluan suddenly had an idea and came up with a quick-witted way to deal with Xie Zian's unreasonable behavior.
"What are you guys whispering about over there?" The naughty kid Xie Zian slammed the table unhappily, making it make a "bang bang" sound, and the unused dishes and chopsticks on it jumped up.
Su Qingluan cursed in her heart, "You little brat who needs a lesson," but she also understood rationally that the other party was a second-generation, and the second-generation of this feudal dynasty.
In this era of clear class divisions, if I were to confront the other party head-on, it would definitely not be bravery but stupidity, and it would even bring trouble to Hongfulou.
So she suppressed her anger, treating the other person as a freak of performance art. With a friendly smile, she stepped forward and bowed again. "I was just discussing with Shopkeeper Liang which stove would be best." Su Qingluan extended a hand toward the young master. "Then, could Mr. Xie please bring it to me?"
"What did you bring?" Xie Zian was stunned by Su Qingluan's sudden question.
"Of course, these are the ingredients that Young Master requested us to cook at Hongfu Tower—a dish of stewed moonlight, a dish of braised breeze, a pile of salty guqin sounds, and a pile of roasted running water sounds. We at Hongfu Tower will naturally accommodate any request, but these ingredients are truly too rare, so Young Master needs to get some."
Before the other party could recover from his stunned state, Su Qingluan added with a smile, "Oh, by the way, since the young master is so adept at ordering dishes, he must have enjoyed these dishes often before. Shopkeeper Liang, should we quickly prepare the plates and bowls to hold these ingredients?"
Shopkeeper Liang was no fool. After hearing Su Qingluan's words, he immediately understood what she meant. He bowed respectfully and asked, "Xie Xiaolangjun, what kind of containers do you need for these ingredients? Do I need to prepare more plates and bowls?"
Xie Zian had come here to pick a fight because he was feeling depressed. Where did he get the "clear wind and bright moon"? Who knew how to catch that invisible, shapeless creature far away in the sky and cook it?
His fair face gradually turned red. Originally, this young man had a pair of amber eyes with upturned corners. When he was arrogant at first, he looked arrogant and looked down on others.
However, now he stared with his eyes wide open in such a helpless manner, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
"You...I...this..." After hesitating for a long time, Mr. Xie still couldn't say anything.
The servants who had followed him in before saw that their master was stumped by the question, so they stopped making loud noises on purpose. They all quieted down and turned their attention in the direction of Xie Zian, waiting for their master's order to take action.
Su Qingluan naturally also noticed the changes in the surrounding environment. She felt the hairs on her back stand up - no way, was this little brat going to let everyone beat her up just because of her words of "fighting poison with poison"?
So this should be considered as provoking trouble, right?
If that's the case, then she can report it to the police, right?
If there is trouble during a major festival, even if it is the son of the superior, the county magistrate should at least be honest and fair, so he should take care of it, right?
Even if reporting to the police was too slow and unreliable, as far as she knew, there were many strong men guarding the Hongfu Building owned by Manager Liang. She should be able to take advantage of the conflict between the two sides and sneak away with her family, right?
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Su Qingluan's mind, but the expected "group attack" did not happen.
That little rooster—oh, no, that young man rolled his eyes and sneered, "You mean, as long as I bring the ingredients, you can make it?"
Su Qingluan was very cautious and didn't nod. She only said, "I just said that the ingredients in the dishes you made are relatively rare..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Xie Zian interrupted Su Qingluan, "I'll ask you to make another dish. If you do it well, there will be a reward--"
The naughty kid waved his hand, and a young servant dressed in a blue cloth shirt came over to the table behind him, took out a purse from his pocket, and gestured with an inquiring look.
As a result, the naughty kid just pointed in the direction of the table with his chin. The servant bowed and responded, then placed the purse respectfully on the table in front of Xie Zian.
The purse was quite bulky and heavy, and Su Qingluan's eyes lit up: judging from the bulging shape of the cloth, it should not be copper coins, but gold or silver.
Even if it is silver, according to the volume of this purse, there will be no less than twenty or thirty taels in it!
Although it was inappropriate, Su Qingluan still silently swallowed her saliva at the bag of silver.
So many!
It’s enough to keep her busy for half a month!
Everything is about money! She has no choice anyway, right?
Seeing this, Su Qingluan stepped forward and asked, "I wonder what dish my young master would like to eat?" She hoped that it would not be too time-consuming and laborious, such as stuffed silver sprouts, otherwise she would probably have to ask him to cook here tonight.
Xie Zian then asked Manager Liang, "Your Hongfu Building is so large, do you have an ice cellar for storing ice?"
Shopkeeper Liang had been standing nearby, looking at Su Qingluan with great concern. Unexpectedly, when he was suddenly asked this question, he subconsciously said, "Yes, in the backyard."
Then he paused, a look of regret appeared on his face, and he looked at Su Qingluan with some apology.
Su Qingluan understood that Shopkeeper Liang was trying to at least keep her out of this, but now that she was already involved, she couldn't just think of escaping. So, she smiled and asked, "I wonder why the young master asked about the ice cellar? Could it be that you want some iced drinks?"
"Humph," Xie Zian sneered, "I want you to make a dish with ice!"
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