Mu Xingzhi had a complicated expression when he heard Su Qingluan's words: "What kind of girl would use the word 'strong' to describe herself?"
"Isn't it good to be strong?" Su Qingluan didn't understand the reason for Mu Xingzhi's complicated expression. "Being stronger will give you more strength to stir the big spoon, and the dishes you cook will taste better."
As he spoke, he raised his arms and bent his forearms, making a "exerting force" gesture.
Although Su Qingluan still looked like a 13 or 14-year-old girl, she was actually an adult in her twenties. She had previously asked Mu Xingzhi about his age, and as expected, he was only twenty-one. Considering the custom of using lunar years instead of lunar years in this era, the boy could only be twenty.
In modern times, he is just a college student, but he has been blocked from taking the imperial examination and becoming an official because of his poor mobility.
When Su Qingluan thought of this, her eyes unexpectedly fell on Mu Xingzhi's legs. Although she didn't say anything, the regret in her eyes was still seen by the two people opposite.
"Qingluan, are you feeling sorry for me?" Mu Xingzhi asked with a smile.
"I'm just thinking that it's a loss to the country that someone as knowledgeable as you can't take the imperial examination and become an official. It would be great if the imperial examination didn't have such restrictions on family background or appearance."
She just said this casually, but after she said it, she realized that this kind of "sigh" was too "shocking" in this day and age.
So she abruptly changed the subject: "Come to think of it, even though there's been an increase in pedestrian traffic lately, the burrito stands in town are doing poorly. So everyone's tastes have changed, and they're tired of it?"
Mu Xingzhi obviously noticed that Su Qingluan was forcing the subject to change, but he didn't point it out. He just smiled and said, "The weather has been getting cooler recently."
"Yeah, it's a bit cold in the morning and evening, but what's the difference between this and a burrito..." Su Qingluan was halfway through her words when she looked at Mu Xingzhi's smiling face and slapped her head suddenly -
Oh, right! How could she have forgotten this?
In fact, at this time, although the sun is still scorching during the day and people are sweating profusely, the temperature difference between morning and evening is so large that if Su Qingluan gets up very early in the morning, she needs some courage to crawl out of the quilt.
However, the Su family's burrito stall did not use "breakfast" as its main selling point, especially after adding meat, its main source of customers was the business travelers who were in a hurry at noon.
People who are in such a hurry often leave home early in the morning. In order to reach their destination faster or avoid the high temperature at noon to avoid heatstroke, they save time for breakfast and wait until noon to buy something to eat on the way.
So in the past month or so, the Su family’s burrito stall doesn’t have to get up too early, and can just get ready to go out when they hear the opening drum.
Su Qingluan, who is a lazy person in bed, said that this is really possible.
But this also led to a blind spot for her - because Su Qingluan didn't have to get up early, she ignored the fact that the guests who needed "breakfast" had actually been in a cold state all morning, so they naturally didn't like the basically icy cold wraps.
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi and casually clasped his fists: "Mu Xingzhi, thank you for your advice!"
"It's okay..." Before he could finish his words, the girl dressed as a man opposite him shouted goodbye and rushed out.
"Really... a girl with such imprudent behavior..." Song Bo sighed, "Does the boss really think that such a person is involved with 'that side'?"
In Song Bo's opinion, Su Qingluan initially looked like any other woman who was attracted to his boss's appearance and wanted to take the opportunity to get close to him, so he was very rude to her.
However, after several contacts, he discovered that Su Qingluan did not have any romantic feelings for Mu Xingzhi - rather, she sometimes did not even seem to consider herself a woman, and did not care at all about her behavior in front of the opposite sex.
Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes and did not answer.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't know what Song Bo thought of her. If she knew, she would probably be speechless - not only did she not have any romantic feelings for anyone, she still couldn't digest the idea of "time travel"!
Although she had met many lovely and worthy people since she traveled through time, she also understood that this era was vastly different from the one before she traveled through time—extremely harsh taxes, clear class barriers, and even a harsh living environment that humans were completely unable to withstand...
Su Qingluan really couldn't understand. Is there really anyone who wants to give up the relatively peaceful and stable life in modern times and come to an era where even taking a shower is a hassle?
But no matter how much we complain, we still have to live a good life.
So on the way home, Su Qingluan was thinking about what new products her family could launch during the period when the weather turned cooler.
So a few days later, Aunt Yang and Skinny Monkey discovered that the Su family was not making spring rolls that day, but was pushing a two-wheeled cart with burning charcoal underneath.
On the shelf where the rolls were originally placed, there is now a pile of wooden bowls and spoons, and the original banners have replaced the words "Rolling a Hundred Wealths" with "Qiong Qunying Huicui Soup".
When Su Qingluan hung these large characters on the horizontal bar, she argued with her mother: "Do you really want these characters? I always feel a little weird..."
"What's so strange about that?" Yang rolled her eyes at her. "Everyone in the village says it's good!"
"But I always think of 'radish meeting'..." Su Qingluan muttered softly.
However, considering that no one except herself has watched the show in this era, Su Qingluan can only digest her complaints by herself.
"Wow! This pot is really big!" Skinny Monkey came over and asked, "Hey, what smells so good? A gathering of heroes? What kind of soup is this?"
Su Qingluan served Shou Hou'er a bowl from the steaming pot: "Brother Shou Hou'er, try it...it might be a little spicy though - Aunt Yang, I remember you like spicy food, would you like to try it?"
"Oh, that's great!" Aunt Yang rubbed her hands. "You came early today and have been waiting before the market opens. But we agreed that you have to pay for the soup." Then she handed over three cents.
They were all old acquaintances who were half friends, so Su Qingluan was not pretentious. She took the three cents from each of them, but gave them a little more. The two people opposite her did not feel shy and thanked Su Qingluan generously.
While Su Qingluan was serving a bowl of "soup" to Shou Hou'er and Aunt Yang, several regular customers came up curiously and asked why the Su family had changed their business today.
Su Qingluan explained with a smile: "The weather is getting cold, so let's prepare some hot food. Why don't you all try something new today?"
"How's the price?"
"Three spoonfuls for a large bowl, two spoonfuls for a small bowl, five cents for a large bowl, three cents for a small bowl. I won't tell you what it is, you may as well try it?" Su Qingluan was somewhat confident about the old customers, so she kept the secret.
The skinny monkey looked at the spectators who were eager but hesitant to try it, and took the first sip from the bowl in his hand. Instantly, the spicy, salty and fragrant taste mixed with a unique taste surged up.
He lowered his head and carefully examined the ingredients in the soup: "Sister Su, is this...offal soup?"
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