In fact, at first, Su Qingluan didn't notice anything wrong. After all, most people who came to drink the soup were relatively poor, had hard work, and wanted to eat something more affordable.
The offal soup is strong and spicy, and goes very well with rice. It is eaten with the pancakes made by the lady sitting opposite for a few cents. If you are looking for some taste and layers, you would not choose such a meal.
Everyone is busy eating before going to work, and they are usually carefree and noisy, which makes the place lively and full of the flavor of life.
Therefore, the occasional appearance of a quiet and even somewhat uneasy young person would seem particularly abrupt.
The first and second times, there were too many people to remember, but by the third and fourth times, Su Qingluan remembered this young man.
He had thin eyebrows and eyes, and was quite handsome, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen. His clothes were covered in patches, but the patches were carefully mended, and even the stitches were smoother than those of ordinary people.
In addition, the young man stood among a group of unkempt, swaying rough men, with his back straight and body upright, which made him look very out of place.
Moreover, after Su Qingluan noticed this person, she always felt that he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
Today the young man also brought a clean white porcelain bowl to hold the soup.
People queuing up to buy drinking water often bring their own containers. There is nothing to say about this, but only he has a container as clean and even delicate as the white porcelain bowl held by this young man.
This time when the young man came to buy the soup again, Su Qingluan couldn't help but stare at his face for a few seconds.
Su Qingluan rarely showed any special interest in customers, so her actions immediately caught the attention of Yang who was standing nearby.
"What's wrong with Daya? Why are you staring at someone's face?" Yang looked back and forth between the young man and Su Qingluan, feeling a little curious.
Due to the noise around, Yang's shout did not drown out the voice. Skinny Monkey wanted to join in the fun, and a teasing smile was already on his face. But then he remembered the previous situation where "it was fun to talk dirty, but it was a disaster to apologize", so he covered it up with a dry cough and shrank back.
Su Qingluan found the skinny boy's timid look a little funny and wanted to turn around and apologize to the shy boy so as not to embarrass him. However, when she turned her eyes, she found that the man was actually lowering his head and did not dare to look at her.
But from the side, he didn't look embarrassed by the teasing, but rather... guilty? Scared?
What is he guilty about?
Su Qingluan, who had her silver almost stolen a while ago, immediately felt nervous: Could this person also be a thief?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's gaze became sharper, staring at the young man without blinking.
This time, the young man felt even more guilty, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead!
"Father, catch that man!" Su Qingluan shouted, "There's something wrong with him!"
When Su Qingluan shouted, everyone present fell silent, as if the picture was suddenly paused.
Su Qingluan subconsciously checked to see if any of the copper coins in the secret compartment under the table were missing. Although Su Guangfu did not push the young man to the ground, he stepped in front of him.
The young man's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. He didn't flee, nor did he resist. Instead, he cried out in injustice, fell to his knees, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Madam Su, please don't wrongly accuse a good person!"
Su Qingluan was so frightened by his prostration that she quickly jumped aside - you're kidding, she's still alive! She didn't want to shorten her lifespan by being made to kowtow like this for no reason.
As a modern person, she doesn't have so many bad habits related to ancient class status.
But when she wanted to pull up the young man who was kneeling and kowtowing, she remembered why he looked so familiar to her - because she had seen this man several times before, and he was basically either bowing or kneeling and kowtowing!
She quickly extended her hand to Su Guangfu: "Dad, it's okay. I remember I recognize this man! He's not someone with bad intentions!"
The diners around and Su Guangfu and his wife breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Su Qingluan's words. Someone in the queue behind urged, "Hey, we're waiting to go to work. Since we're not being robbed, why don't you be more efficient?"
Yang responded quickly and first put the offal soup for the young man kneeling on the ground into his white porcelain bowl and put it aside to prevent it from being accidentally bumped, and then served soup to the guests behind her in turn.
Su Qingluan squatted beside the young man, holding his upper body as he was about to kowtow, and whispered, "If you kowtow again, I will tell everyone about your identity, okay?"
The young man froze after hearing Su Qingluan's words, but he finally stopped kowtowing. However, he looked rather disheveled now, his once fair and handsome face now covered in dust. His forehead, in particular, was a dark patch, looking as if it had just been dug out of a pile of coal ash.
Su Qingluan was originally only 60% to 70% sure, but after seeing the young man's reaction, her 60% to 70% guess immediately turned into 100% certainty.
"I say..." Su Qingluan pulled the young man up and walked to a quiet corner, a little speechless, "Aren't you from Young Master Xie's family? Why do you act like a thief when buying offal soup?"
According to her imagination, Xie Zian, the middle school boy's servant, should be out and about interacting with ordinary people like her. Even if he wasn't arrogant, he should be justified. As the saying goes, "the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door" is not without reason.
As a result, the person in front of him could not be said to be "righteous" or even "calm", as if he had done something extremely wrong.
The young man was indeed a servant in Xie Zian's mansion. Seeing Su Qingluan reveal his identity, he felt relieved and then laughed bitterly: "Madam Su, you don't know, I don't want to be so sneaky every time I come here. I really have no choice but to do it!"
Wait...Su Qingluan was suddenly stunned: What this servant meant was...
"Brother, isn't this your first time here?!"
"That's right!" the servant said with a smile, "If you count this time, I estimate it must have been six or seven times."
This was far beyond Su Qingluan's expectations.
Since she made black pepper flounder for Xie Zian once, she went to his house two or three times to make desserts.
Although Xie Zian was very picky, he couldn't resist the generous offer - there was no other way, he gave too much, and Su Qingluan immediately bowed to the power of money.
But as far as he knew, although the food of the servants in Xie's house was certainly not comparable to that of the master, it was more than enough compared to that of ordinary people. Was it necessary to specially buy offal that ordinary people with a little wealth would look down upon?
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