After hearing what Su Qingluan said, the servant showed a very conflicted expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, which made Su Qingluan raise her eyebrows.
Recalling the young man's abnormal behavior from beginning to end, and combining it with some "strange stories" she had heard in her previous life, she asked cautiously: "Could it be that this offal soup is not actually for you to eat, but for you to thank—"
"Shh!!" The word "thank you" seemed to have touched some strange switch, making the servant jump up like a lively shrimp, and even subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover Su Qingluan's mouth.
But the next moment he realized that it was extremely inappropriate for a man to treat a girl like this. If he were in Xie's house, he would be punished if he was seen by the steward or the maid in such a frivolous manner.
So he stopped moving forward and stood there stiffly, but he had no time to retract his hand that was trying to cover Su Qingluan, which looked very funny.
Seeing that the other party was too nervous, Su Qingluan tried to use a more gentle tone to make him relax: "Don't panic, young man. If you have any difficulties, just tell me. There is no need to be so nervous..."
When she said this, her voice was very low. Unless there was a third person standing nearby, the pedestrians coming and going on the street ahead would definitely not hear what they were saying.
The servant obviously noticed Su Qingluan's thoughtful attitude, and slowly relaxed himself and bowed to Su Qingluan again.
Only then did Su Qingluan feel that the etiquette and upbringing of a person from a wealthy family was revealed in this young man.
After paying his respects, the servant had completely regained his initial composure and explained to Su Qingluan why he was so sneaky.
It turned out that the first two times, the boy bought the soup for himself to eat, simply because he saw that there was always a long queue at the stall and she was the owner.
As for Su Qingluan, the servant had only seen her from a distance twice. He had only heard the housekeeper say that she was an excellent cook. He never imagined that she was not helping in the kitchen of a wealthy family, but was instead selling offal on the street.
At the beginning, the servant was very disgusted with the "low-class" people. Even though he was a servant, his food, clothing and other expenses were much better than those of ordinary people.
It was just out of curiosity that I bought a small bowl of offal soup - and even that bowl was shared!
The servant at that time curled his lips in disgust, then took a bite of the braised offal inside.
The result was out of control. He had not expected that the humble offal, after being braised and using spicy spices as the soup base, would be so addictive!
In the blink of an eye, the bowl of offal soup was empty. When the waiter returned the bowl and wanted to order another portion, the person next to him impatiently pushed him aside and told him to queue up again!
Even when he offered to give up his position to the big boss for ten cents, he was rejected!
It's unbelievable!
Although he was impatient to be squeezed together with a group of sweaty and smelly guys, in order to relive the spicy and fragrant taste feast that just filled his mouth, the servant patiently went to the end of the team and slowly moved forward with the team.
Just when we saw the dawn of victory, we were told that all the offal soup had been sold out!
So the first time, the waiter went back with a lot of anger, and swore in his heart that he would never come to buy it again. At worst, he could go somewhere else to eat it. It was just an offal anyway!
However, after visiting several shops that were said to make "good offal", the offal either had too strong a fishy smell or was not seasoned enough. After comparing them over and over again, the servant finally went back to the Su family's offal stall and queued up.
The second time, the servant didn't want to use the public wooden bowl, so he brought a coarse porcelain bowl with him and ordered a large bowl of offal soup. He wanted to take it home and eat it slowly, but he was seen by his roommate, who came over to share a bite.
Then the three friends also "fell into the trap" and agreed that whoever was not on duty the next day would come to the Su family's stall to queue up to buy offal soup.
In this way, the four of them took two shifts. One time, when they were secretly cooking in the house, a steward smelled the fragrance...
As a result, more and more people knew that offal was sold at the Su family stall, and more and more people went around to ask if there were other stalls selling braised offal.
When Su Qingluan heard this, she couldn't help but twitch her lips: No wonder she always felt that there were people selling offal everywhere a while ago, and even the price of this inconspicuous "leftover" offal soared at one point. If the butchers who supplied offal to her family were not old friends and were very honest, the cost of Su Qingluan's offal soup would have been much higher.
However, the facts also prove that not everyone can cook even the humble offal deliciously.
So even though the offal at the Su family stall was in short supply, given that the offal at other stalls was so poorly made, everyone had no choice but to wait in line among a group of ordinary people.
At this point, the servant smiled bitterly and complained that the food at the Su family's stall tasted good, and the three of them were very hospitable to customers, but the only problem was that there were too many people and too little meat. They would only put one pot of soup in each time, and they would close the stall once it was sold out, causing many people to queue for a long time.
Even so, there are still a lot of people queuing up every day. What's even more exaggerated is that some people pay high prices to buy the watery soup, which gives a bargain to the scalpers who are queuing up.
However, there were also some scalpers who could not resist the smell and stole the food, and ended up having a quarrel with their customers, with their heads being beaten into dog heads. This made Su Qingluan's eyes pop out.
However, he was a person of some reputation from a noble family. He usually kowtowed in front of his master, but when he went out, he was arrogant and showed off his power. Over time, he also developed "air".
After all, offal is food that is not presentable. Although these people like to eat it, they are embarrassed to let others know that they like to eat this kind of "scraps" that the common people buy to fill their stomachs.
So this group of people from the Xie Mansion are servants in front of their master, but they want to act like masters outside. In order to satisfy their appetites, they all show off their skills.
Some people are quite shameless and wear patched clothes that are deliberately "old", pretending to be poor people with limited funds, and come to eat a bowl of offal soup.
However, sometimes the stitches are too dense and smooth, and the clothes are too clean, which reveals flaws.
Others were more shameless and didn't want to mingle in the streets, so they sent errand boys or servants to buy the offal soup for them.
The offal soup that the servant bought today was not for anyone else, but for the old butler beside Xie Zian who looked serious and rigid!
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