Sun Guixiang looked up and saw Su Qingluan standing at the gate. She quickly waved at her, saying, "Hey, kid, come in!" She glared at Zhao's sister-in-law and turned to comfort her, "Don't pay attention to her! She's always talking nonsense!"
The sister-in-law of the Zhao family originally felt guilty because she was talking about others behind their backs and was heard by one of the parties involved.
However, Su Qingluan just stared at her without blinking, which made her angry. So she asked unhappily, "What are you looking at? I'm your elder after all, and you didn't even say hello..."
However, Su Qingluan seemed not to hear what she said, and spoke in a cold, emotionless voice that could easily send chills down one's spine, "I heard that Buddhism says that if you fabricate facts behind someone's back and slander them, you will commit verbal sins and go to the hell of tongue-pulling."
"W-what..." Being stared at like that, Zhao's sister-in-law couldn't help but feel her legs weaken. She took a step back and shouted fiercely, "You...you child, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Su Qingluan ignored her and continued, "In the Tongue-Pulling Hell, the little devils will forcibly pull the tongues of people who have committed verbal offenses out of their mouths, pulling them longer and longer, and then—snap! It breaks."
The "pa" she said was particularly loud, which scared the already guilty sister-in-law of the Zhao family and made her scream. She hurriedly said, "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about," and turned around and ran away in a panic.
Su Qingluan rolled her eyes secretly and complained in her heart: You don’t even have this little bit of psychological quality, and you still gossip?
Seeing that Su Qingluan's face was still calm, Sun Guixiang was afraid that she was still thinking about what she had just said, so she quickly came over and patted her shoulder: "Child, don't listen to that nonsense. You have inherited the kindness of your parents!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Auntie. I didn't take that person's words to heart."
"Yes, yes!" Su Guixiang nodded quickly, "I'm just jealous of your business!"
As she spoke, Sun Guixiang took the clay pot of fish stew from Su Qingluan's hand and said embarrassedly, "You agreed to have dinner at my house, why are you cooking food again?"
He looked behind Su Qingluan again and signaled with his eyes: Where are your parents and your brothers and sisters?
Seeing this, Su Qingluan chuckled and leaned close to Su Guixiang's ear and said, "Today, our parents picked out some fabrics for us to make clothes, and those two are arguing over which one to choose." If they weren't going to visit the Li family tonight, they would probably have a mixed doubles match.
While the two were talking, several other people from the Su family also arrived. They happened to meet Li Laosan, the head of the Li family, who was coming back with wine. The two families set up wine and food in the farmyard, chatted and laughed, and started to eat.
Sun Guixiang scooped a spoonful of the fish soup and tasted it. She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Sister-in-law Su, your daughter is probably some kind of culinary god! How come this fish soup is so delicious? It's even better than the beggar's chicken last time!"
Upon hearing this, Yang quickly waved her hands, but she couldn't hide the pride on her face.
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that Sun Guixiang wanted to learn how to make fish soup. She thought that people in the same village should take care of each other, so it would be okay for her to teach her.
Unexpectedly, Sun Guixiang said, "If this fish soup is taken outside, it will definitely be a big hit!"
"It's not that we haven't thought about it," Yang sighed, "but this fish soup is a hot dish, which costs more. It's hot now, and everyone would like to eat something refreshing and cool. Fish meat is not easy to preserve, so let's forget it."
At this time, Su Laosan, who had been drinking with Su Guangfu, came over and asked, "Why don't you sell this fish soup to Hongyunlou?"
Sun Guixiang clapped her hands and said, "That's right! If we sell this fish soup to Hong Fu Lou, we'll definitely get a good price!"
Hmm? Selling recipes to restaurants?
Su Qingluan's mind moved: "Uncle, aunt, can you tell me in detail?"
On this side, Su Qingluan was opening up a new way to make money for herself, while on the other side, Aunt Zhao, who had been frightened by her and returned empty-handed, was getting angrier and angrier along the way.
Not only was she angry about why Su Guangfu from the Su family could work tirelessly from dawn to dusk to earn money, while the one from her family could only idle around and boss people around;
What made her even more angry was that she, an adult, was being controlled by a little girl like Su Qingluan.
He wanted to curse loudly, but Zhao's sister-in-law believed in ghosts and gods to a certain extent. She was afraid that there really was a so-called "tongue-pulling hell", so he had to hold it in to prevent the gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from counting his "verbal karma".
She held her breath like this until she got home and saw her son and husband relaxing in the yard, one lying in a rocking chair drinking tea, the other leaning against the window eating a cucumber. She was even more furious.
Her husband had a bad temper, so she didn't dare to confront him. She just vented her anger on her son: "Eat, eat, eat! All you know is to eat!" and knocked the cucumber out of her son's hand and dropped it on the ground.
"Mom...what are you doing?" Zhao Tianbao slowly squatted down, picked up the cucumber, patted the dust off the surface, and stuffed it into his mouth again, "Why are you so angry..."
"It's all because of you! You're already eighteen years old, and you're still hanging around at home all day! You were thinking about enjoying your blessings in the future, but in the end, I'm just a toiler! On the other hand, the Su family, even though the eldest daughter is a girl, is actually very capable!"
Zhao Tianbao's eyes lit up: "Since she is so capable, why not marry her to me? Then she will be responsible for the work and take care of you two, and I will be happy and relaxed!"
Aunt Zhao said angrily, "Do you think you can get a daughter-in-law just by talking about it? Look at your behavior!"
Although she said so, her mind was active: if she married the eldest girl of the Su family, her son would definitely not suffer any loss, no matter how pretty she was or how she made money.
The key is how to finalize this marriage.
Su Qingluan had no idea that someone was plotting against her.
The next day, after she finished her work at the spring roll stall, she asked Su Guangfu and Yang to go back to Huaxi Village first, while she went to "Hongfulou" first.
Yang was worried about Su Qingluan walking alone on the deserted country road, so she asked a young lady who lived in Huaxi Village and sold knitwear and embroidery to accompany her during the market hours.
Although "Hongfulou" is not particularly grand, it is rare to find the only two-story restaurant in this small town.
Su Qingluan arrived at Hongfulou with full confidence. However, when she explained her purpose, the waiter did not introduce her to the owner as she had expected. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Our fish soup at Hongfulou is definitely one of the most delicious in the surrounding villages. Do you really need a young girl like you to give us instructions?"
As he said this, he looked impatient and was about to forcefully ask this "uninvited guest" to leave.
Su Qingluan saw that a direct approach would not work, so she rolled her eyes and said, "If that's the case, you can't just kick the visitor out, right?"
When the waiter heard this, he stopped what he was doing and asked her with a squinting look, "What would you like to order, sir?"
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