Chapter 7 We are in the Land of Exile! ?
Early the next morning.
Jiusu came to Fangxing Building, took a look at the sausages on the beams, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "What a nice smell! Let's dry them and steam them. It will be a delicacy!"
He looked away and continued to stir-fry the spicy pork intestines.
The wind blew against the window. Behind her, Jiang Jing was carrying firewood and placed a small pile at the door. His eyes fell on her and he spoke after a moment.
"Put the firewood here."
"Okay, thank you." Jiusu said politely, "By the way, can you..."
Before she could finish her words, the man had already walked away. She shook her head. What a strange man, he didn't talk much and didn't seem like a firewood delivery man.
Hiss! Wait!
People like this are definitely not ordinary, so take some time to test them.
Plates of spicy fried pork intestines were placed on the stove.
After a long time, no one came to serve.
Shopkeeper Fang rushed over and shouted, "Oh no! Something's happened! I just went for a walk outside. Zhenxinglou on the street ahead also makes spicy fried pork intestines. It's cheap, only 25 cents. Everyone's eating there!"
He sighed.
It was a huge loss, but I didn’t expect someone to imitate it the next day.
Jiusu flipped the dishes in the pot and smiled nonchalantly, "Don't worry, boss, they will be back soon."
"Why?" Shopkeeper Fang asked, puzzled. "Why would you come to eat expensive food when you can have cheaper ones?"
Jiusu shook his head, determination appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of something.
"Cheap doesn't necessarily mean delicious. People who come to eat at restaurants don't care about the ten cents. Maybe the food made at Zhenxing Restaurant is so stinky that you'll vomit."
Listen to this.
Shopkeeper Fang hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Well, this is the only way."
Seeing that he was uneasy, Jiusu untied her apron and invited him, "I want to go to Zhenxing Building to take a look. Do you want to come with me, boss?"
"Let's go." He stood up, his steps unable to hide his anxiety.
Since Zhenxinglou put up the sign for 'Spicy Fried Pork Intestines', more and more people have made reservations, a total of twenty people, and the rest are waiting and watching.
In fact, Manager Qi was unsure.
The word "unpalatable" always sticks in my mind. I really don't know if this thing fried with chili peppers is edible? Is it because I've eaten too much delicacies from land and sea, and I'm using this to wash my mouth?
"Oh, isn't this Shopkeeper Fang?" He walked down the steps, clasping his fists with a smile.
Shopkeeper Fang looked towards the lobby on the first floor. There was a constant stream of casual customers, and even the outer areas were filled with people waiting for their meals. He bowed and said, "Shopkeeper Qi, it's been a while since we last met. I hope you're doing well. I heard you guys have launched a signboard, so I came to take a look."
I kept looking around and saw many familiar diners from yesterday.
Young Master Zhao smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm so sorry, Shopkeeper Fang. The pig offal at Zhenxing Building is really too cheap. If you could lower the price, I would definitely go and support you."
"Someone, come and arrange a seat for Mr. Zhao!" Shopkeeper Qi had a smile on his face, and that smug look made people feel uncomfortable.
Shopkeeper Fang snorted coldly.
Jiusu was hidden in the crowd. She leaned against the eaves and looked quietly at Suming County. The economy was relatively developed, but the prices were extremely expensive.
At a glance, it is surrounded by mountains.
Muttered: "It would be nice to have a map..."
At this time, the spicy stir-fried pork intestines were already on the table. Master Zhao was very satisfied with the portion, but... he called to the waiter, "The color doesn't seem right."
The waiter took a look and said impatiently.
"It's only twenty-five cents, and it's so delicious? Isn't it enough if it tastes good?" He put the rag on his shoulder, rolled his eyes and left.
There were so many people in the store that he didn't have time to explain.
Young Master Zhao picked up his chopsticks. "Yeah, it's so cheap, why would you want something fancy?" He picked up a piece and chewed it expectantly.
He only took a few bites before a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Hey, what is that?"
It tastes terrible and seems to have sand in it.
He used chopsticks to turn over the pig offal in the palm of his hand, and saw a yellowish-brown substance. Combined with the stinky smell, he had a bad premonition.
'Snap!'
The chopsticks fell to the ground, a complex anger surged in his chest, his face flushed, his breathing became rapid, he came to his senses and shouted.
“There’s pig manure in here!”
The other individual customers hurriedly spat out the pig offal in their mouths. Most of them had it. Their faces turned ashen. They held onto the table and began to bend over and vomit.
"vomit!"
"Hmm~"
Shopkeeper Fang was in high spirits and didn't mind the smell of vomit. He walked over to the man who was holding his abdomen and feeling nauseous and asked curiously.
"Mr. Zhao, weren't you eating in the upper seat? What happened? Are you feeling unwell? Did you eat... feces?"
"Ugh~" In response to the series of questions, Master Zhao's defenses broke down at the last question, and he immediately vomited again, "Please stop talking, it's so disgusting."
He was so upset that a tear fell from his eye. He then wiped it with his sleeve, looked at the person next to him, and said, "Manager Fang, I'd better go to your place to eat. It's true that cheap food doesn't have good quality."
Shopkeeper Qi shrank back and when he turned around, he was surrounded by individual customers.
"Pay us the money! We trusted you so much, and you actually made us eat... Ugh!" He vomited again, almost spitting out all the food from yesterday. "Hurry up and pay us the money!"
Young Master Zhao stepped forward and said, "It's really disgusting. No wonder your Zhenxing Building is about to go bankrupt!"
Go bankrupt? Shopkeeper Qi's face changed. If they really wanted compensation, that would mean bankruptcy. He rejected it outright, "You didn't get sick from eating! Besides, I've already told the cook to wash it several times. I don't believe Fang Xinglou's house doesn't smell like this!"
The cook was specially hired.
I can cook any cuisine. Even the best chef can cook anything. I can tell you there’s dirt in pig offal.
Master Zhao sneered.
"Shopkeeper Qi, don't be so skeptical! Yesterday morning, I went to Fangxinglou and had some authentic spicy fried pig intestines. They were absolutely amazing. Pay me the money now, or we'll report you to the police!"
Suffering this humiliation! It's really painful!
Twenty-five cents, and he insisted on paying a hundred cents before he gave up.
There was no more excitement to watch, so Jiusu signaled that it was time to leave. On the way, Shopkeeper Fang was so happy that he clapped his hands and said, "Young lady, you are really amazing. Now I believe what you said."
Jiusu smiled faintly and talked about other things.
"Manager Fang, who is Jiang Jing, the one who delivered the firewood?"
"Look at him, he's quite pitiful." Shopkeeper Fang sighed and shook his head. "He was exiled from Shengjing. His family used to be high-ranking officials, but he was a lowly exile. Mr. Qian took a fancy to him and hired him as a teacher. He occasionally came to deliver firewood to supplement the family income. Unfortunately, his father was depressed and overworked and became ill. His mother and younger sister were beautiful, so they could only hide in the boudoir and embroider. The entire burden of the family fell on Jiang Jing."
Hearing this, Jiusu sighed.
No wonder he looked like a down-and-out nobleman. Suddenly, she paused, "Are we in a place of exile here?!"
Shopkeeper Fang nodded, "Yes."
Jiu Su: "..."
Exile means going to a cold, remote, and poor place to suffer. There are dangers here that she cannot see. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides and must be a very remote area.
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