The man nodded somewhat angrily. He said in a sullen voice, "One yuan each, no bargaining."
MCA was speechless for a moment. He didn't want to bargain, but he was too poor right now.
"Give me a pair of chickens, a pair of rabbits, and a pair of ducks, ten yuan. If you can do it, great; if not, forget it. Rabbits aren't popular these days," Ma Hua said helplessly.
The man thought for a while before slowly nodding. He knew the price was a bit high, but his son was in a hurry to get married, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths, selling all the laying hens and other animals.
Ma Hua deftly pulled out some money from his pocket and handed it to the man, then packed his purchases into the cloth bag he had prepared.
As Ma Hua walked out of the pigeon market, the lookout laughed, "Hey, looks like you made a purchase." Seeing that Ma Hua neither replied nor seemed angry, he'd encountered this kind of thing many times before.
Ma Hua slung the bag over his shoulder, carefully collected the contents into the courtyard, then quickly ran to a secluded spot, released his bicycle, and rode straight to the courtyard house.
When Ma Hua returned to the room, he was too excited to sleep. It was just too thrilling. However, he didn't have enough money. Ma Hua looked at the pitiful two dollars in his wallet.
The next morning, Ma Hua woke up from the noise and excitedly took out the spiritual spring that he had been rewarded with. He had been coveting it for a long time, but unfortunately, he could only collect it after moving into the courtyard house. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry.
After Ma Hua finished extracting the spiritual spring water, he was surprised to find that a well had suddenly appeared in the system's courtyard. Ma Hua took some spiritual spring water, tasted it, and found it quite sweet.
Ma Hua saw the introduction to Lingquan Spring, which stated that long-term consumption could strengthen the body, detoxify, and beautify the skin.
"Hahahaha," Ma Hua was practically bursting with laughter. Just as he had predicted, excellent, excellent! Thinking this, Ma Hua hurriedly transformed the water used for irrigating the small courtyard, livestock, and farmland outside into a magical spring.
That's great! The yield will definitely be high, and I won't have to worry about the livestock getting sick later.
After washing up in the courtyard, Ma Hua rode his bike straight to his parents' house. He'd moved here so quickly precisely to sell the spiritual spring water; his parents were getting on in years, having worked hard their whole lives, and it was time to treat them well.
When Ma Hua returned home, he saw his mother cooking. His mother beamed when she saw him: "Little Hua's here! Come wash your hands and eat!"
"Hmm," Ma Hua walked directly to his water vat at home. Seeing that his mother wasn't paying attention, he waved his hand and instantly transformed the entire vat into a spring of spiritual water.
Ma Hua had originally planned to sell the cow after the corn ripened so his family could drink milk every day. However, he then worried about how he would explain it to his mother, as milk was a rare commodity in Beijing at the time.
"Forget it, I'll just cook it and bring it over later. I'll just say I cooked for someone and they gave it to me." Ma Hua sighed, picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Mom, I'm off to work." After finishing breakfast, Ma Hua said goodbye to his mother and rode off on his bicycle in a flash.
When Ma Hua parked his car and walked to the canteen kitchen, he saw Sha Zhu sitting in a chair with his legs crossed.
Seeing Ma Hua arrive, Sha Zhu raised his chin at Ma Hua with a smug look: "Ma Hua, this isn't my idea to come, it's Factory Director Yang who asked me to come."
Ma Hua glanced at Sha Zhu with disdain. In the past few days, only Director Li had asked him to cook twice, while Factory Director Yang hadn't cooked even once. This was clearly a sign that he wasn't trusted.
When the director arrived, he saw Sha Zhu staring at Ma Hua in the cafeteria, while Ma Hua leisurely drank his tea.
When the director saw that Ma Hua and Sha Zhu hadn't caused any trouble, he breathed a sigh of relief. What kind of situation was this? You two were treating us to a meal, fine, but you insisted on having two different chefs cook the same ingredients separately. Speechless.
The director first walked up to Sha Zhu and scolded him: "Sha Zhu, you'd better cook a good meal tonight. If Director Yang hadn't specifically named you, you'd still be sweeping the streets in the sanitation department right now!"
After reprimanding Sha Zhu, Director Wang walked over to Ma Hua and said gently, "Ma Hua, you can't embarrass me either."
Seeing Ma Hua nod, Director Wang finally felt relieved. What a mess this was! The big shots were fighting, and the nobody was suffering the consequences.
Sha Zhu glanced at Ma Hua with disdain and said directly, "Ma Hua, dare not let us have a competition tonight?"
"How do we compare?" Ma Hua put down his teacup, intrigued.
"Of course, it's about who cooks better," Sha Zhu said disdainfully. "Can Ma Hua even compete in cooking? No way. He doesn't know where he learned those few rudimentary skills. He dares to say he's better than me? I have a family tradition, and I've been learning it for almost twenty years."
"Okay, what if you lose?" Ma Hua said with a faint smile.
“Ridiculous, how could I possibly lose? If I lose, I’ll kowtow to you three times,” Sha Zhu said, sticking out his neck. He was determined to humiliate MCA this time, so that others wouldn’t laugh at him.
“Okay, no problem, it’s the same if I lose,” Ma Hua said with a smile, shaking his head. This time, he was going to make that silly Zhu lose convincingly.
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