As soon as these words were spoken, the people stopped arguing and quickly formed a long queue. This was indeed much faster. Er Ya collected the money, Jiang's mother was in charge of the braised meat soaked in chili sauce, and Lin Jianguo was in charge of the plain braised meat. With clear division of labor, the speed increased immediately.
A group of people were buying five or ten skewers of braised meat, and soon there wasn't much left. Just then, someone came up and said, "I'll take all the rest and deliver them to Hongsheng Restaurant."
Er Ya exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Qian Lu, what brings you here?"
Qian Lu glared at her resentfully: "You're so heartless, Er Ya. You came all the way here and didn't even come to find me. You made such delicious food and didn't even think of sending me any. Humph, I'm angry. I don't want to give you the letter Jingyu wrote to you anymore."
What? Brother Jingyu wrote a letter? After he left, she was still quite unsettled for a few days, after all, he was really good to her.
She patted Qian Lu's head like she was coaxing a child: "Brother Qian Lu, I apologize. I've been really busy these past two days. How about I make it up to you? Here, the leftover braised meat is free. Give it to me. And give me Brother Jingyu's letter, okay?" She shook Qian Lu's arm.
"Alright, alright, stop shaking it. You're going to spill your food. Do you even know how to read? I'll read it to you later."
Then he greeted Lin Jianguo and Jiang's mother, "Uncle, Aunt, come to my shop for lunch, it's already noon."
The group packed their things, but those who hadn't bought anything were still unhappy: "Hey, what's going on? We've been waiting for ages, why are we leaving now?"
Er Ya looked up and saw that the man speaking in front of her looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Didn't you just buy twenty skewers? How many people in your family are going to eat them?"
"It's none of my business how many people are eating here. I'm not refusing to pay you. Are you going to sell it or not? You have to be honest in business."
Er Ya knew something was amiss. This man didn't dare look them in the eye when he spoke, so he was definitely not a good person: "We're not selling anymore. Didn't you hear what this man said? He'll buy everything that's left. We need to pack up and go home."
The man glanced at Qian Lu's clothes and figured he wasn't someone he could afford to offend, so he had no choice but to leave dejectedly. He hadn't completed his boss's instructions and didn't know if he would be docked pay when he got back.
All the way to the restaurant, Qian Lu's mouth never stopped talking. Er Ya had never met such a talkative person before: "Brother Qian Lu, aren't you thirsty talking so much?"
Qian Lu licked his lips, which were a little dry, and darted up to Er Ya like a lapdog: "How did you know I was thirsty? You're amazing! I knew you were a genius. Are you some kind of fortune teller?"
Seeing that Qian Lu's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, Jiang's mother gently patted him:
"What nonsense are you talking about, child?"
I nervously glanced around, thankfully no one heard me.
“Er Ya is my daughter. What kind of Huang Daxian is she? Auntie doesn’t want to hear you say that anymore.”
Qian Lu realized he had said the wrong thing again: "I'm sorry, I won't say it like that again. I just wanted to say that Er Ya is great. I feel that everything I do has gone smoothly since I met her, and even my dad rarely scolds me anymore."
Er Ya thought to herself, "What does it have to do with me that your dad isn't scolding you anymore? I don't even know your dad."
After spending a lot of time with Qian Lu, Er Ya realized that he was just a bit talkative, a bit outspoken, and a bit careless, but he was still mentally sound.
In short, when he's not talking, he's a respectable, rich, and handsome guy, but the moment he opens his mouth, his entire image is shattered, making you want to tap him up immediately.
Er Ya, wanting to change the subject, said, "Brother Qian Lu, try the meat we just made and see if you like it. If you do, I'll bring you some more next time I come to the market."
Qian Lu gave him a look that said, "You've finally gotten the hang of it. It's no wonder your brother loves you so much." He took a bite of the fatty intestine. What was this? It was soft and chewy, with an indescribable taste, but it made you want to eat another piece.
With sparkling eyes, she said, "Er Ya, this is so delicious! How is it made? Please teach the chefs in the shop. This will definitely become our signature dish in the future."
Worried that he wouldn't be able to eat if she told him now, Er Ya decided to wait until he finished eating. She put another piece of pig liver on his plate. After tasting it, Qian Lu said, "This is not bad either, but I still prefer the one from before."
"Brother Qian Lu, you don't know, this stuff is stir-fried with some green peppers or something, and eaten with rice, it tastes absolutely amazing."
Qian Lu quickly ran to the kitchen, filled a bowl with rice, and ate it heartily with the meat. After a while, he burped and said, "Er Ya, if I stay with you for too long, I'll definitely get incredibly fat, burp~. Now you can tell me what this is, right?"
Are you sure you want me to say it?
"What? You think this is human flesh? Stop being so mysterious, just tell me so I can go and buy it."
Er Ya chuckled and said, "Do you remember that thing you carried back last time?"
"How could I not remember? I took three whole days of showers before the smell on my body finally went away."
Er Ya pointed her slender finger at the fatty intestines and said, "This is what you brought back. How is it? It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"
Qian Lu thought Er Ya was fooling him and just wanted to bully him: "Come on, how could this be the same thing as that?"
After looking at Er Ya's serious eyes again, he wailed, "No way, this really is..."
My stomach churned violently, I vomited...
Seeing his overreaction, Jiang's mother quickly poured him a glass of water. Qian Lu drank the glass in one gulp to suppress the urge in his stomach.
"Lin Erya, you've gone too far. I'm really angry this time."
Er Ya blinked her innocent little eyes at him and said, "What does this have to do with me? I did ask you. Also, my full name is Lin Xi, and my nickname is Er Ya. Don't call me Lin Er Ya, it's too old-fashioned."
"You you you you you" he stammered for a long time without uttering a single word.
"Okay, it's been washed very clean. Aunt Peach Blossom washed it at least ten times. There's no smell left. I eat it every day at home. When you didn't know what it was made of, didn't you think it was a delicacy?"
Qian Lu felt no comfort at all. This girl was too wicked; she was definitely retaliating for not giving her Jingyu's letter earlier.
“I’m a real man, I won’t stoop to your level. Just wait, I’ll bring you Jingyu’s letter right now.”
To be continued!
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