Who knew that the first bite would be so bitter that Xu Yan'er would spit it out.
Xue Zhuang immediately threw down his chopsticks: "Don't even mention selling this stuff; nobody would eat it even if you gave it away. Just throw it away!"
Granny Cui had given her son-in-law her assurances, and now her old face was flushed with embarrassment.
She was not convinced and tried it several more times.
Each time, she couldn't eat it herself, so she didn't finish the food and ended up losing tens of dollars.
With no other option, they had to spend money to buy acorn tofu from Manager Mu before they could open their restaurant.
Now that the garrison has been paying salaries, the number of people coming to eat is increasing every day, and business is gradually improving.
But when Boss Mu suddenly stopped selling acorn tofu, Granny Cui became anxious and upset. She couldn't let her source of income be cut off like this.
Amid Xu Yan'er's complaints, Granny Cui made acorn flour tofu again, and as expected, it was awful.
The next day, no matter how much oil and salt she added, the soldiers who had come specifically to try it still frowned.
People spend money to enjoy themselves, not to suffer. The four of them barely touched their food before leaving their money behind.
That won't do!
Granny Cui rushed to Boss Mu's house overnight, accompanied by Xue Zhuang.
All the money my mother-in-law earns goes to him. She finally found a way to make money, and we can't just cut it off like that.
Actually, Boss Mu was also worried when the Song family stopped sending acorn tofu these past two days.
Several people from the town came to ask, and he made excuses to brush them off. Now that Xue Junhu has come to his door, he certainly can't just give them a perfunctory answer.
Xue Zhuang sat down with a swagger, his face grim, and asked, "Is Boss Mu dissatisfied with me? Is he deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"
The people of Suijin Town harbored some private scorn towards this military household member who had already been expelled from the army camp, but they were still somewhat wary of him.
After all, the garrison was right next door; even if he was expelled, he was still a dog from the garrison.
Mr. Mu smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Xue, you've wronged me. I bought the acorn tofu to do business. Since they're no longer making it, of course I don't have any left."
Xue Zhuang's eyes widened: "Then where did you buy it? Tell me and I'll believe you!"
Boss Mu's smile vanished: What did this mean? Was this a blatant attempt to steal his supply and business?
Suddenly, he remembered what Song Liyun had said: she wouldn't interfere with the business, but she needed to know where the goods were sold.
Since neither of these two military households follows the rules of the underworld, and they're now at odds, then what should I do...?
Boss Mu sighed, "It's usually inconvenient to disclose customer information when doing business, but since Xue Junhu is asking, I'll just tell you directly."
The acorn tofu was made by Miss Song, and she said anyone who wanted some could go and get it themselves.
It's her!
Xue Zhuang frowned. If it were anyone else, he would have directly threatened or reprimanded them.
But the Song family was also a military household, and they were women.
If he went back to camp and complained that he had bullied her, the brothers in the camp would laugh at him for it.
After thinking for a moment, Xue Zhuang said to Manager Mu, "Then go and buy two more pots. I need them for tomorrow."
Granny Cui muttered to herself, "Since we know it was Song Liyun who made it, we can go and ask her to make it ourselves. We can then negotiate the price down and save a few coins."
Xue Zhuang turned around and glared at her fiercely: "If you want to stay in my house, don't cause any trouble!"
Xue Zhuang reminded Boss Mu once again to order the acorn tofu as soon as possible, and then turned and left without saying anything else.
Granny Cui glanced at Manager Mu several times, but still dared not make any more decisions that might anger Xue Zhuang, so she could only leave with a displeased expression.
As soon as Xue Zhuang left, Boss Mu couldn't sit still: although acorn tofu could only earn him a few coins, it was his source of income.
Xue Zhuang was also from the town. If he gave up any opportunity, he would leave people with the impression that he was weak and easy to bully.
If others can take what they want and interfere with whatever they want, will they still be able to run their own business?
No, we can't give up.
At this moment, his thoughts were strikingly similar to Song Liyun's.
Seeing that it wasn't dark yet, Boss Mu felt that there was still time to make a trip to the Song family's house outside the town.
Manager Mu naturally knew the location of the "haunted house".
A pot of acorn tofu, which yields a few coins in profit, is like a small pebble that breaks the lifeless commercial atmosphere of Suijin Town.
This also led the people of Broken Gold Town to consciously or unconsciously adjust their positions, claim their own territory, and establish new circles.
At the center of this circle is Baolinju, where Manager Mu is currently heading.
As we left the town, we could see the high-walled mansion surrounded by trees in the twilight.
Manager Mu followed the cleaned-up road to the gate of Baolin Residence.
The main gate has been sealed off, and a new path has been opened leading to a small gate.
Although Manager Mu had met the Song siblings countless times, this was his first time here.
He could only feel his palms were full of sweat.
The once grand gate of the Ji residence has been sealed off, and a crooked door has been installed next to it.
Behind me was a silent thicket of bushes; dusk had fallen, and there wasn't even a bird's song in or out of the yard.
Shopkeeper Mu's forehead began to sweat.
He wanted to go back to town, but then he remembered what Song Liyun had said: if he wanted to sell acorn tofu, he had to come here in person.
While he hesitated, he was completely unaware that on the high wall above him, Black Gold was squatting on the wall, baring his teeth and grinning at those below.
Under the wall, Xiao An stood on tiptoe and peered through the crack in the door.
Manager Mu took a few deep breaths to calm himself before raising his hand to knock on the door.
A crisp knocking sound suddenly rang out, startling him. He quickly called out, "Miss Song, Brother Song, it's me, Old Mu. I'd like to buy acorn tofu. Are you home?"
Just as he was about to knock on the door again, the door suddenly opened, and two heads popped out... one tall and one short, one thin and one hairy!
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