"Didn't you send anyone to the Zhao family to cause trouble?"
"Flower cakes are so simple, can't you make them?"
“…”
Liu Erniang scolded and questioned her one sentence at a time.
Several people were miserable. Shopkeeper Huang was well aware of Liu Erniang's "way of doing things", so how could he not send people to deal with the Zhao family? But Zhao Chuchu had extraordinary strength. No matter how many people she sent, they all came back injured in the end. They were scared of being beaten and said bluntly that they would never go again.
What could she do? She was desperate.
Liu Erniang's gloomy face darkened even further, and she slammed the table. "This flower cake is so simple, then can't you make flower cakes that are even better than the Zhao family's?"
The pastry chef's face was bitter. Only the leader scoffed and asked sarcastically, "Can your Fuman Restaurant make dishes like Huixiang Restaurant?"
For Liu Erniang's subordinates, the affairs of Fuman Restaurant and Huixiang Restaurant are no longer a secret.
Huixiang Restaurant is now so popular thanks to the Zhao family's dishes.
If Fuman Restaurant can't make dishes like that, how can you expect us to make Zhao's pastries?
Liu Erniang's dark gaze cut into her like a knife. She asked, "What do you mean?"
The man said coldly, "You'll know if you try the Zhao family's cakes yourself, ah..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Erniang picked up a teacup and threw it over.
The teacup shattered, scratching her forehead, leaving behind the blood of fresh flowers, and the scalding tea splashed all over the person's face.
That was freshly brewed tea. The scalding tea and the pain on her forehead made her unable to lift her head. The veins on the back of her hand bulged, and she endured it with utmost patience.
The people around were startled and their faces turned pale. Liu Erniang smiled, a hint of satisfaction flashed across her eyes, and she said casually: "Throw her out, I don't want to see her in Liuji again."
Liu Erniang was quite familiar with this man. He was the pastry chef when the old boss was in business. Later, she bought the shop and this man wanted to leave, but she forced and induced him to stay.
However, now that she was so presumptuous, she didn't need to keep her around as an eyesore anymore.
The man was dragged out, unable to resist, and kept cursing, "Liu Erniang, you will be punished for your cruelty. You followed Liu Erniang and became accomplices to the evil, and neither of you will have a good ending."
Everyone present shuddered.
Liu Erniang narrowed her sharp eyes, glanced at the cowardly crowd, and asked nonchalantly, "Why, are you scared?"
Everyone was shocked again, and quickly recovered, saying they didn't dare.
"I don't want to know what you guys are thinking. I only know that if you offend me, Liu Erniang, you won't have a good ending."
…
In recent days, the atmosphere in the entire Zhaojia Village has not been very good.
The harvest from the fields is too little, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
Every time Zhao Chuchu and Zhang Xiuyuan went to the fields to pick vegetables, they would always encounter sighing villagers.
But there is no use sighing. Whether the harvest is good or not is up to God, and they have no way to do anything about it.
"Brother Yuan, I have a plan." That night, lying on the bed, neither of them had slept yet. Zhao Chuchu's soft body moved closer to Zhang Xiuyuan's arms and snuggled up to him.
Zhang Xiuyuan habitually stretched out his hand and placed it on her slender and soft waist.
"What plan?" he asked.
"I plan to let the villagers grow vegetables together and then harvest their vegetables."
This was something Zhao Chuchu had been thinking about before.
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