The next day, the sun shone brightly.
To be honest, this kind of hot weather isn't really suitable for setting up a stall.
On the way to her stall, Yu Zhizhi's gaze kept drifting to Bao Heyang, who stood out conspicuously beside her. Looking at the man's bright red brocade robe, she couldn't help but speak up:
"We're going to set up a stall and do business today, we're going to work, why are you dressed like a groom?"
Judging from the way he was acting, people would think he was going to fetch a bride, and that she, Xiaotao, and Ping'an were his servants, pushing his cart and delivering gifts.
The eye-catching He Yang replied with a smile, "Boss, you said before that I would be in charge of greeting guests, right?"
"That's right!"
"I'm representing our stall, aren't I? When customers see me dressed so festively, they're in a better mood and enjoy their food even more."
Hearing what he said, Yu Zhizhi thought it made a lot of sense. Since he was so willing to take on the role of the face of the store, she didn't want to spoil his fun.
"Whatever makes you happy."
The two walked and talked.
As He Yang watched the servants of the Yun family push the wooden cart, following Yu Zhizhi's instructions, away from the bustling streets and towards the secluded eastern residential area, his heart skipped a beat.
"Boss, are you pointing to the wrong place? Shouldn't we be setting up our stall on a busy, bustling street?"
Yu Zhizhi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile: "You pointed it out correctly. Since this is our first time setting up a stall, we should do something different to make it more interesting, don't you think?"
He Yang chuckled: "The boss is right."
A few days ago, he had already pledged his loyalty and promised to trust the boss no matter what, so the boss can do whatever he wants!
But what he never expected was that his boss would go to such lengths!
A quarter of an hour later, trembling with fear, He Yang stood not far from the entrance of the Sixth Prince's residence. At that moment, he felt like dying.
He regretted it.
"Boss, are you... are you planning to set up a stall in front of the Sixth Prince's residence?"
He can't even speak properly anymore.
Yu Zhizhi looked at him with a smile: "Hmm. Is it fun? Is it exciting?"
He Yang, with a long face, tugged at Yu Zhizhi's sleeve, "Boss, this isn't fun at all, let's go somewhere else!"
The Sixth Prince hasn't even settled accounts with them for the nonsense the eldest brother uttered when he was drunk last time, so why is the eldest brother so foolish as to come knocking on their door again this time?
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. We're just setting up a stall here, we're not stealing or robbing anyone, what's there to be afraid of?"
She had been here once before and had already decided to set up her stall under the apricot tree about ten meters from the entrance.
This way, they would have a place to cool off.
Once the stall location was decided, Yu Zhizhi began directing Xiao Tao and Ping An to arrange the items they had brought one by one.
As He Ping'an lit the firewood in the stove, Yu Zhizhi said to him, "Go back to the general store and help with the work! The three of us are enough for you here."
"Yes, miss."
After He Ping'an left, He Yang scratched his head and asked with a puzzled look, "Boss, can you tell me now what we're going to sell later?"
Yu Zhizhi smiled slightly and pointed to a large wooden barrel next to her: "Why don't you open the lid of this barrel and see?"
"So mysterious!"
He Yang became increasingly curious and hurriedly opened the bucket lid.
However, the moment the lid was lifted, a foul odor wafted out, and He Yang's expression changed drastically. He quickly pinched his nose.
"What's in here? Why does it smell so bad?"
He Yang frowned and carefully examined the contents of the bucket, discovering that the originally white tofu had turned black.
"It will smell even worse when it's deep-fried later."
He Yang's heart finally died, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Boss, you're not kidding, are you?"
"No joke. What we're selling at this stall is stinky tofu. Don't underestimate this snack; although it smells awful, it tastes delicious."
She patted He Yang on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, our stall will definitely sell like hotcakes this time. I'll let you try the first batch after it's fried. How about that? Aren't I good to you!"
He Yang gave a wry smile, thinking to himself: "The boss is using me as a guinea pig."
"Hehe! I just had breakfast not long ago, so I'm not very hungry yet. Let Xiaotao try it first, I don't mind."
Xiao Tao, who had been dragged into the water, muttered softly, "Miss, I'm not that hungry either."
"Alright! Don't regret it later."
Presumably the Sixth Prince was already on his way back to the mansion, Yu Zhizhi began preparing to fry stinky tofu.
Frying stinky tofu requires careful attention to the heat; the oil temperature should not be too high or too low. Yu Zhizhi frys them with utmost care, occasionally flipping each piece of stinky tofu over with chopsticks.
When deep-fried, it makes a sizzling sound.
He Yang unconsciously pinched his nose again and stood far away. The boss was right. The stinky tofu, which was still being deep-fried, smelled even more pungent.
Just then, a lavishly decorated carriage slowly approached from a distance and stopped in front of the mansion. Inside the carriage, Zhao Yunjin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.
An indescribable, pungent odor wafted from the mansion entrance into the carriage.
He immediately opened his eyes, shielding his nose with his folding fan, and asked in a cold voice, "Zhao Yi, what happened outside? Why does it smell like this?"
Zhao Yi and Zhao Wu, who were sitting outside the carriage, as well as the guards at the door, all smelled the stench, and they all knew where the smell came from.
At this moment, everyone's face turned extremely ugly.
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