Meng Qingluan had noticed the furtive figure long ago, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
Shen Yan turned his head and saw Meng Qingluan secretly smiling.
Chen Yan frowned slightly, wondering if Meng Qingluan had truly gone mad…
"..."
Meng Qingluan strung the money together and then exchanged it for some loose silver.
As the two pushed the cart home, Meng Qingluan suddenly asked...
"Chen Yan, what color do you like?"
"No."
"..."
Meng Qingluan didn't believe him and looked at him suspiciously.
Shen Yan felt a little uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze and repeated himself.
"I don't have a favorite color."
"oh…"
Meng Qingluan stopped talking to him and couldn't get any answers from him.
The next day, Meng Qingluan and Shen Yan arrived in town, only to find that their original stall location had already been taken by someone else.
And taking their place was Aunt Meng.
Aunt Meng imitated Meng Qingluan, placing a stove on her cart, except that hers was an iron stove.
Aunt Meng had been keeping an eye on what was happening on the other side of the road for a while.
He caught a glimpse of Meng Qingluan and Shen Yan in the corner of his eye, a smile playing on his lips, and swayed his hips as he walked up to them.
"Hey, Qingluan, you're so late setting up your stall? Look, I've already taken it."
Meng Qingluan suppressed her laughter and scratched her head in feigned panic.
"I overslept today, Auntie, could you give me your seat?"
Meng Qingluan's weak and pleading appearance greatly pleased Aunt Meng.
This is the kind of person Meng Qingluan should be.
Aunt Meng put on a stern face and pointed her index finger at Meng Qingluan, lecturing her.
"You're late and you expect me to give you my seat? You almost broke my back yesterday, how dare you talk to me about this?"
Meng Qingluan lowered her head even further and murmured softly.
"No..."
"Not what?"
Aunt Meng rolled her eyes and impatiently interrupted Meng Qingluan.
"You just stand there and watch me sell my stuff. If I set up a stall, who's going to buy from you, you idiot? Get out of here!"
Meng Qingluan trembled with fear, while Aunt Meng's mood softened and her tone became more cheerful.
"Don't worry, your aunt loves you! I'll lend you the money when I make it."
“…Ugh.”
Meng Qingluan raised her hand to cover her mouth.
Aunt Meng thought she was afraid of crying out loud, so she smiled and went back.
"..."
From Chen Yan's angle, he could just see Meng Qingluan's lips curling up in a smile, and a row of neat, white teeth.
As for covering his mouth...
Meng Qingluan was probably holding back her laughter until tears welled up in her eyes, and she covered her mouth to avoid bursting out laughing.
Seeing Aunt Meng's smug expression, Shen Yan couldn't help but chuckle.
Yesterday, while he was cooking pig feed, he overheard the two talking. With his keen senses, he naturally knew that Aunt Meng was peeking through the kitchen door.
If he had some doubts yesterday, he completely understood after seeing Meng Qingluan's reaction today.
Meng Qingluan randomly found a place to set up her stall.
Meng Qingluan sold a bowl for four coins, so Aunt Meng sold it for two coins.
In the past few days, many people have heard that offal soup is delicious and clean, and many are eager to try it.
Seeing that Aunt Meng was selling them for a lower price, everyone lined up in front of her stall.
Those who had pre-ordered the offal soup from Meng Qingluan were filled with regret, feeling as if their intestines were about to break.
Both are offal soup, but others can buy a bowl for two coins, while they have to pay two more coins.
I felt incredibly resentful.
"Young lady, why does your offal soup cost two coins more than others?"
Meng Qingluan ladled out the soup, saying, "You get what you pay for. If you think it's too expensive, you can go to her place and buy a bowl to try."
"..."
The man curled his lip in disdain.
Seeing this, even those who had pre-ordered from Meng Qingluan yesterday all went to Aunt Meng's shop to buy.
After all, it's cheap!
Seeing that the offal soup was almost heated up, Aunt Meng lifted the lid of the pot:
"Whoa!"
When the pot lid was lifted, a stench hit them, causing those in front of the line to back several steps.
Someone pinched their nose, looked annoyed, and asked.
"Are you sure you washed your drain properly? It smells awful!"
Aunt Meng didn't take it seriously, rolled her eyes, and stirred the pot with a spoon.
"Of course I washed it clean. No matter how clean the large intestine is, it's still a place that holds poop. It's bound to smell no matter how clean it is. You've already eaten this and you still complain about the smell?"
How dare you speak to me like that?
The man was unhappy and questioned Aunt Meng.
"I don't mean anything by it, so do you want it or not?"
No one spoke for a moment, all eyes were on the first person in line, waiting to see his reaction before making a decision.
The person in first place didn't really want to buy it, since the pot was full of thick, green soup.
It looks disgusting...
But everyone was watching him, and it would seem too shabby if he didn't buy anything!
Gritting his teeth, he took out two coins and said, "Give me a bowl."
Aunt Meng scooped up a large bowl of offal soup with her spoon and handed it to the man.
The man picked up the bowl, took a sip, his face turned ashen, and he spat it out.
With a snap, the man wiped his mouth and pointed at Aunt Meng.
"What do you mean?"
Aunt Meng looked bewildered. "What do you mean? You smashed my bowl and you dare to ask me questions? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"
The man glared angrily at Aunt Meng.
He picked up a piece of large intestine from his hand and threw it at her face. The large intestine bounced back and forth before falling to the ground.
The large intestine fell to the ground, spilling out a small pile of undigested piglet feces...
"..."
The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted in shouts:
"This stall doesn't make offal soup, it makes pig manure soup!"
"So that whole pot was full of pig droppings..."
"..."
Meng Qingluan's stall wasn't far from Aunt Meng's, and soon they could hear the commotion coming from the other side.
Meng Qingluan laughed so hard she almost fell over, clutching her stomach and patting Chen Yan's shoulder, gesturing for him to look over there.
"This is hilarious! Shit soup! My aunt is a real genius."
Shen Yan turned his head and saw her like this.
Indeed, only she could come up with such a wicked trick.
Shen Yan smiled slightly, a smile different from his usual hypocritical and indifferent one.
For the first time, a hint of a smile appeared in Shen Yan's dark eyes, and a shallow dimple appeared on his cheek, like a fine crack suddenly appearing on the surface of a lake that had been covered in ice for years.
Meng Qingluan happened to witness this scene and was taken aback.
Honestly, this was the first time she had ever seen Chen Yan smile in a real sense...
“Chen Yan?” Meng Qingluan called softly.
"Hmm?" Shen Yan turned to look at her.
“You…” Meng Qingluan said boldly, “You should smile more. It’s a shame not to have those dimples.”
"..."
Shen Yan turned her head, unsure how to respond.
Meng Qingluan didn't care whether he answered or not, and added earnestly.
"But you must never smile like that at other men. As a handsome young man, you must learn to protect yourself..."
Meng Qingluan was nagging, just like a mother who was afraid that her little princess would be kidnapped by a blond-haired man.
"Little Princess" Shen Yan's face darkened.
What does she mean by that?
man?
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