Meng Qingluan was in a panic, but her mission was cut short before she could even begin!
What's the difference between this and taking off your pants, pulling out your penis, and finding out it's only one centimeter long?
It hurts! It hurts so much!
Meng Qingluan glanced at the bedroom, but dared not let Shen Yan know.
She's only in the trial operation phase. If the business fails, her already bad reputation will be completely ruined.
Moreover, Shen Yan looked even more frail than him…
Meng Qingluan shook her head, ultimately giving up the idea of asking Shen Yanxun for help.
After much deliberation, Meng Qingluan gritted her teeth and pushed the cart out; she couldn't just waste time here.
The items were so heavy that Meng Qingluan barely managed to push them to the village entrance.
"Whose young lady is so diligent so early in the morning?"
Meng Qingluan was pushing her little cart, swaying along, when suddenly a carefree voice came from behind her.
Meng Qingluan looked up and saw that the man had already walked up to her and was squinting at her.
"Lu Renjia?"
Meng Qingluan recognized the person in front of her based on the original owner's memories.
This man was none other than Lu Renjia, the village's notorious hooligan, a master of petty theft, drinking, gambling, and womanizing. Even the original owner of this body paled in comparison to him.
"Oh, Qingluan, my little sister?"
Lu Renjia walked around the cart and then realized it was Meng Qingluan. Her extremely lewd three-cornered eyes looked her up and down with ill intent.
Meng Qingluan felt physically uncomfortable under her gaze; even a fool could tell that this person had just come from a casino.
A glint flashed in Meng Qingluan's eyes. She lowered her eyelids, nodded obediently, and turned her face to the side, revealing only her delicate and smooth profile.
Seeing Meng Qingluan's adorable and obedient appearance, Lu Renjia felt a surge of tenderness in his heart.
How come he didn't notice before that Meng Qingluan was actually quite pretty?
Without thinking, Lu Renjia's hand rested on Meng Qingluan's shoulder, his tone practiced.
"Qingluan, where are you going so early in the morning?"
Meng Qingluan struggled to suppress the urge to slap him to death, and innocently widened her eyes as she answered.
"Go to town to buy some food."
“Oh,” Lu Renjia said, uninterested in what she was selling, “it seems your husband isn’t any better than me.”
Meng Qingluan secretly rolled her eyes completely. Men who don't pretend to be cool are more precious than new users on PitDot.
She turned around and looked at him with an expression of adoration.
"How can he compare to you, Brother Lu?"
"Unlike Brother Lu, who can kill a tiger with one punch. Just like this little cart, let alone two hands, Brother Lu could push it with just one finger and it would be pushed all the way to the capital."
Lu Renjia was overjoyed by Meng Qingluan's effusive flattery and lost his temper, shoving her aside and taking the handle of the stroller.
The reverse psychology tactic worked!
Meng Qingluan mentally gave herself a big thumbs up.
Lu Renjia regretted it as soon as he tried to push; this broken cart was impossible to move!
Is Meng Qingluan carrying a hundred pounds of iron?
Lu Renjia was so exhausted after pushing the bike for only two miles that he was out of breath and slumped over the handlebars, waving his hands incessantly.
"I can't take it anymore, I didn't sleep a wink last night, I need to go back and catch up on my sleep."
Meng Qingluan secretly despised him, but calmly took the handlebars and casually uttered a sentence.
"As expected, it's no good. It's not even as long as I, a woman, can push it."
Lu Renjia blushed at Meng Qingluan's indifferent words.
Normally, he would have just walked away after hearing that.
But today he discovered that Meng Qingluan was actually quite pretty... plus just a second ago she had praised herself as a hundred times better than her good-for-nothing husband.
Now you're saying you can't do it?
As soon as Meng Qingluan flew away, Lu Renjia pushed her aside, snatched the cart back, and flew out like a firecracker, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Meng Qingluan followed empty-handed.
By the time we arrived in town, it was already fully light.
The town was bustling, with vendors selling all sorts of things hawking their wares along the streets.
Since it was morning, most of what they sold were breakfast items.
Meng Qingluan parked her car in a place with a decent amount of foot traffic. She had lit the charcoal fire beforehand, and it reignited with a little fan.
Lu Renjia was exhausted. He wiped his sweat and curiously came over to ask.
"Qingluan, what delicious food are you selling?"
"Offal soup, three coins a bowl."
Meng Qingluan lifted the pot lid, revealing the pork offal and vermicelli soup inside.
Lu Renjia took a few steps back, frowned, and asked, "You sell pork offal soup?"
"What's wrong?"
"That thing is where pigs spit out their excrement, how could it taste good?"
Meng Qingluan prepared the bowls while replying in an annoyed tone.
"Whether it tastes good or not, why don't you try it yourself and see? You're still full of shit, and you're not doing any worse."
Lu Renjia was taken aback by Meng Qingluan's retort. Just as he was about to say something to make amends, Meng Qingluan spoke again, neither too harshly nor too lightly.
"It's only three coins a bowl, Brother Lu, if you can't afford it, don't make sarcastic remarks."
"..."
Lu Renjia's face immediately turned red to his neck, and he shouted loudly, "Who can't afford it? Who can't afford it?"
Meng Qingluan glanced at her, her meaning quite clear.
You.
"Three coins a bowl, cheaper than buying two steamed buns, how could I not afford it? Here's the money, give me a bowl."
Fearing that Lu Renjia might change his mind, Meng Qingluan took the money and stuffed it into her pocket, asking him uncertainly.
"You really want it?"
"Really, give me a bowl right now, or give me my money back."
Meng Qingluan served him a bowl of pork offal soup and handed it to him.
Lu Renjia struggled for a moment with the bowl in his hand, then hesitated, "Are you sure you've washed it clean?"
Meng Qingluan nodded.
Lu Renjia closed his eyes, looking like he was calmly facing his execution, picked up the bowl and took a big gulp, and was amazed by the first bite.
He poured it into his mouth with a gurgling sound.
He lost the bet and had been hungry all night. He thought his last three coins were going to go down the drain, but he never expected the pork offal soup to be so delicious.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Meng Qingluan loudly hawked her wares.
Soon, people gathered around out of curiosity. Seeing Lu Renjia eating so heartily, they hesitated for a moment.
"Hey bro, is it good?" someone asked.
Lu Renjia was enjoying his meal when he replied irritably, mimicking Meng Qingluan's words.
"You'll know if it's good or not once you buy a bowl. It's only three coins a bowl. You can afford it, right?"
"..."
The passersby stared wide-eyed. They didn't know Meng Qingluan, and they were naturally furious to be looked down upon in front of such a pretty young girl!
With a wave of his hand, he bought a bowl.
Because it was cheap and delicious, and most importantly, it was the first time someone had sold offal soup, people quickly gathered around.
Meng Qingluan brought all the bowls from her house, but even after selling them, it still wasn't enough.
Fortunately, it was only the first day, and not much offal soup was made. It sold out in no time.
Some people who didn't manage to buy any food saw how much they enjoyed the food and were so envious that they decided to pre-order from Meng Qingluan.
"Little sister, we need two bowls tomorrow."
"We have three bowls of food in our family."
"Two bowls for my family too!"
"..."
Meng Qingluan's eyes were getting blurry from looking at it so much that she eventually just gave a direct notification:
"Everyone can have as many bowls as they want, but we don't have enough bowls. Tomorrow, bring as many bowls as you want. Buy three bowls and get one penny off, and so on."
Meng Qingluan won her first battle and happily packed her things while humming a song.
I earned a total of thirty-six coins today. Although it's not much, it's a good start.
That money could buy at least a few new bowls.
Seeing Meng Qingluan making money, Lu Renjia became envious and shamelessly said...
"Qingluan, your business is doing well. I've been pushing your cart for over ten miles all day."
Meng Qingluan understood his meaning and took out three coins to give to him.
"I'll need Brother Lu's help to push the cart again for the travel expenses."
Lu Renjia took the three coins and pouted. "Only three coins for one trip?"
Even the donkeys at the village entrance are more expensive than him.
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