Chapter 20 How could carrying a handful of steamed buns be so difficult? ...
The year of Dazhou, the eighth day of the eighth month.
The day for setting up a stall had finally arrived, and Su Mang was very excited, but at the same time, she was also worried.
Although the young master said he already had a way to deal with it, she couldn't help but worry. What if the head of the family saw him as soon as he showed up and took him back without saying a word?
Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, she couldn't sleep at all last night. In the middle of the night, by the moonlight, she prepared food for her young master for the next day.
When you're out and about, you can't let your young master go hungry.
Fu Yun was much calmer about the opening. He didn't take Su Tan to heart and woke up full of energy early in the morning.
Even though today is a very important day, he was not affected at all. He got up, washed, dressed and went out of the house as usual.
She called over Su Mang, who was pacing back and forth in the yard, and checked the things she needed to bring. Seeing that Su Mang seemed a little uneasy, she comforted her, "Don't be nervous. Just treat today as a trial run. If the results aren't ideal, we can adjust accordingly."
Su Mang felt a little relieved and handed Fu Jun two steamed buns: "Young master, have something to eat before you set off!"
Fu Jun's gaze fell on the grayish-brown, bun-like thing. For some reason, a line from a poem suddenly popped into his mind: "Holding a cornbread in his hand, not a drop of oil in the dish..."
He shook his head slightly, quickly silencing the next thought.
[Haha, Mr. Fu, I never expected you to be this kind of boss.]
Fu Yun twitched her lips, ignoring it, glanced at the still dimly lit sky, and asked, "How's the weather today? Will it rain?"
Today is a clear, cloudless day, auspicious for all activities, including signing contracts, opening a business, breaking ground, assuming office, and setting up a bed...
"I understand." Fu Yun only just realized that Xiao Ba was a bit of a chatterbox.
Seeing that the young man did not respond for a long time and even shook his head, Su Mang assumed that he did not like cornbread, so she explained, "Young man, for now you will have to make do with this. The only food that is easy to carry is steamed buns and cornbread."
Fu Jun quickly took it. He was already grateful to have something to eat, and besides, he no longer needed to drink porridge. His mouth had lost its flavor after more than half a month, and he was practically eating nothing but rice porridge.
"Let's go!" He casually stuffed a cornbread into his mouth. He thought it would be a hard and dry dough, but it tasted pretty good. It was soft and fluffy, with a hint of savory and salty flavor, salty but not greasy.
"What did you add to it? It tastes pretty good."
This was the first time Su Mang had heard the young master give feedback on food, and she was somewhat flattered: "I stewed some wild vegetable soup last night, and sprinkled some of the broth on the flour. It seems to have worked quite well. If you like it, I'll make more in the future to give you a change of pace."
[Mr. Fu, you've really had a tough time! For over half a month, it's been nothing but porridge and wild vegetables. Forget cornbread, even a poached egg would be a delicacy for you now!]
Fu Jun retorted irritably, "What else can you do besides gloating?"
[Ahem! Ahem! I was wrong, I'll shut up, okay?]
Fu Yun ignored Xiao Ba, finished her cornbread, tidied up, and went out.
It took them an hour and a half to reach Lu Zhisheng's house; by then, it was already broad daylight.
Lu Zhisheng and his mother had been waiting for a long time. They welcomed Fu Yun and Su Mang into the house and poured them two cups of tea.
Fu Jun looked at the six wooden buckets and two winnowing baskets in the yard. The buckets contained drinks such as milk tea, soda, and cola, while the winnowing baskets contained disposable lotus leaf cups.
He hadn't expected Lu Zhisheng and Su Mang to be so handy; they actually managed to make the milk tea cup they needed.
He simply explained the production method and steps to Su Mang, who then copied it down and passed it on to Lu Zhisheng. After that, they gathered the necessary lotus leaf materials and finally made them into disposable lotus leaf cups.
The inspiration for making cups from lotus leaves comes from the "Bi Tong Cup," which is said to have been used by famous scholars of the Wei and Jin dynasties to drink wine. There is a saying that "the wine absorbs the green of the lotus leaves," and lotus leaves also have the effect of cooling off in the summer.
Fu Jun lifted the lid of one of the wooden buckets, and a light brown liquid swayed gently inside. A rich, sweet and milky aroma wafted out, mixed with a faint tea fragrance. It smelled sweet but not cloying, making one's appetite soar.
It has to be said that Lu Zhisheng is really capable; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him exceptionally talented. He is not only meticulous in his work, but also rarely makes mistakes.
Su Mang had previously brought back some drinks for tasting, and apart from the cola which wasn't quite right in terms of concentration, the others were practically perfect.
Fu Yun couldn't help but give a thumbs up, sincerely praising, "You two are really amazing! There's nothing wrong with these drinks, it seems like the chances of breaking even today can rise to eighty percent."
Su Mang and Lu Zhisheng's eyes lit up, and they both smiled with joy. Lu Zhisheng was a little embarrassed by the praise and lowered his head shyly: "Young Master Su, this is all thanks to you. If it weren't for the written teaching materials you provided, we wouldn't have been able to make these new things."
Fu Yun touched his nose, feeling somewhat unworthy of the title: "Instructions are just theoretical; it would be impressive if someone could actually make it."
Before Lu Zhisheng could respond, he changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. It's getting late, we can set off now."
Su Mang and Lu Zhisheng nodded, took the carrying poles, and walked to the wooden buckets, ready to pick them up and leave.
“Young Master Su…” Madam Lu suddenly spoke up. She looked at Lu Zhisheng, then at the wooden tub beside her. After hesitating for a moment, she tentatively said, “I think it’s better if Miss Su and I go. After all, you are not married yet. It’s not good for you to show your faces in public. It will be difficult for you to find a good family in the future. Why don’t you two stay at home and wait for us to come back?”
Fu Yun shook her head and said bluntly, "If you were to sell this unfamiliar drink, I'm afraid no one would dare to buy it."
Lu's mother and Su Mang exchanged glances, then sighed and said nothing more.
They really didn't understand this type of tea drink, and they couldn't figure out how to persuade customers to buy it.
Lu's mother walked over to Lu Zhisheng and took the load from his hands: "Let me do it! You can't carry these two buckets. The winnowing basket is lighter, and you can barely handle it."
Lu Zhisheng did not force herself and went to the winnowing basket where the lotus leaf cup was placed.
Fu Yun: "..." Is he really that weak? This bucket weighs at most a hundred pounds, and two buckets would only weigh two hundred pounds. How could a grown man not be able to carry this much weight?
He nonchalantly picked up another carrying pole, walked to the other two wooden buckets, threaded the pole through the handles of the two buckets, and half-squatted down.
Su Mang was startled by Fu Yun's action and exclaimed, "Young Master!"
Fu Yun paused, turned to look at Su Mang, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Su Mang quickly put down the carrying pole in her hand and walked over quickly: "What are you doing? This bucket of tea is not something you can carry. Leave it here and don't move it. I'll come back and carry the second bucket later."
Fu Jun remained unmoved: "No need for such trouble. It's just the weight of two buckets of water. What's so difficult about carrying them?"
"This..." Seeing that he was determined to do so, Su Mang did not know what to do.
Fu Yun said no more, put his shoulder on the carrying pole and tried to lift it up, but the wooden bucket remained completely still.
Fu Yun: "..."
He felt that he must be using the wrong method, so he took two steps, shrugged his shoulders again, and then used his waist and legs to lift the buckets upwards with all his might. However, the two buckets of drinks were as if they were nailed to the ground and did not move at all.
Fu Yun: "!" How is this possible? Why isn't there any reaction at all? It should at least shake a little!
[Mr. Fu, you'd better not push yourself. If you spill it, it would be a huge loss!]
"I've never picked this before, I just didn't do it right. I'll try again, and I'm sure I'll be fine."
Fu Yun was very unconvinced. She turned her toes again and exerted all her strength in one go, her face gradually turning red...
【Oh dear, Mr. Fu, have you forgotten? You're Su Fuyun now, not that physically imposing CEO of a conglomerate.】
Fu Yun: "..." You can shut up now.
"Pfft!" Su Mang couldn't help but chuckle when she saw that his face had turned red from holding back his laughter.
Lu Zhisheng and his mother were amused by the scene before them and couldn't help but chuckle.
Fu Yun's cheeks flushed, his blood rushed to his head, and he felt a burning sensation on his face. He glanced at Su Mang, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment.
Su Mang received Fu Yun's resentment and had no choice but to look away, but her shoulders were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that she was trying very hard to suppress her laughter.
The more confident I was just now, the more embarrassed I am now. This is the first time I've personally experienced the feeling of being slapped in the face.
To be honest, if I wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground, I'd wish I had the strength of a superhuman.
Fu Yun handed the carrying pole to Su Mang: "Forget it, I won't carry it anymore."
Forget it, I've already lost face, I might as well just give up!
Su Mang took the carrying pole from his hand, squatted down, and lifted it up effortlessly.
Fu Yun felt a mix of emotions. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind: she could no longer put off exercising; it had to be put on the agenda.
Seeing that the young man seemed a little upset, Su Mang found it both amusing and somewhat helpless. As she walked forward, she comforted him, "Young man, we all know you just wanted to help. We didn't mean to make fun of you. It's enough that you have the intention. This kind of heavy work is not suitable for men. It would be bad if you got hurt."
Fu Yun wiped her face and made a solemn vow: "Why is he not suitable for men? Just you wait! In less than six months, I will show you the power of a man."
"Alright, alright!" Su Mang clearly didn't take his words seriously, but simply echoed him: "I believe there is nothing in this world that can stump the young master."
Fu Yun took a deep breath and instantly lost the will to speak.
After traveling for half an hour, we finally arrived at the bustling street intersection.
As the four appeared, the eyes of passersby on the street were frequently drawn to Fu Yun.
After walking for a while, some people began to whisper to their companions.
"Whose young master is this? He's so handsome!"
"Yes, yes, I wonder if she's promised to someone yet?"
"Isn't he backed by someone? Probably his wife, right? Otherwise, why would she let him show his face in public?"
"That's true. This woman is so lucky to have married such a handsome man. I've never seen such a face before."
Fu Yun: "..." This is too presumptuous. You don't need to have such a strong imagination, thank you!
It seems that Su Fuyun's appearance will bring her a lot of trouble.
The reason he chose to stop wearing a mask was so that he could stand upright in the matriarchal country in the future. Although it would be inconvenient, he really didn't want to live in hiding.
There are gains and losses; we can only let nature take its course.
Under the watchful eyes of passersby, Fu Yun, Su Mang, and the other three stopped at an empty stall and put their items down one by one.
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