After exile, I counterattacked with the farm space

Especially Wen Chengming, who had a sharp nose, eagerly ran to the stone table to arrange the dishes.

"Is this made of bird's nest?"

Wen Liyu took a sip and blinked her eyes. What kind of happy day is today, and the family is so expensive?She really has a long memory and knows that making money is not easy.

"It just has the taste of bird's nest, and it's cheap. This is a new product that is being prepared today. If you think it's feasible, you can add it to the breakfast stall!"

Cheng Weiyao grinned. The flat meat is not only white in color, but also looks good. The most important thing is that it is soft and smooth in the mouth, tough and strong. It has the flavor of bird's nest. It can be said to be a cheap delicacy suitable for all ages.

"It's a good thing it's sister-in-law, so it must be a big deal!"

Wen Chengming blew on it and put it in his mouth. The delicate and refreshing flat meat suddenly made his eyes shine, and his admiration for Cheng Weiyao went up to a new level in his heart.

With the affirmation of her family, Cheng Weiyao officially appeared in the middle of the street in Qingshi Town with the new delicacy of flat meat.In order not to affect the original soup dumpling business, she asked Wen Chengyun to remodel a small cart, and added tables, chairs and benches accordingly.

"Hey, the stall owner is making a big move again. I'm going to make something delicious today. I'll be the first to respect it!"

"Count me in, I haven't had breakfast yet, why don't you say it's a coincidence that I came early?"

A kind of old diners saw that Cheng Weiyao pushed another trolley today, and immediately started to reserve seats spontaneously.

From meat clip mos, tea eggs to soup dumplings, the appearance of every delicacy has made Cheng Weiyao's culinary skills more recognized. It is almost unnecessary for someone to take the lead in trying it out. .

"Everyone can eat something else to pad their stomachs first, I won't be able to serve the table for a while."

Cheng Weiyao smiled and thanked everyone for their love and support.

But even though her attitude seemed humble, the merchants were still in competition after all, and the Qingping Prince's family held so many businesses, it was inevitable that people would hate them.

The first to bear the brunt was the wonton vendor. When he saw that Cheng Weiyao's raw materials looked so similar to wontons, his sense of crisis suddenly emerged.

After the steamed buns were released, the original steamed stuffed bun stall was hit. Although I don't know what Cheng Weiyao made, but the appearance looks very similar...

"Is this made of wontons?"

There were diners who vaguely noticed something when they were watching, and asked cheerfully.

Just by smelling the aroma, you know it's not an ordinary wonton!Goudan and the others spontaneously yelled out Cheng Weiyao's new snacks after they had caused trouble to their grandfather's family.

"Have a lofty mind, love to eat flat meat, flat meat and flat meat, I can't eat enough!"

After the flat meat came out one after another, the diners shifted their focus of consumption, and the hawker selling wontons had a smirk on his face.

Do you really think that changing the name will become a new snack?But what annoyed him the most was that this group of people really followed suit.

Because it is an independent stall, Cheng Weiyao is too busy to work alone. He cooks and starts the pot, and puts it on the table and closes it.

The wonton peddler, whose business was bleak, saw this loophole in his eyes, looked at his stall that no one cared about, and then looked at the overcrowded next door.

He simply closed the stall, turned around and entered the dark alley. The beggars in Qingshi Town were also divided into several waves. It was obvious that those little beggars in Goudan were friends with Cheng Weiyao in that wave.

What he's looking for is a serious local hooligan, the kind who does everything, and those gangsters are not suitable.

Regardless of the inconspicuousness of beggars, this group is actually divided into Wenshu and Wushu.Wenshu is generally similar to what Goudan and the others do, singing on the board, reciting libretto, etc.

As for Wu Shu, to put it bluntly, they are all tricks to deceive people, either by playing tricks, or even worse, selling some medicines that are not seen in ordinary times...

"Hey, what wind is blowing to the little boss?"

The old beggar who was blind in one eye coughed lightly, and everyone else in the dark alley fell silent.

Several pairs of eyes were staring at him. The wonton vendor was a little nervous. He blinked his eyes slightly: "I heard that there are medicines sold here, right? Give me a pack..."

The chaotic peddler thought very clearly, instead of allowing Cheng Weiyao's business to grow day by day, and finally squeezed himself out of the way, it is better to fight back from the beginning.

Taking advantage of the reputation of the so-called flat meat, it was directly strangled in the cradle.

Ordinary pharmacies need to keep accounts. Once the government is alerted, it is easy to be traced and found on your own head.

But this group of beggars is different. The origin of the things in their hands is unknown, and the general government office is not willing to get involved in these troublesome matters. After a process, it will be nothing.

"We have too much medicine here, I don't know which kind you are talking about?"

The old beggar raised his eyes and smiled sullenly, his fingers flashed out, and there was a medicine bag between each finger.

"Whatever, just the one in the middle."

It was also the first time for the wonton vendor to come to this kind of place. The damp and rotten environment and the sour smell of the beggars made him feel unwell, so he ordered a medicine bag and planned to retreat without even asking.

After all, in his eyes, these beggars could have any serious medicines, but they were nothing more than powerful pills, love powder and other infamous things.

As long as Cheng Weiyao's food makes people uncomfortable, as for the symptoms, it doesn't matter!

The wonton vendor looked at the medicine packet in his hand, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The beggar's things were really dirty, and the medicine bag looked very old. He threw away the broken silver and hurriedly retreated, while the beggars at the same place were talking about it.

"It's weird, it's actually sold?! This kid is really courageous. I don't know which vicious method he has to choose because of his deep hatred?"

"Prescribe drugs to people? It seems that these businessmen are not much more noble than us. Now we have a clue. Next time we have nothing to eat, we will find him..."

The wonton peddler thought he bought a secret shortcut, but in fact he bought a group of parasites, but it was not yet time to ferment.

When we turned back to the middle of the street, Cheng Weiyao's flat meat stall was still open. Although there was a long queue as usual, Cheng Weiyao was already able to get the pot on the table and run around without delay.

The wonton hawker had already given up his original idea of ​​throwing it into the pot. It was too risky to get close to the pot, so many pairs of eyes were staring at him.

His eyeballs rolled around, and he had a new plan in his heart!

He seems to have mixed in the crowd unintentionally, but in fact he sneaked up on one of the diners, his clenched fist slightly loosened, and the medicine powder quickly fell into the diner's bowl along the oil paper package...