After exile, I counterattacked with the farm space

"Well, Cheng Ming, get ready to eat, I'll be cooking soon."

Cheng Weiyao went into the kitchen with the dishes she had chosen. She had a premonition that the mistress's temperament of not swearing at the meat, if she didn't get any benefits from her, she might have to go to the stall to make a fuss, and she had to make plans early. .

After arranging Wen Chengming's lunch, Cheng Weiyao went out without taking a bite of the meal.

Cheng Weiyao's premonition was right. When she left the gate of the small courtyard and passed the market, the mistress clenched her molars as she watched the prosperous business of Roujiamo and tea eggs.

There are only four women in this family, and they all set up stalls outside. It's hard not to make a fortune, but all of them are iron cocks!
"You said before that Cheng Weiyao and Auntie are running the soup dumpling stall..."

A malicious light flashed in the eyes of the mistress, she just visited Prince Qingping's mansion, since Cheng Weiyao was at home, wouldn't the soup dumpling stand be the only one for Auntie?

She couldn't handle that shrew Cheng Weiyao, couldn't she handle that soft persimmon of my aunt!
"Um……"

Sanfang responded, and with a look at the face of the mistress, she knew that she had no good idea, but it was a pity that Cheng Weiyao had just mentioned something to herself...

On the soup dumpling stall.

Goudan and his friends compiled the formula and taste of the soup dumplings into words, and sang them everywhere. The business of the stall is quite prosperous. Thanks to the preparation of a lot of ready-made steamed buns the night before, otherwise today it would all depend on making fresh steamed buns It's really too late to steam now.

"Just wait on the chair, a new basket of steamed buns will be out soon..."

Auntie began to serve the pot in an orderly manner. Except for the morning and lunch time, she was really busy, and she could barely handle it at other times, but she would be very tired.

Diners all know that the soup dumplings have to be steamed and eaten immediately, so most diners come to queue when they have time, so naturally they are not in a hurry to be greedy for a while.

"Tsk tsk tsk, business is really booming, are you all planning to die for one bite?"

The mistress twisted her old waist, and approached loudly, her eyes were full of ferociousness.

Why does she feel that since her aunt left the house, the complexion in Prince Qingping's mansion has become a bit younger?

The aunt's body froze subconsciously. After staying in her grandfather's house for a long time, she was very familiar with the unique tone of the mistress.

Even though he knew that he was already a free agent, he still couldn't help feeling a little fuzzy in his heart.

The aunt didn't speak, but Goudan and his little friends couldn't stand it anymore, and opened their mouths to retort: ​​"Which old woman are you with such a smelly mouth? The stall owner seems to have a much longer life than you!"

The mistress claimed to be well-maintained, but when a group of little beggars pointed her nose and scolded the old woman, she immediately put away the mocking smile on her face.

"Beggars are served with soup dumplings, right? They're a perfect match! They're all equally dirty. The stall owner is infected, and beggars are dirty and smelly. If it were me, I wouldn't even want to sit down..."

As she said that, she raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose in a dignified way, while Sanfang took a few steps back stealthily to distance herself from the mistress.

The mistress saw that she was looking for trouble, and she didn't want to get involved in these things at all.

Seeing this hypocritical look, Goudan couldn't help rushing up to spit.

In order not to affect the business of Cheng Weiyao's stall, the boys went to the river to wash them clean before going to work, and there was no peculiar smell on their bodies.

This old woman will do anything to splash dirty water!

Most of the diners are old diners, only some are traveling merchants passing by Qingshi Town. When the mistress said that the stall owner was sick, they immediately put down their chopsticks.

"I'm not talking nonsense. This person used to be my master's second wife. He was expelled from the mansion because he contracted an infectious disease. Maybe he cooked and ate with his illness and planned to take revenge on everyone..."

When the mistress saw someone took the bait, she immediately began to paint black and white.

"You are talking nonsense, I don't have infectious diseases at all! I think you are not used to seeing me live a good life, so you came here to disrupt the situation!"

Auntie took several deep breaths before she retorted. She is no longer the second wife, so she doesn't need to be afraid of the power of the mistress.

"Did I talk to you? Say one more word, and I'll tear your mouth apart!"

The mistress's eyebrows frowned, it's terrible, it's been a long time with the Qingping Palace, the wings are stiff, and the temper is good, right?Learn to talk back so quickly!
Auntie's face was slightly pale, she knew the nature of the mistress, she was a shrew, she was crazy, it was really good to have a conflict of hands and feet, and if it spread, it would still affect the business of the stall.

After all, who doesn't want to eat in peace?There are many places where right and wrong can not be mixed.

"I should be the one to say that. If you continue to splash dirty water indiscriminately, then we will meet in the Yamen!"

Cheng Weiyao led the doctors from the clinic to push through the crowd, and the mistress' trouble was indeed the aunt's previous illness.Since the other party insisted that the aunt had an infectious disease, she just brought a doctor over to make it clear on the spot.

"Doctor? Who knows if you colluded in advance?"

The mistress's eyes dodged a little, she didn't expect Cheng Weiyao to come over, and she came prepared in this posture.

As soon as the questioning voice came out, before Cheng Weiyao could speak, the voices of the people had already covered the voice of the mistress.

"Is this old woman crazy? This is Dr. Wang from the town. He is famous for his noble medical ethics, and he actually falsely accused her of collusion?"

"I think her crazy talk is more likely to be sick. Mr. Wang, let's see if she can be cured!"

People, you say something to me, and your eyes are full of sarcasm.

It can't be blamed that the mistress is ignorant of these things, she is not sick, but the old lady at home occasionally has a headache and brain fever, and she asks the aunt to go to the medicine hall.

"Please old lady reach out."

Doctor Wang was also open-minded, he didn't move his eyebrows when facing the mistress' splashing dirty water, but just stretched out his hand to his aunt.

Although everyone was very old, in order to avoid suspicion, he had to put a handkerchief on his aunt's wrist, and then he sat down nearby and began to check the pulse.

In fact, just looking at Auntie's complexion, anyone with a discerning eye can tell, after all, when Auntie was sent back to the small courtyard, it was carried back by a small cart.

It's probably okay to be able to stand here in good health now, but it's not a bad thing to have a doctor to confirm the diagnosis.

Especially for wandering merchants who don't know the inside story, it is very important for the stall owner to be sick or not, and they have to travel far and wide!

"The old lady is in good health and has a strong pulse, which is really rare at this age."

When Dr. Wang closed his eyes and then opened them again, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. He had heard about Auntie before.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, this body has been taken care of so well. Is there a secret to keeping in good health?