Walking into a cesspit, the best evil widow wants to stand up

For several days in a row, Zhang's braised pork shop had very bad business, and Wen sat in the shop swatting flies.

Si Ya was also in low spirits. Not only were there few buyers for her braised pork, but even her dim sum couldn't be sold.

Shi Saner saw that Si Ya was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to provoke her. He went to check on the Linglong stewed pork shop, and saw that the business was good!

When he came back and told them about the violent scene, Wen still didn't believe it. It was not until he and Dachun went there in person and saw the situation that they believed it.

Wen also asked a woman in the queue to buy a pound for him to try. He found that although the taste was not as good as what he made, it was still acceptable.

It was strange. Everyone thought he couldn't make this braised pork, but who would have thought that Zeng Fan could actually make it. Wen was completely puzzled.

Thinking back, it seemed that Zeng Fan had asked himself intentionally or unintentionally how the braised pork was made so delicious.

I didn't think about it that way at the time and just gave a general idea. I didn't expect that he would actually figure out the secret.

But thinking that it would be impossible to create this flavor without spices, I wondered what went wrong.

After thinking about it, Dachun finally remembered that he had taken spices back to the shop once, and later felt that something was missing, but he didn't care about it at the time.

It was probably that time that Zeng Fan stole some spices, and Dachun felt so regretful.

Since business is bad, they have to close early. Shen Ping saw them coming back early and had expected this, but didn't say anything.

But Si Ya couldn't help but tell Shen Ping everything. Shen Ping frowned, and at first she thought that the other party might not have spices.

I didn't expect that the other party has spices in his hand now, but I don't know how much. If the spices were taken from Dachun, the amount is estimated to be not much.

If calculated this way, it should run out soon.

"In that case, just wait. I believe Zeng Fan will come to see you in a few days!" Shen Ping was very confident.

Because this spice is exclusive to them and no one else can have it, even Jufulou has probably run out of it.

Sure enough, two days later, Zeng Fan came to the store. Seeing the deserted braised pork shop, he smiled at Dachun in a weird way: "The shopkeeper has been busy for such a long time, and now the business is not good, it's time to take a break."

When Si Ya saw him, she was immediately furious and came over with a broom in her hand: "How dare you come to my house, you traitor? I'll beat you to death!"

As he spoke, he started sweeping the ground in front of Zeng Fan with a big broom.

Zeng Fan's face suddenly changed, and he jumped up immediately, "Hey! Second Shopkeeper, no matter how old you are, you are still a guest. How can you treat a guest like this!"

Wen glanced at him and pretended not to see it. Zeng Fan was really annoying. She had been nice to him before, but she never expected him to be such a person.

Shi Saner also came out and said, "Keeping you away is not a good thing, boy. Now you are offering yourself to me. Take my punch." As he said that, he swung his fist at Zeng Fan's face.

"Ouch~"

Zeng Fan was unable to dodge and was hit by a punch. He immediately begged for mercy: "Manager Shi, spare my life! I'm here to discuss cooperation with you today."

"Shi San'er, stop it!" Dachun shouted hurriedly, "Let's hear what he has to say."

After hearing Dachun's words, Shi Saner stopped. Zeng Fan touched his face and felt a pain.

"Tell me quickly, what can we cooperate on?" Dachun said coldly.

He thought he had a pretty good temper, but looking at Zeng Fan, he couldn't help but want to beat him up.

"hey-hey……"

Zeng Fan chuckled and said, "Okay, since you don't have much business now, why don't we discuss cooperation and sell some of the spices you have to me."

Dachun immediately understood that this was the cooperation he was talking about. Sure enough, his mother was right. He had run out of spices.

"There's nothing to talk about, just go away!" Si Ya shouted and raised the broom.

Zeng Fan immediately smiled and said, "No! We can discuss the price!"

"Are you leaving or not? If not, I will be rude to you!" Shi Saner raised his fist.

Zeng Fan had no choice but to leave the braised pork shop. As he walked, his mind was working rapidly.

It's over! He has run out of spices. What should he do? Without spices, he can't make it. Besides, he hasn't received his share of money yet! He has to think of a way.

While Zeng Fan was thinking, he soon returned to Linglong Braised Pork Shop. Today's business was as usual and the things in the shop were almost sold out.

Shopkeeper Zhao was happily counting the silver again. Zeng Fan suddenly came up with another plan.

"Zeng Fan, why are you back so soon?" Shopkeeper Zhao looked up and saw him, and said with a smile: "How is it? Did you buy anything?"

Zeng Fan sighed, "What else can I say? I don't have enough money to buy spices. One of the spices is very valuable, and the other party doesn't have much. How can I get anything done if I don't have money?

Besides, you can see that the business in this shop is good now, and the spices are used a lot. These spices will be gone tomorrow, so we have to replenish them quickly today. We can't run out of them, otherwise the customers will run away again." Zeng Fan said while observing the reaction of Shopkeeper Zhao.

When Manager Zhao heard this, he became anxious: "How can this be? We can't run out of spices. How about this, I'll give you 10 taels of silver first, and you go and buy some quickly." As he said this, Manager Zhao handed over the silver.

Looking at the white silver, Zeng Fan's heart leaped with joy, but it did not show on his face.

I wanted to ask for more, but I was afraid that Manager Zhao would be suspicious, so I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Okay, I'll go take another look!"

Watching Zeng Fan disappear at the door of the store, Shopkeeper Zhao felt a little uneasy for some reason, but he couldn't tell where the uneasiness came from.

His wife, Wu, also became suspicious: "Master, do you think Zeng Fan would lie to us?"

Shopkeeper Zhao shook his head: "What is he thinking! We are cooperating well, and the shop can make money now. As long as the shop is open, there will be a steady flow of money. He is not stupid!"

Although Manager Zhao said this, he was actually comforting himself in disguise, but he felt more and more uneasy.

When Zeng Fan didn't come back until the evening, Shopkeeper Zhao began to get anxious. Heyang County was not very big, and the shops were all nearby, so it wouldn't take that long.

Zeng Fan hasn't come back yet. Could he have really run away with the money?

"Wait a little longer~" Wu comforted. Although she was also anxious in her heart, she could only say this.

They waited until the next day but still didn't see Zeng Fan come back, so Manager Zhao and his wife became extremely anxious.

When Zeng Fan first cooperated with them, he provided the technology and paid for the food himself, and all the work of making braised pork and dim sum was done by Zeng Fan alone.

The couple didn't understand anything, and now that Zeng Fan was missing, they could do nothing.

The business is about to begin, but the pig offal is still in the kitchen. How can we open the business without any finished food?

Besides, the restaurant had to deliver the stewed meat again, and if it was delayed, they would have to pay compensation. The couple, the shopkeeper Zhao, were like ants on a hot pot.