Oh my god, I became the vicious stepmother of four villains

When Lu Yuwei heard this, she immediately became anxious. Wasn't this what she and her stepmother were shouting about? How did someone snatch it away? And they were still selling the same cakes.

Lu Haoran glanced at Xia Yingying and asked hesitantly, "Stepmother, are we going to another village?"

"No need. She sells hers and I sell ours. We don't interfere with each other." Xia Yingying walked towards Liushu Village calmly.

Li Cuihua saw Xia Yingying and gave her a cold look. Xia Yingying ignored Li Cuihua and let the air watch her twitching facial performance.

Xia Yingying found an open space to put down the backpack and asked Lu Yuwei to call out.

After hearing Li Cuihua's shouting just now, Lu Yuwei felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly. She didn't want to shout the same words as Li Cuihua, so she asked uncertainly: "Stepmother, should we change the words?"

"No need. Those who plagiarized our lyrics don't even blush, so what do we have to be afraid of?" Xia Yingying said calmly.

Lu Yuwei nodded, puffed out her chest, and shouted loudly: "Selling steamed cakes, sweet and delicious steamed cakes, free to try before buying, if it doesn't taste good, come and have a look."

The people in Liushu Village had heard the sound of someone selling cakes a long time ago, so they hurried over. When they heard two voices shouting, both of them were selling cakes, they subconsciously thought it was the same one. But when they arrived at the sales point, they found that they were two different cakes.

The old man walked up to Li Cuihua's stall and asked, "Madam, what kind of cakes are you selling?"

"Uncle, I sell brown sugar cakes. You can try them for free."

"How much?"

"Three cents a piece, five cents two pieces, ten cents four pieces."

Oh my god! Li Cuihua is exactly the same as the one they sell.

They use their products and charge the same price as them. It's so shameless.

Lu Yuwei was so angry that she clenched her fists and wanted to go up and punch Li Cuihua.

"Don't be angry. You are the one who is hurting yourself. It's not others' fault at all." Xia Yingying pinched Lu Yuwei's puffy cheeks.

"Stepmother, aren't you in a hurry?"

Lu Yuwei stamped her feet and glared at Li Cuihua fiercely. She was almost going to death with anxiety. Li Cuihua sold her younger sister and wanted to harm her older brother. It was not easy for her stepmother to make money, but she came to steal the business. Wasn't she afraid that the business would fail and she would not make any money?

"She sells hers and I buy mine. There's no point in getting anxious. I can't kill her."

Seeing Xia Yingying's unhurried appearance, Lu Yuwei stamped her feet in anxiety.

"Don't worry, she may not be able to make the cakes I make."

After hearing what Xia Yingying said, Lu Yuwei felt a little more at ease.

The old man tasted a piece of Li Cuihua's brown sugar cake. It tasted similar to a pancake, hard and with only a faint sweetness.

"Uncle, do you want to buy it?" Li Cuihua asked.

The old man waved his hand and said, "I'll go try the one across the street and decide whether to buy it or not."

Li Cuihua wanted to pick up a hammer and hit the old man on the head. Is he stupid? He didn't buy such delicious pastries, but instead bought the bitch's pastries that Xia Yingying bought.

This is her mother's exclusive recipe.

Li Cuihua's mouth twitched, and she put on a hypocritical smile: "Uncle, come again next time."

The old man who was originally lingering around Li Cuihua walked towards Xia Yingying.

Humph, she knew that the cakes made by that vicious woman Li Cuihua were not as good as those made by her stepmother. She was slapped in the face.

Lu Yuwei immediately offered warm hospitality and served the old man some cakes for tasting.

The pastries here are soft, fresh and delicious. They taste much more delicate than the brown sugar cakes across the street. They also have the fresh fragrance of eggs and are very delicious.

"Girl, give me four pieces." The old man finally decided to buy Xia Yingying's pastries.

The old man handed Lu Haoran ten cents, and Lu Yuwei held it tightly in her hand. She gave Li Cuihua a bright smile, and Li Cuihua's face was twisted with anger.

After grabbing a business from Xia Yingying, Li Cuihua has been trying to attract customers. More and more people come, but in the end they all buy pastries from Xia Yingying.

Seeing that more and more people were heading towards Xia Yingying, Li Cuihua rolled her eyes and shouted, "Fragrant and sweet cakes, two cents for one, ten cents for five. Free tasting, come and try it."

Two cents a piece? That's so cheap, even a bun costs two cents, and this is a pastry.

A woman who had just bought Xia Yingying's pastries immediately regretted it.

"Madam, I don't want this cake anymore."

"Stepmother?" Lu Yuwei looked at Xia Yingying for help.

"Retreat." Xia Yingying said calmly.

"Oh..." Lu Yuwei sighed. Lu Haoran returned the money to the woman, and the woman immediately took the money to buy pastries for Li Cuihua.

Most of the people who were originally queuing at the back had left, and only a few people bought Xia Yingying's pastries, while most of them went to Li Cuihua.

"Stepmother, should we also lower the price?" Lu Yuwei asked with a heartbroken look on her face when she saw that most of the customers went to Li Cuihua.

"Haoran, do you think we should lower the price?" Xia Yingying asked Lu Haoran this question.

Lu Haoran shook his head: "No surrender."

He firmly believed that the cakes made by Li Cuihua were definitely not as delicious as those made by Xia Yingying. The old man had just proved it, and the people who came to buy cakes from behind also proved it.

People who go to Li Cuihua to buy pastries are just trying to get a bargain.

If they also followed Li Cuihua in lowering prices, they would not make any money at all, after all, the costs are there.

Customers who pursue good taste and delicious food are still staying here. Although there are few people, this proves that the pastries made by the stepmother are indeed better than those made by Li Cuihua, isn't it?

There was a woman who wanted to go to Li Cuihua's place with a little boy. The little boy immediately fell asleep on the ground and cried at the top of his voice, "I don't want it. I want this. That brown sugar cake is not tasty at all. It's not as good as grandma's steamed buns. I want steamed cake. I want steamed cake."

The woman's face turned slightly red. When the price was the same, she also wanted to buy a steamed cake.

But now the price has dropped, and ten cents can buy five cakes, enough for a family. Steamed cakes are delicious, but the same amount of money can only buy four, and the family needs to share the food.

The woman coaxed him, "Five pieces of brown sugar cake are enough for you to eat for several days. Don't cry, don't cry. I'll take you to buy some brown sugar cake."

"I don't want brown sugar cake, I want steamed cake. Brown sugar cake tastes terrible."

The woman blushed, and seeing that the little boy was determined, she had to compromise and took him to Xia Yingying's stall to buy a steamed cake.

"I'm sorry to embarrass you." The woman said to Xia Yingying as she paid.

"It's okay, kids, that's how it is."

Xia Yingying also took the remaining half of the cake and handed it to the little boy. The woman kept thanking him.

"Give me ten cents."

"I also want."

Several parents who brought their children to buy pastries spoke one after another.

Most of Xia Yingying's cakes had been sold in the previous village, and half of them in this village. She only sold the last few pieces and they were gone.

It was the last person's turn. After buying the last two pieces, Xia Yingying packed up and prepared to go back to the village for lunch.

The people on Li Cuihua's side gradually dispersed, but most of her pastries were still left.

Li Cuihua tilted her mouth and said, "Xia Yingying, don't be complacent, you are just lucky today."