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Before Zeyu came, there was only a half-dead tea stall here.

Without him, this main road is close to the city gate, and the restaurants in the city are of course better in terms of eating and drinking. The guests who come here are nothing more than resting their breath and rectifying before entering the city.

Since the noodle stall opened, it has been full of people from time to time. Many people go to the tea stall to buy a pot of clear tea and take a seat to eat noodles. In fact, they unintentionally bring the other party's business.

It's a pity that not everyone can see the truth clearly, and it's irrational for the "red eye disease" to flare up.

The guest who claimed to have eaten worms looked like a traveling businessman, with beards all over his face, and a dark blue coarse cloth jacket. There was a covered bamboo basket at his feet, and he didn't know what was inside.

"This guest, can you let me have a look?"

Zeyu put down the colander in his hand, wiped his hands on the apron, and walked up to the man in a leisurely manner.

"Why? Want to be private? Brother is not such a person who is easily fooled. If something goes wrong, do you know how much it will cost to see a doctor? You can't do it without a tael of silver."

Regardless of the uproar of the spectators around, the businessman sat carelessly on the wooden bench, Chao Zeyu raised his chin, and slapped the table with his palm.

"I don't know how much the doctor wants. Anyway, I won't give you a penny. What's wrong with you, just figure it out."

This is not the first time that Zeyu has faced such a situation. Zeyu has long been too lazy to maintain a "customer first" commercial smile. Anyway, he didn't plan to do it here for a long time, just for fun.

"What do you mean?"

Unexpectedly, the stall owner looked like a soft persimmon, and his words were so impolite. The traveling merchant kicked the iron plate, and simply began to shout loudly:

"Let's criticize! There are bugs in his face, how does he do business? He even opens his mouth to curse!"

With a sneer, Zeyu picked up the chopsticks, picked up the suspicious worm from the noodles, and said loudly:

"Since everyone is here, please help me, folks. His bowl is clear soup and plain noodles. Where did this vegetable worm come from?"

Having already guessed what the traveling businessman wanted to say, Zeyu spoke for him first:

"Do you want to say, who knows if it's in the soup base? Everyone can see clearly that my soup base is boiled overnight with pork bones, and the taste is not deceiving. Don't talk about insects, just put hemp rope in it It's already rotten, is this worm stronger than a rope?"

Only then did the other guests suddenly realize that the wind turned one-sided, and some even ridiculed that the traveling businessman was crazy about money, and that such tricks of framing people could be done.

The traveling businessman was exposed, his dark face turned into a liver color, and the originally arrogant man instantly looked like a deflated ball.

Zeyu didn't want to let him go, so he lightly kicked the bamboo basket at his feet with a half-smile, and asked half-seriously:

"However, I'm really curious where the bugs came from, and what's in this bamboo basket?"

"It's none of your business to pretend? Why should I let you know?"

The traveling merchant panicked completely, picked up the bamboo basket in one hand, stood up and was about to run.

Coincidentally, the head catcher who came to "capture" Zeyu last time came to the noodle stall at some point, and squeezed in front of the crowd out of curiosity:

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Brother Catcher, this man didn't pay for his bowl of noodles, so he seems to be running away."

With an innocent face, Zeyu raised his hand and pointed at the traveling merchant. Before he could answer, he added a sentence at the right time:

"He doesn't know what's in this bamboo basket. He's been acting suspiciously since just now. If you don't believe me, you can ask other guests."

"So it is."

It didn't take long for the head catcher to figure out the reason, ordered the traveling merchant to open the basket, and understood everything.

The head catcher reprimanded the unscrupulous wandering businessman, and asked him to pay double the amount of money before letting him go.

Smiling and taking the money, Zeyu quietly winked at Chongyun who was nestling by the stove, Chongyun understood, and silently turned into a little white bird, following behind the departing businessman.

"I almost forgot the business. Last time the owner of the restaurant bought a murderer. I have already found out. This is the compensation money the boss gave you. The county magistrate specially ordered me to send it."

Catcher took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to Zeyu with a much more polite attitude than last time.

"Brother who worked hard to catch the head, sit down and eat a bowl of noodles before leaving?"

Naturally taking the small bag, Zeyu was quite satisfied with the result, and took out a consistent copper coin and stuffed it into the catcher's hand.

"No, no, I have to go back to my life."

The county magistrate attached great importance to this matter, and the attitude of the headhunter towards Zeyu was naturally different, so he only accepted the gift in return, pushed aside the invitation to eat noodles, and then turned and left.

"Okay, brother catcher, be careful on the road."

As soon as Zeyu sent the headhunter away, he turned around and saw a man dressed as a businessman standing blankly at the table, looking somewhat familiar.

"This guest officer, did you come here to eat just now, and you turned back so soon?"

He vaguely remembered that this was a horse dealer, he hurried on his way after eating a bowl of noodles casually, why did he turn back?

"Give uncle ten bowls of fried noodles and take them away."

The man turned his head in an extremely weird posture, like a puppet on a string, and raised a hand stiffly, holding a silver dollar in his palm.

His eyes were dull, the center of his brows was black, and his body was full of yin, Zeyu knew it when he saw it.

Calmly taking the silver dollar in his hand, Zeyu walked to the edge of the stove, the golden light in his eyes flashed, and with a thought, the heavy silver dollar turned back into a thin piece of ghost paper in an instant.

"Guest officer, your face is healed, be careful on the road."

Without changing his face, he handed the special "Zhajiang Noodles" to the man, and after a few careful instructions, he put this matter behind him after a while, it's just a few brats, don't worry about it.

Unexpectedly, within an hour after the businessman left, another peddler who was fascinated came to his door:

"Brother, it's our eyes that don't know Mount Tai. Please let us live. We just want to eat a few bowls of noodles with fried sauce. Every day we smell it from a distance at the grave and we are so hungry. This is our little wish."

This "person" bent down to Zeyu, holding up a bunch of strange things respectfully with both hands:

There are jade bracelets, jade hairpins inlaid with gold, pearl necklaces, etc., all of which are cool in broad daylight.

Zeyu: ...

Sighing helplessly, he waved his hand and told the man to put the things away.

Zha Jiang Noodles is actually a kind of mixed noodles, so you have to pay more attention to the noodle sauce. Unlike other shops that only use sweet noodle sauce, Zeyu also adds soy sauce. The layered texture of fried sauce is fresh but not sweet.

After heating up the oil, Zeyu first sautéed the ginger and shallots until fragrant, then poured in the vegetarian meat and diced potatoes and stir-fried.

This small stall is full of small traders, and pork is a luxury for them, but the Zhajiangmian has no meaty taste, which is really disappointing.

Therefore, Zeyu thought of a compromise method, not only using lard to fry the noodle sauce, but also using vegetarian meat instead of minced pork, which can satisfy the guests' meat addiction without worrying about the greasy taste.

In addition, after the noodles are cooked, they should be washed in cold water first, so that they will be more resilient and chewy.

"Take it. Don't harm passers-by any more. Do one thing for me. When it's done, I'll open a restaurant. You don't need money to eat."

You Tiao Bu Xu put ten bowls of steaming noodles with fried sauce into the food box, and Ze Yu infused a trace of spiritual power into a leaf, and asked the innocent peddler to send it back.

"I'm back. That man has a ghostly aura. Are you okay?"

As soon as the peddler left, Chongyun flew back after making inquiries and landed on Zeyu's shoulder.

"It's okay. The ghosts in the graveyard next door said they wanted to eat it. I saw how pitiful they were, so I made some."

Zeyu turned his head, touched Chongyun who had turned into a white sparrow, and calmly changed the topic:

"Who sent that person?"

"You must not think of it."

Chong Yun purposely put it off, and only waited for Ze Yu to beg him softly before he proudly announced:

"It's the owner of the tea stall across the street."

"I don't sell tea, why would he do that? Besides, his business is just as good these days."

Frowning slightly, Zeyu didn't turn the corner for a moment.

"Be jealous, no matter how good you are, you won't earn as much, that's how mortals are."

Chongyun leaped from Zeyu's shoulder, landed and turned back into a big white bird, shaking off all the feathers.

"In that case, well, let's not open it."

Finally figured it out, Zeyu easily made a decision.

"Ah? Why? Just teach him a lesson, what are you doing to close the door?"

His eyes widened, Chong Yun couldn't help flapping his wings at Ze Yu in anger: When did this person become so cowardly?

"Don't be angry, it's because I didn't make it clear. Today, the arrester sent the money that the boss of Wenxianglou paid."

Holding back a smile, he raised his hand to Chongyun Shunmao, and when he obediently lay on his knees, Zeyu then talked about getting the money.

"But why do you want to close this place?"

Chong Yun still didn't understand, it felt like he was afraid of the owner of the tea stall and decided to run away.

"The money in hand is already enough to buy a store. Originally, setting up a small stall is a transitional measure. Why do you have to be exposed to the sun and rain here?"

Patiently smoothing the feathers on Chongyun's back, Zeyu added:

"Besides, our stall is gone, and the owner of the tea stall is the worst. His business will return to normal in a few days."

"So it is."

The round bird's head rubbed against Zeyu's hand, Chongyun absent-mindedly replied, but what he was thinking in his heart was:

When they first met, he still felt that Zeyu was too innocent, and after spending several days together, he gradually saw her character.

"Next we have to go back into town and find a storefront."

Not knowing what Chongyun was thinking, Zeyu talked about his plan on his own, but at this time an acquaintance came to the stall—Qin Langzhong.

"Zeyu, Mr. Ning is sending people to look for you everywhere, why don't you hurry up and meet him in the city."

Qin Langzhong heard that Xie Zeyu opened a small stall in the outskirts of the city, so he came to tell him the news, and said that Mr. Ning was very anxious, and even promised him a reward.

"Okay, thank you Uncle Qin, I'll close the stall first."

Seeing off Qin Langzhong in this room, Zeyu rolled his eyes and said to Chongyun in a deep voice:

"Let's go back to the mountain later."

"Well done! This Mr. Ning thinks you are a servant of his family, how much money you have is great."

Remembering how annoying Mr. Ning was before, Chongyun blurted out and flapped his wings in agreement.

But when he calmed down, he understood Zeyu's decision very well, but at the same time felt unwilling to just run away like this.

"I don't want to see him again, but I still want to get back Xie Zeyu's wages through him. Let's go back to the mountain to play for a few days and meet the mountain god. Anyway, Mr. Ning will not die for a while."

Seemingly able to see through Chongyun's thoughts, Zeyu explained to him with a smile, her own plan:

After Chef Cai's death, no one made Mr. Ning's snacks with ingredients, and that person's body would react soon.

At that time, after tasting the shrimp dumplings made by Chef Cai, Zeyu had already estimated the serving size. These days, Mr. Ning's life may be quite difficult.

"As for these days, we should teach him a lesson, and stop pointing out the country in front of others in the future."

Gently rubbing the fluff on the top of Chongyun's head, Zeyu stuck out his tongue mischievously: What is your son, Zeyu is still a fairy!

The author has something to say:

Chong Yun: So you are a sesame glutinous rice ball!

Zeyu (slanting eyes): So?

Chong Yun (exploding desire to survive): Even cuter!

Happy Christmas Eve!