MTL - Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok!-Chapter 17

  Chapter 17

  Someone set a precedent, and passers-by stepped forward one after another.

  Bawen is not a small amount of money, but many people in the small town go to a place to eat meat from time to time, and it is acceptable to eat a bowl of 8wen vermicelli once in a while.

   What's more, there are free small materials! Among them is the pickled radish that has almost become a legend these days!

  Pickled radish with pickled peppers is more suitable as a small ingredient in soup noodles with a stronger taste than the ordinary version.

In fact, fresh bamboo shoots with pickled peppers are the best when boiled in soup, but after all, it is not possible to "pick up" bamboo shoots every day, and it will soon be summer, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain are a bit old, so I still use white radish .

  Chen Muxue only set up two tables, any more would hinder others, so for a while, there were many people squatting on the side of the road and complaining.

  Many young guys who like white clothes have learned a painful lesson and red oil ideas that cannot be washed off in this fan operation.

  Many people heard that they could try the legendary pickled radish for free, and they came one after another, and some even ran out of the restaurant directly.

If you want to become an online celebrity shop, you must create a hot topic in advance before something goes on sale. When Chen Muxue sensed that the shopkeeper of the restaurant was not sincere, she directly asked for fifty taels, and paid a price far exceeding the value of the pickled radish itself. arouse people's attention.

   Money and the white radish that can be seen everywhere are two things that people in this small town can touch every day, which can effectively increase the discussion rate of the topic.

   "Are you hungry? Eat some meat buns first."

  The number of people in the town is limited, and finally the last bowl of noodles was cooked. Chen Muxue took out a few meat buns that she had prepared from her pocket and divided them up.

  Xiaohu wiped the sweat off his brow: "Master, you eat too!"

  Chen Muxue grinned at him, took a big bite of the meat bun, and signaled that she was eating.

   "Hey! The dishes are all out of the pot! Come back!"

  The shop waiter yelled loudly and no one turned back, because Chen Muxue's stall was not far away, and the hot, sour and delicious fragrance that drifted away was much more attractive than the stale and greasy smell in the restaurant.

  The shopkeeper of the restaurant looked at the crowd gathered there and the rising water vapor from the second floor, with gloomy eyes.

   Further away, a group of people is approaching there.

   "Heh, let's see how long you can be happy."

   "Give way, let everything go!"

  Suddenly a path was broken in the Suofen army, and several men with long sticks appeared, and the leader was dressed in irregular clothes.

   "Who asked you to set up a stall here?" The leader said to Chen Muxue, but looked around dishonestly.

  Chen Muxue didn't expect such yamen servants to exist here, she couldn't help frowning.

  However, this expression was regarded by the yamen servant as a sign of fear, and he said triumphantly: "Be honest, I will give you two points of face."

  He looked at Xiaohua who was sitting on the side: "Hey, whose little girl is so cute?"

   As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pinch Xiao Hua's face, but was slapped away by Chen Muxue who came forward.

  The yamen servant was a little annoyed: "Bold!"

  He sniffed his nose and snorted coldly: "Give a bowl to all the grandpas, so that the adults will not forget the faults of the villains!"

   As he spoke, he sat down unceremoniously.

  The people who were originally fans had already avoided, but they were reluctant to put down the bowls in their hands. They all quietly hid beside them, eating while watching the show.

   "Are you worthy too?" Chen Muxue looked up and down the yamen servant.

  Thirty to forty years old, the seventh level of Foundation Establishment is not bad among ordinary people.

  The yamen servant sneered and kicked the stove that turned over the noodles: "You are shameless for giving you face!"

  (end of this chapter)