There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 82 Winter Hot and Sour Rice Noodles

"Get out."

Song Rutang finally couldn't help it anymore, threw the knife on the table, and turned back to talk to Zhu Youcai with a cold face.

Zhu Youcai was stunned:
"What did you say?"

Song Rutang closed her eyes and her voice became even colder:
"I told you to get out."

When Zhu Youcai heard this, he thought, "Is this okay?"He almost jumped in anxiety, threw the basket aside, and said angrily:

"Hey, would you like to find out the situation? Now all the money from the sale of your Yang family's property is in my hands. Now you should just follow me, so that when the time comes, if you are down and out, say Maybe I can still give you a hand!"

"Yo?"

Song Rutang crossed her arms, sneered, stared at him and said with a smile:
"Why don't I believe what you say? If you really have so much money, why don't you dress better and still wear these patched clothes?"

Zhu Youcai looked down at his patched clothes, his face full of grievances.

He didn't want to wear them, but his mother insisted on wearing these tattered clothes for him, but he refused, and was even beaten by his mother. He felt aggrieved, wasn't he?
"Why don't you speak, little beggar?"

Song Rutang folded her arms and looked at him with a smile. She teased him a few times and felt less angry. She began to tease Zhu Youcai as if he were a child.

But Zhu Youcai was not in such a good mood and jumped anxiously:
"You! My mother told me that the richer you are, the less you can let others know that you are rich. You have to wear older clothes. What do you know?"

At this time, the patched clothes on his body looked more and more disgusting and scary to him, and he wanted to take them off, but Song Rutang was still saying sarcastic words in his ears:
"Oh, you are so naive. While you are out here, your mother might have eaten something delicious at home. Why don't you go back and take a look?"

"My mother is not that kind of person!"

Zhu Youcai was obviously out of breath, and his words were much weaker. His eyes were wandering uncontrollably. He was originally afraid that his mother would spend his money randomly, but now it was better. After Song Rutang said this, he felt even more worried. Scared.

No wonder his mother robbed his money and said she would hide it and not ask him to spend any of it. She dared to spend it for herself!
At this time, in his heart, Song Rutang's words were obviously more convincing than his mother's, and he ran back home without saying a word.

Seeing him walking away, Song Rutang said coldly:
"System, follow him and see where he goes. I want to see where his family hid their money."

[Received, [-] points for running errands have been automatically deducted. 】

The system said this suddenly, and without waiting for Song Rutang to agree, it automatically deducted [-] points from her, and then fell silent.

Song Rutang took a look outside, ignored the system's shameless behavior, and bought another Qiankun bag from the mall.

It’s also one hundred points.

I continued to make the chili oil, not forgetting to stuff two paper balls in my nose. When the smoke billowed from the room, the chili oil was cooked perfectly.

Add minced garlic and chopped green onion to the bowl, add some salt and sugar, pour a few spoons of vinegar, and add some of the seasonings I bought in the mall before.

Put the chili oil in the pot, it's so spicy that you can't open your eyes. I boil some hot water, add it, throw the vermicelli in and cook it, and then put it out in bowls.

Sprinkle some coriander and chopped green onion into the bowl, fry some peanuts, put a few in each bowl, and bowls of fragrant hot and sour noodles are out of the pot.

The fragrance had already drifted out. Song Rutang set up his trolley, placed a hollow stove on top, took a shelf and placed it on top, and placed bowls of hot and sour noodles on it.

Taking advantage of the good weather and the snow that temporarily stopped, Song Rutang put a few warmers on her body and pushed the stroller out.

There were not many pedestrians outside. Song Rutang thought for a while, then picked an alley with many residents and walked in.

"Hot and sour noodles, sour and spicy hot and sour noodles!"

He shouted as he walked and pushed the cart slowly forward. The scent instantly attracted the attention of many people.A long time ago, there were children who couldn't help but be curious and ran out without caring about the adults' obstruction. They took Song Rutang's stroller and looked inside. They also looked behind them from time to time, for fear that the adults in the family would catch up and beat them up. .

Song Rutang took out a small bowl of hot and sour noodles that had not been heated over the fire and tested the temperature. It was suitable for children to eat. Then he touched the heads of several little ones and gave them a taste one by one.

"Is it delicious?"

Song Rutang smiled very kindly and asked several kids for their opinions.

I heard a few little kids talking happily and talking about their thoughts:
"It's delicious. It's delicious. I still want to eat it."

"What does this taste like? Why have you never tasted it before?"

"It smells like the sun!"

"Eating something hot on my body feels like a festival."

Song Rutang looked at the little children and beamed with joy, smiling like an old witch trying to trick children, and said seductively:
"It's delicious. Ask your parents to buy it for you. My sister comes here every day to sell hot and sour noodles. You go back and tell your parents that there are delicious and delicious hot and sour noodles on the street!"

When several little kids heard this, they hurriedly ran home with their little legs fluttering. Some of them happened to run into mothers wearing thick clothes who came out to look for someone.

He was wearing thick clothes and was pointed at his forehead and cursed:

"What are you doing out here? Worrying your family? It's such a cold day and you're not afraid of getting too hot from the cold?"

Several little kids shook their heads one after another, pulling their mothers and walking out onto the street:

"Mother, mother, come and take a look. There are delicious hot and sour noodles on the street."

Several people were attracted by the strange name, and when they smelled the fragrance, a few people who never bought street snacks couldn't help but ask:
"What kind of weird food is this?"

"It's hot and sour rice noodles. It's delicious when you add the peppers brought from the south to the sweet potato starch."

As he said that, he picked up a small bowl of tasting food and handed it to several people:

"Come and try it. It doesn't cost anything. Children like it very much. If adults like it, they can buy it and take it home for lunch, so they don't have to cook."

Several people were slightly moved by what was said. They picked up the small bowls and tasted them, and they were all moved.

This thing is really delicious.

"How much silver is a bowl?"

"A bowl costs ten cents. If you buy a lot and can feed the whole family, then it will be calculated as five cents per bowl."

Song Rutang did the task just to earn good reviews, and he was happy to reduce the price. However, this made the mothers of several young children excited, and they all spent money to buy food for the whole family.

"Such a good thing is brought from the south. It is sold so cheaply. If you buy it home, you will definitely be looked down upon by the boss."

"That's right, the boss can't eat the sweet peppers from the south outside. We can buy them with a lot of money, so why don't we make them jealous?"

"Who said no!"

Several people discussed it and spent money to buy a lot.

The hot and sour noodles were sold out in no time.

(End of this chapter)