Food Intelligence King

Chapter 64 Smart Man

Ms. Lin makes breakfast in the morning and takes her child to school.

Chen Zhou picks up the child in the evening and cooks dinner.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, a certain stable balance is always achieved at home.

Of course, dinner tastes a little better than breakfast.

Chen Zhou received a 1.5 rating, making it a round number again.

Today, Chen Taotao changed the "Mei Di Hen" she learned at her maternal grandmother's house to the Mandarin version "Mei De Hen".

The couple asked out of curiosity.

It turns out that Ms. Li, the kindergarten teacher, has been playing the jasmine flower song for the children recently.

That's the song—

"What a beautiful jasmine flower."

Chen Taotao realized from this that "de" and "di" have the same meaning.

Without the linguistic environment of Guanzhong, the little girl changed her catchphrases.

Chen Zhou and Ms. Lin exchanged a glance:
Do you think Tao Tao has a bit of talent for singing?

"I feel the same way."

Children can be talented in any area if they are young enough.

The next day was Saturday.

The family of three arrived at the Ancient Culture Street.

It's still the same as when I last came here, but because it's the weekend, there are even more people.

Chen Taotao walked in the shade, especially enjoying stepping on the moss growing between the stone slabs and bricks.

Before they knew it, they had led the two to the place where young women in Hanfu were taking photos.

Ms. Lin sighed slightly upon seeing her revealing attire.

"I think I've gained a little weight recently."

You won't get fat; you just don't understand yourself very well.

Chen Zhou laughed and said, "You're definitely a bit heavier after giving birth than when you were in school, but you're still at a healthy weight."

Ms. Lin frowned. "I'm on a diet right now!"

Chen Zhou recalled that he had indeed seen his wife weigh herself that morning.

However, these days, Ms. Lin has been receiving a constant stream of positive feedback. Although she is trying to control her weight, it's unlikely she'll lose much.

The result of the weight loss will probably be the same as before.

But this may very well be Ms. Lin's struggle against fate.

I wandered around for a bit, but didn't buy anything substantial. I did buy some food though, like fried cakes and sugar figurines.

The family of three found a place to sit down.

They ate while enjoying the cool air.

Chen Zhou checked the time; he figured the mother and daughter would need to eat a little longer.

So he said, "I'll go out for a bit, and I'll come back to find you later."

"Well, let's go."

The little girl was eating fried cakes and didn't have time to talk.

A few minutes later, Chen Zhou arrived at the location mentioned in the intelligence report. This was a place where stalls were set up in large numbers, with hundreds of stalls visible at a glance.

They mostly sell antiques such as jade.

Just as Chen Zhou was about to go find the kitchen knife, he ran into an old friend—

Mr. Cui, who bought the porcelain plate of pickled cucumbers earlier.

He was still wearing a buttoned-up Tang suit, which didn't seem out of place on this ancient cultural street.

Chen Zhou greeted him:

"It's me again, Mr. Cui."

Old Cui turned to look at Chen Zhou and recognized him at a glance.

He laughed and said, "Hey, what a coincidence! What treasure are you looking for today? Want to take a look around?"

It seems that the information mentioned before 10 o'clock should be about Boss Cui.

“Okay,” Chen Zhou agreed. “I want to buy a kitchen knife.”

"Buy a kitchen knife?" Boss Cui clicked his tongue. "They sell kitchen knives here? Why don't you just go to the supermarket?"

Chen Zhou pointed it out to him: "Look."

Boss Cui took a closer look:
"There really is one!"

His curiosity at this moment was even greater than Chen Zhou's.

After all, Cui Hong had seen people selling frozen cabbage stalks as jade in the past, but he had never seen anyone selling kitchen knives in an antique market.

"Let's go take a look together, there must be something going on here." Based on Grandpa Yu's previous experience buying plates, Boss Cui also regarded Chen Zhou as someone with profound knowledge of antiques.

The two strolled over to the stall, just as someone came to inquire about the kitchen knife.

So he just stood by and watched.

The stall owner picked up a cleaver from a square stone and began introducing it to the customer:

"This kitchen knife was hand-hammered by master craftsmen before the founding of the People's Republic of China, going through more than a hundred processes. Don't be fooled by the rust now; once you get back, sharpen it with a stone, and it'll be as good as new. You can even break a hair by blowing on it."

As the stall owner spoke, he pretended to rub the stone a couple of times.

The customer's face lit up with delight, and he asked, "How much?"

The stall owner held up three fingers.

"Three thousand."

The customer took the cleaver and stone from the stall owner, hesitating: How could a broken cleaver be worth this much? Isn't this a rip-off? But he was also secretly excited, thinking that this stone alone was worth more than three thousand.

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Chen Zhou wasn't too worried when he saw that the high-quality kitchenware in the intelligence report had been snatched up by someone else.

Firstly, when buying things, it's first-come, first-served.

Secondly, Chen Zhou had seen sharpening scissors and knives when he was a child.

But that stone doesn't seem like something you'd use to sharpen a knife; there's definitely something fishy about it.

Chen Zhou asked Boss Cui beside him:

"That's not a whetstone, is it?"

"Clever!" Cui Hong lowered his voice. "It even looks like a She inkstone. They're just fooling smart people."

"Having a banquet?"

"Yes, the four famous inkstones."

Sure enough, the customer showed interest in paying.

But after the stall owner took the money, he immediately replaced the inkstone with a real whetstone.

The customer who received the cleaver quickly waved his hand:
"No need to change it, the one you just had was fine."

The stall owner chuckled, "No, buddy, I'm selling kitchen knives, not this stone. This is a She inkstone, you're kidding!"

The customer was furious after hearing this:
"Refund today!!!"

The stall owner carefully put the inkstone away and said slowly, "You can't break the rules. You were the one who said you wouldn't return it once you got it!"

The two quickly started arguing. After a long struggle, they finally managed to return the money.

Looking at what was happening before him, Cui Hong said to Chen Zhou, "The market has been messed up by these people."

"Mr. Cui, you are very particular about doing business."

Cui Hong was secretly pleased with himself after hearing this, thinking, "I still need to argue with him."

He certainly didn't intend to actually buy the rusty "broken kitchen knife," but he still joked with the stall owner:

"Boss, I also want to buy this kitchen knife. Will you sell it for 2,500?"

The stall owner thought to himself: You've been standing here watching the show for ages, did you not understand or what? They're all old foxes, playing a ghost story.

So he simply said, "Not for sale."

Cui Hong smiled and said:

"Friend, your approach is too outdated. Even novels about antique appraisal don't use this method anymore."

Boss Cui was a bit sharp-tongued, and seeing that the stall owner remained silent, he offered him a suggestion:

"The identity of these overseas-repatriated cultural relics is so good; they can definitely fetch a good price."

These words made the stall owner blush with embarrassment.

Where did you come from?

Boss Cui realized that he himself was also too eager to be the smart one, and quickly tried to make amends:
“I’m not a local. I just came here with friends for tourism and we were just passing through.”

After saying that, he pulled Chen Zhou away together.

I tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge.

Chen Zhou said, "I really want to buy this kitchen knife."

“That kitchen knife isn’t worth anything! The valuable thing is that stone!” Cui Hong’s voice was both loud and soft.

Chen Zhou was very grateful for Boss Cui's reminder.

But he was definitely there for the kitchen knife. "I just said, I'm buying a kitchen knife."

Boss Cui thought about it: It seems he really did say that.

So I couldn't help but ask:

"What are you going to use it for? To really cut vegetables?"

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "Yes, I also run a breakfast stall."

(End of this chapter)