Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Even into the evening, Yan Wenli was still savoring the taste of stinky tofu and pickled radish.

The more he thought about it, the less he could sleep, so he excitedly ran straight to Old Master Yan's courtyard.

"Dad, let's go to Zhiweixuan again first thing tomorrow morning! I didn't get enough to eat today, so let's buy more tomorrow!"

Before even stepping inside, Yan Wenli shouted, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Father! Call me tomorrow, let's go earlier!"

crunch--

With the shouts, Yan Wenli pushed open the door.

But they saw that Old Master Yan was talking to the steward Yan Xian, and both of them looked disappointed.

"Father, what happened?" Yan Wenli suddenly became serious.

Grandpa Yan waved his hand and shook his head: "It's nothing. I just heard you shouting that you wanted to eat stinky tofu tomorrow?"

"Yes, let's buy more tomorrow, and more pickled radishes too, they smell so good!"

"You go tomorrow, I'm not going. I'm too old, I need to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenli was completely stunned.

Dad is completely different from Bai Rili. Bai Rili was the kind of person who would go through fire and water for stinky tofu, but now he's complaining that he wants to sleep tomorrow.

That's really strange.

"Oh dear, I'm getting tired of queuing up early every day these past few days. I'll sleep in tomorrow. You can go buy some stinky tofu yourself tomorrow, and remember to buy a lot and bring it back for me."

Old Master Yan's eyes darted around as he added to the story.

He yawned as he spoke, as if he was extremely sleepy.

Yan Wenli was completely obsessed with stinky tofu; just mentioning those three words made his mouth water.

"Alright, then you just wait for me. But I'll eat it by myself on the roadside, so don't blame me if the stinky tofu gets cold by then."

He swallowed hard and said instinctively.

Stinky tofu tastes best when it's fresh out of the pot and hot.

"Chengcheng, I'm getting old, not as good as you young people." Old Master Yan's regret was very obvious.

The butler, Yan Xian, looked hesitant, his gaze towards Yan Wenli carrying a hint of sympathy.

After Yan Wenli left in high spirits, Yan Xiancai asked, "Grandpa, you knew that Zhiweixuan had put up a sign saying it would be closed for two days, so why did you still...?"

"Why send Wenli to buy stinky tofu?" Old Master Yan laughed.

"It's all because that kid stole my pickled radish and stinky tofu during the day. I'll teach him a lesson; experience counts!"

The butler, Yan Xian, smiled helplessly. These two, father and son, were really quite childish.

I'm afraid some people will be disappointed tomorrow!

......

One night passed.

Qian Duofu arrived at his restaurant early and saw that Zhiweixuan across the street was indeed closed.

However, there were quite a few people on the street, and although Zhiweixuan had put up a sign, many people didn't see it.

Some people saw it but wanted to try their luck.

Qian Duofu was overjoyed. He dragged his chubby body to the door.

"Look, look! Duofu Restaurant! Cheap and generous portions, you'll be blessed after eating there! Everyone should come and try it!!"

"Duofu Restaurant has everything you could want, delicious and inexpensive, delicious and inexpensive!"

After shouting for a long time, no one came in. It's no exaggeration to say that there wasn't a single person at all.

Qian Duofu's elation plummeted to rock bottom.

Looking around again, wow, there was a long queue at the wonton shop across the street.

The business is so good that it's practically another Zhiweixuan.

"Waaah, Madam Shen is taking another break, it's so tough! Luckily, there's still Aunt Wang's wontons~"

"Luckily, Madam Shen improved these wontons, otherwise I wouldn't have anything to eat on her days off~"

"Please, let these two days pass quickly! My stinky tofu and pickled radishes!"

Do you think Zhiweixuan will continue selling stinky tofu when it reopens?

"..."

The diners groaned as they waited in line, making Qian Duofu extremely jealous.

Such a long line for a simple wonton shop? His restaurant has forty or fifty different dishes!

They simply don't know what they're talking about.

"This Madam Shen is a living advertisement! If she could give me a few pointers, wouldn't my restaurant's food sales skyrocket?"

Qian Duofu felt he had figured it out. The important thing was not what kind of guidance he was giving, but to let the guests know that his food had been instructed by Madam Shen.

Thinking of this, he closed the door and left in a hurry.

Yan Wenli didn't sleep well all night.

He couldn't sleep well at all because he was thinking about stinky tofu.

He finally made it to dawn and excitedly ran to the entrance of Zhiweixuan.

Take a closer look.

"Two days off???!!!"

Yan Wenli had practically worn that sign out of his head.

"No way?? What kind of shop closes for two days straight??"

Seeing Yan Wenli's appearance, a nearby diner couldn't help but say, "Brother, Madam Shen also took two days off five days ago. We reckon that Madam Shen will probably be open for five days and closed for two days in a row."

"What? Are food vendors this capricious?"

"You're a new customer of Madam Shen, aren't you? This is nothing. When Madam Shen used to set up her stall, the location changed randomly, and we had to chase after her. It's much better now; at least the location is fixed."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenli hung his head in dejection. Good heavens, he had been looking forward to it all night, but he never expected it to turn out like this.

He sighed, "Never mind, I'll come back in two days to buy stinky tofu and pickled radishes!"

The diner he was talking to looked at him with a sympathetic expression: "When Zhiweixuan reopens in two days, I reckon the food I'll buy won't be stinky tofu anymore."

"???" Yan Wenli's mouth dropped open.

What does that mean? What does it mean to not sell stinky tofu?

"This Zhiweixuan restaurant initially sold Four Delicacies Soup, but after Madam Shen rested for two days, she started selling stinky tofu, so I guess..."

Yan Wenli felt that his restless heart had completely died.

Dead, completely dead.

"So, I might never be able to eat stinky tofu again..."

He looked miserable and suddenly felt like bursting into tears on the spot.

Heavens above, earth below, why did you have to make him gain stinky tofu only to take it away? This is pure torture!

"Don't be too sad, the wontons at Aunt Wang's are pretty good..." The customer wanted to comfort Yan Wenli, but Yan Wenli stormed off.

This anger wasn't due to anything else, but rather because he suddenly remembered the expressions on his father's and Butler Yan's faces yesterday.

The old man must have known that Zhiweixuan was closed today; he did it on purpose!

He needs to go and ask the old man properly! Isn't this just setting him up?

The diner stood there, stunned, muttering to himself, "Well, I was going to tell that guy earlier that all of Shen Niangzi's food is amazing. Even if it's not stinky tofu, her new dishes are irresistible..."

For regular customers, the feeling is more of anticipation.