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

"What? Madam Shen, you must be joking!"

"What do you mean 'last time selling spicy strips'? I haven't even had my fill yet!"

"Madam Shen, you can't just stop selling like that! I can't eat without these spicy strips!"

"..."

Cries of anguish rose from all directions; the diners simply couldn't accept the fact that they could no longer buy spicy strips.

A crowd surrounded Shen Qing, their faces pleading, hoping he would change his mind.

Shen Qing smiled wryly and could only explain apologetically, "Everyone, we've run out of spices for making spicy strips, and those spices are extremely scarce. I can't find any more in a short time, so we really can't make any more spicy strips."

"I promise everyone, if I ever get those spices again, I will definitely sell them to you again!"

This was tantamount to dangling a carrot in front of the diners. After all, even Shen Qing didn't know when she would be able to purchase compound spice powder and chili powder from the system again after completing the task.

Without this promise, she has no way to escape the crowd of diners.

"Madam Shen, when will that be?"

"Yeah, where will we find you then?"

"Madam Shen, you'd better keep your word!"

"..."

The diners remained gathered around, unwilling to leave without receiving a definite answer.

Who wouldn't be anxious when a delicious meal they finally found is about to disappear?

Shen Qing was starting to regret telling customers that he wouldn't be selling spicy strips the next day.

Otherwise, how could we be surrounded like this? If we encounter someone who is particularly emotional and does something extreme, wouldn't that create endless trouble?

She suddenly felt that street vending should appear quietly and disappear quietly.

From the diner's perspective, they just happened to eat a particularly delicious food, and after eating it for a few days, they couldn't eat it anymore.

You might feel down for a few days, but you'll eventually recover from the emotional shock and continue with your life.

Perhaps we'll meet again someday, and then we'll be pleasantly surprised to try the new delicacies at the stall.

Besides, setting up a stall is not like opening a shop; stalls can be moved around anyway.

She didn't actually need to tell the diners that she wasn't coming.

This is a lesson learned today.

It only creates trouble and problems.

"I can't say for sure when we'll be able to find the spices."

"But I have a shop in Ping'an County called Zhiweixuan, where I usually sell all sorts of random delicacies. If you have the chance, you can go and try it."

Left with no other choice, Shen Qing had to bring out Zhiweixuan.

She understood that these diners wouldn't let her leave easily without a definite answer today.

"Zhiweixuan? Madam Shen actually owns her own shop?"

"Do they sell spicy snacks inside? I just want to eat spicy snacks!"

"Madam Shen, when are you coming back to Zhiweixuan? I want to eat your homemade food!"

"..."

The vast majority of people are foolish; they only care about their own thoughts and don't listen to what others are saying.

Right now, all they want to do is eat spicy strips, as if they hadn't heard Shen Qing mention the lack of spice powder.

In order to taste Shen Qing's food, they even began to inquire about Shen Qing's whereabouts.

"The spicy strips will be available at Zhiweixuan sometime, so don't worry..."

Shen Qing spent a lot of time explaining before finally managing to push the cart out of the crowd.

She suddenly understood why modern celebrities need to keep their distance from fans.

If you don't deliberately keep your distance, you'll face endless trouble.

Fortunately, she escaped from the crowd.

Shen Qing pushed the cart toward the Yan residence, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of hot pot.

I wonder how Yan Wenli and Xin Heng are doing? Can hot pot really be sold at exorbitant prices? Will those powerful and wealthy businessmen really be willing to open their wallets?

Just then, she heard footsteps behind her.

Before she could turn around to see what was happening, her mouth and nose were covered.

A strange smell entered her nostrils, and then she felt a dizzying sensation.

Finally, he completely lost consciousness...

......

General's Mansion.

"Father, would you like to try some of the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes that Madam Shen made herself?" Madam Yan asked expectantly, holding the food box that Shen Qing had brought earlier.

She had originally wanted to go to the stall with Shen Qing, but she couldn't bear to part with the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes.

If she had gone with them, her father might have given the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes directly to the servants in the mansion.

Unsurprisingly, the old general waved his hand and said, "No, no, that stuff is too sweet and cloying. What's so good about it? Only girls like you would like to eat it."

The disdain in his tone was very obvious.

Madam Yan was secretly delighted, and opened the food box again, asking, "Father, are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, you know perfectly well when I've ever eaten sweets. If you want some, go ahead and eat them." General Tao looked at his daughter with a touch of doting affection on his face.

"Then I'll eat it~" Madam Yan's eyes were full of cunning. "Father, you'd better not regret it later."

"You little brat, what do I have to regret? Hurry up and eat yours."

As General Tao spoke, he picked up a military book from the side and began to read.

Upon seeing this, Madam Yan immediately took the plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes out of the food box.

On a white porcelain plate, long strips of glutinous rice cakes are neatly arranged, their surfaces fried to a golden brown, resembling a row of gold bricks.

Golden-red syrup is poured over the glutinous rice cake, slowly flowing down its edges and pooling at the bottom of the plate, glistening.

Upon closer inspection, you can see a thin, even layer of soybean and sesame powder.

Madam Yan picked up a piece with her chopsticks. The glutinous rice cake trembled slightly, and the outer skin made a soft "crunch" sound.

Put it in your mouth and bite it.

click-

It's so delicious and satisfying.

General Tao's gaze was fixed on the military treatise, but a faint aroma of roasted soybeans and sesame seeds wafted to his nose, along with a sweet scent.

The smell isn't cloyingly sweet; it's just sweet and fragrant.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at Madam Yan.

Madam Yan's lips were covered in syrup and soybean and sesame powder, and her expression was one of unprecedented comfort, as if she had received the ultimate enjoyment.

His lips opened and closed, his teeth chewing incessantly, making a crunching sound.

"It tastes really good, is it that delicious...?" General Tao couldn't help but murmur, his eyes filled with curiosity.

The plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes was placed next to Madam Yan. The glistening, golden-yellow cakes were coated with syrup and looked incredibly appetizing, making one's mouth water.

When General Tao realized he was swallowing, he was completely stunned.

Sweets are all cloyingly sweet and awful.

But now he's actually drooling over a plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes?

Just outrageous!