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

The next day, Shen Qing, unusually, did not get up early and slept in late.

Before, when she set up a stall at the morning market, she had to get up very early every day. Now that she has taken on a new task, setting up a stall at the ghost market at night, she can sleep until she naturally wakes up.

The sun was already high in the sky when Shen Qing rubbed her eyes and got out of bed.

She was planning to tidy up, eat something, and then buy ingredients to prepare for setting up her stall that evening, but a sharp voice interrupted her plans.

"Auntie, it's Sister Shen Qing—" It was Zhao Shi.

"Auntie, I've come to see you." The voice belonged to Shen Chengzong.

Shen Qing's expression turned cold. She didn't even need to guess; she knew that these two people definitely had ill intentions.

Upon hearing the two voices, Shen's mother reacted as if triggered, immediately shouting, "You two shameless bastards, what are you doing in our house? We've already said you're not welcome, can't you understand human language? Get out of here right now!"

"Oh dear, Auntie, we're all family. How can you say that? Besides, we've come to give you and Sister Shen Qing some money."

Zhao, with her thick skin, kept moving forward, clearly showing that she hadn't had enough of the beating from last time.

Shen Chengzong also stepped forward with a smug grin: "That's right, Aunt, no, I should call you Mother. Mother, my husband and I have really come to deliver silver this time. Look at our house, it's really too dilapidated. My wife and I have prepared twenty taels of silver, which we brought specifically for you and Sister Shen Qing."

Then, she changed the subject and revealed the purpose of her trip: "Yesterday I saw that Shen Qing's fried chicken business seemed to be failing. Why don't you give me the recipe? My husband and I can sell fried chicken in the restaurant. The business will definitely be good. It's good to keep the profits in the family. Besides, we can also carry on the restaurant that my father left behind."

Shen's mother was a smart woman, and she immediately understood what Shen Chengzong meant.

She wants to buy her daughter's fried chicken recipe for twenty taels of silver?

"Pah! You dare call us 'father' and 'mother'? You're nothing but a bandit who steals other people's property. Get out of here! If you're really so kind, why don't you help us pay our membership fees for the food association!"

She had even considered asking Shen Chengzong for help, but she never expected that this scoundrel would come knocking on her door so quickly to steal the formula.

"Mother~" Shen Chengzong shouted nauseously.

The reason he kept pestering Shen's mother was mainly because he didn't dare to look Shen Qing in the eye; he inexplicably felt that there was a murderous intent in Shen Qing's eyes.

"Shen Qing, your brother is right. Just hand over the fried chicken recipe, and your brother and I will help you find a good family to marry into. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live a life of luxury after that?"

Zhao was greedy and never forgot what she had been taught, so she grabbed Shen Qing's sleeve and tried to persuade him.

Shen Qing pulled out his sleeve and said coldly, "Don't dream about it. Even if I give you the recipe, you still can't make fried chicken."

Some of the key spices used in the crispy fried chicken are provided by the system; they are unique to modern times, and the flavor is also one of a kind.

In ancient times, it was virtually impossible for anyone to replicate it.

"Besides, I won't give you the recipe."

Mother Shen chimed in, "That's right, don't even think about getting the fried chicken recipe. We'd rather starve than take the money you offer!"

Seeing that the soft approach wasn't working, Shen Chengzong decided to try a hard one. He stopped calling her "mother" and said directly, "Women cannot inherit the family business. The recipe left by my uncle should belong to me. If you and your daughter don't give it to me, don't blame me for asking the clan to help."

He actually didn't want to ask anyone from his clan to make decisions unless absolutely necessary.

After all, when he inherited Shen's father's property and business, the clan required him to treat Shen Qing and her daughter well, but he turned around and drove them out of the mansion.

To be honest, he felt somewhat uneasy about explaining things to his clan.

This is why he didn't directly ask someone from his clan to deal with Shen Qing, but instead sought out Li Bao.

"Who said the fried chicken recipe was left by my father?" Shen Qing turned his head and snorted coldly.

Zhao blurted out instinctively, "If it wasn't left by my uncle, how else could it have come from? Everyone knows that my uncle is the best cook."

"Hmph, if my dad really had a fried chicken recipe, why wouldn't he sell it in restaurants? Is he just complaining that business is too good?"

Zhao choked, and Shen Chengzong was also stunned, not knowing how to refute.

"Let me tell you, I invented this fried chicken myself. Since the guild won't let me sell it, then I won't sell it. As for the recipe, just forget about it."

Shen Chengzong looked grim, but he had personally smelled the aroma of fried chicken and witnessed its immense popularity. He knew it must be incredibly profitable, and he simply couldn't let it go.

"Sister Shen Qing, your words are unfounded, and besides..."

"Go ahead and invite people from the clan. I'll say the same thing to everyone. Besides, I'd like to ask the elders: you, Shen Chengzong, inherited so much of my father's wealth, yet you've driven my mother and me into this dilapidated house, barely feeding and drinking us. Is there any justice in this world?"

Having received the original owner's memories, Shen Qing naturally knew what had happened back then.

In front of all the clan elders, Shen Chengzong had promised to treat his mother as his own mother and to be filial to her.

Moreover, Shen Chengzong was not the only male member of the Shen family; he was simply the one who got there first.

Unable to muster the strength, Shen Chengzong could only sheepishly back down: "Sister Shen Qing, how about we cooperate..."

"I've already said I won't sell anymore, so please don't come to my house again."

"Can......"

"Are you going to get out or not? Are you going to get out or not?" Suddenly, Shen's mother's voice rang out, full of intimidation.

Shen Chengzong looked closely and, to his surprise, his mother was holding a kitchen knife and pointing it directly at him.

"oops!"

He quickly dodged, but Shen's mother was blind. If she accidentally hit him while wildly swinging the kitchen knife, he would have no recourse.

Seeing this, Shen Qing chuckled and said, "Mother, give me the cleaver, I'll chop it."

"it is good."

Shen's mother listened to her; she knew that her daughter could see better and was more accurate at chopping than she was.

She also knew that her daughter was sensible and wouldn't kill someone indiscriminately.

Shen Qing took the knife and approached Shen Chengzong and his wife step by step, each step filled with murderous intent.

Shen Chengzong felt his legs go weak.

"Run! Shen Qing is really going to chop me up! She hit me with a stick last time!" Having learned her lesson, Zhao shouted as she ran away.

Shen Chengzong then realized what was happening and hurriedly ran outside.

Goodness, Shen Qing is completely different from before. She used to be so soft and delicate, and looked so easy to bully. What happened to her now?

This is completely different from what he expected!

Shen Chengzong and Zhao ran quite a distance before slowly walking forward, discussing solutions as they went. The two were still greedy and wanted the fried chicken recipe.

Upon arriving at his doorstep, he found a group of yamen runners standing there.

The leader was none other than Xie Bantou.