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

"How is it? Isn't it super delicious?" Zhao Wan asked expectantly.

Song Wenqian didn't have time to say anything. He stuffed the buns into his mouth and, like a hungry wolf, devoured them all in no time.

They even licked the soup off their fingers completely.

"Delicious, truly delicious! This must have been made by your family's renowned chef, right? If it weren't for Awan, I probably would never have tasted anything this good in my entire life."

Song Wenqian then adopted a deeply affectionate demeanor, his expression carrying a hint of subtle inferiority.

The small steamed buns were indeed delicious, but they were gone in one bite, and they weren't as substantial as gold or silver.

Zhao Wan couldn't stand Song Wenqian's expression, so she quickly said, "My brother bought this from outside. I've never eaten anything so delicious before. Song Lang, let's go to the ghost market together tomorrow night!"

"My brother said it tastes even better when it's fresh out of the pot."

Upon hearing that the dumplings were bought from outside, Song Wenqian suddenly felt that the crystal soup dumplings he had just eaten weren't so delicious after all.

How could the street vendors possibly compare to the chefs at the Zhao family mansion?

But... when did food start being sold at the ghost market?

"If Awan wants to eat it, let's go together tomorrow night."

Song Wenqian smiled, putting on what he thought was a gentle expression.

But deep down, I had other thoughts.

The Ghost Market is full of rare treasures. If we go to the Ghost Market with Song Wan, we might be able to find some good stuff.

......

At this moment, there was still a long queue in front of Shen Qing's stall.

Many vendors even packed up their stalls and ignored their own businesses to queue up in front of Shen Qing's stall.

The aroma of crystal soup dumplings wafted through the streets. In the slightly chilly late night, taking a bite of these dumplings was an absolute delight.

The stall owner who sold ancient books, whom Shen Qingpan had talked to before, widened his eyes in surprise. He hadn't expected that so many people would actually come to buy steamed buns.

Especially considering how small and expensive those steamed buns were.

He kept swallowing, the delicious aroma lingering around his nose.

After a while, I still couldn't help myself.

Why don't he go and queue up to try it too?

Sigh, I should have bought a basket earlier; then I wouldn't have had to queue.

The vendor selling ancient books stood at the back of the line, but his eyes kept looking in the direction of the steamed buns.

"It smells so good!"

"It's so delicious! I never expected to find such good food at the ghost market."

"Madam Shen, do you sell these in the morning?"

"..."

The sounds of other diners filled the air, making the stall owner selling ancient books even more eager.

Maybe it's because food tastes better when there are many people around, he's really craving it now.

After waiting for a long time, I finally got to be at the front of the line.

"I'd like one..."

"Sorry, we're out of crystal soup dumplings for today."

"What?" The stall owner selling antique books widened his eyes. "You're not deliberately trying to avoid selling to me, are you?"

Helpless, Shen Qing pointed to the empty bowl of filling: "There really isn't any left."

The stall owner selling antique books was on the verge of tears: "I've been queuing for so long, how could they just disappear like that? So unlucky, so unlucky!"

I should have just bought it from the beginning.

Is this divine punishment for his disrespectful words?

"Please come again tomorrow night," Shen Qing said apologetically.

The system has a daily purchase limit, especially on the first day when the limit is the lowest, only two hundred units.

"Does Madam Shen really not sell during the day?"

"Yeah, it's going to take a whole day and night, and it's really making me anxious. This smells so damn good."

"Why doesn't Madam Shen sell her goods at the morning market?"

"..."

Other customers shouted all at once, some saying they hadn't bought anything, others saying they wanted more after eating. In short, the diners surrounded Shen Qing's stall, making it impossible to move.

"I don't sell during the day, only at the ghost market. Don't worry, I'll prepare more materials tomorrow. Please come again tomorrow night."

Based on the experience of the last crispy fried chicken, the daily purchase limit should be gradually increased.

After explaining for a while, the diners' emotions were calmed down, and they gradually dispersed in twos and threes.

Shen Qing pushed the cart home.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw a dim oil lamp lit inside the house.

Although it was dim, it felt especially warm in the pitch-black night.

Needless to say, this was the lamp lit by Shen's mother.

"My dear daughter, you're finally back!"

Shen's mother walked out of the house in the dark. Since she couldn't see, there was no difference between night and day to her.

"Mom, go sit down quickly, don't wander around, be careful not to fall."

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Mrs. Shen waved her hands repeatedly. "My daughter, there's good news, good news!"

"Someone came to our house just now, claiming to be the president of the food association. He said we don't need to pay membership fees, we can just continue setting up our stalls, and no one will cause us any more trouble."

"That's good. You can go back to selling fried chicken at the morning market. Our family's life will only get better and better!"

Shen's mother's tone was full of joy. "Setting up a stall at the morning market is great. It's safe and convenient."

Otherwise, she would always feel uneasy about her daughter going to the ghost market alone in the middle of the night.

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

But regardless of the truth, she won't be able to set up her stall at the morning market for the next few days, since she has to complete the system's tasks.

"Mom, I'm not selling fried chicken anymore. I'll sell steamed buns at the ghost market for now."

"You've made quite a bit of money today, feel it."

A few pieces of silver and some copper coins were stuffed into Shen's mother's palm.

Touching the heavy silver coins in her hand, Shen's mother couldn't help but advise, "My daughter, it's never safe to go to the ghost market."

"Mother, don't worry. There are quite a few customers today, and the ghost market is full of people doing business, so it's all pretty much the same. There's nothing to be afraid of."

After Shen Qing finished speaking, she went to pack her things.

Mrs. Shen sighed. With the family in such a state, she couldn't offer much help, and naturally, she couldn't make decisions for her daughter.

She even had a vague feeling that her daughter seemed to have become more independent and clear-headed since her serious illness.

She's become much colder, completely different from her previous personality.

"Alas, if it weren't for this sudden change, how could Qing'er have been forced to change her nature..." Mother Shen said with heartache.

One night passed.

Wang Yuan and his wife, Xie Bantou, got up very early and went to the morning market to wait.

"Brother, I misunderstood you because I'm too hasty," Wang Yueshu said, somewhat embarrassed.

Wang Yuan waved his hand: "It's nothing, it was all Li Bao and Shen Chengzong's doing. Don't worry, I'll pay the membership fee for Crispy Fried Chicken. I already told Madam Shen and the others yesterday, and I believe we'll be able to eat Crispy Fried Chicken this morning!"

"That's great! I haven't eaten all day yesterday, and I'm really craving it."

"Me too, I'm bringing one for the county magistrate today."

The three people looked on with anticipation, and many other diners were also trying their luck, hoping to get some crispy fried chicken.