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

By this time, several people were already waiting at the spot where Shen Qing had set up his stall yesterday.

"The steamed buns were so delicious yesterday, I only ate one basket, and I didn't get enough."

"You're one to talk, I couldn't even get a turn in line yesterday."

"I'm definitely going to try it today."

"..."

The stall owner who sold ancient books was also in the crowd. He hadn't been able to eat any yesterday, and he had been anxiously waiting all night. Finally, evening arrived.

As soon as Shen Qing arrived, the stall owner selling ancient books rushed forward and shouted, "I want a serving of crystal xiaolongbao!"

"Right now, it'll take at least fifteen minutes..."

Before Shen Qing could finish speaking, the stall owner selling ancient books hurriedly shouted, "I can wait!"

Others around also shouted anxiously:

"Madam Shen, I'll have one too!"

"I want two!"

Shen Qing deftly set up his stall and said unhurriedly, "Everyone, line up and come one by one. Today we have not only fresh pork filling, but also jade shrimp filling."

"Jade shrimp filling??"

"Can it taste better than meat?"

"There really are shrimp? I heard that's something only royalty and nobility can afford."

"..."

The diners were buzzing with discussion, but Shen Qing had no time to respond.

Kneading the dough, rolling out the wrappers, and filling them—each step requires focused attention.

......

As soon as it got dark, Zhao Wan quickly dragged Song Wenqian to the ghost market.

The main problem is that she can't go home too late, otherwise her family will find out. She can only finish eating the crystal soup dumplings early and go home early.

"Song Lang, hurry up! My brother said that stall is super popular, the line is incredibly long."

Song Wenqian walked slowly. He had come all this way to the ghost market, and he had no intention of buying cheap food.

There are so many rare treasures in the ghost market, I wish Song Wan could buy him a few more.

"Ah Wan, look, this pearl is so bright, it must be a luminous pearl!" Song Wenqian stopped and pointed to a bright luminous pearl, exclaiming.

His expression then became more humble and embarrassed: "I've never seen anything like this before. If I used it for lighting, it would be very convenient for reading at night..."

"Oh dear!" Zhao Wan was only thinking about food and didn't pay any attention to Song Wenqian's words. "I'll come back after I finish eating the steamed buns. Besides, I need to go back early. If my parents find out, I'm doomed!"

Song Wenqian was displeased. His family was so rich, why didn't they just buy it for him?

Xiaolongbao, xiaolongbao, are you a reincarnation of a starving ghost?

She's completely different from that stupid woman, Shen Qing.

In the past, all he had to do was casually say something, and Shen Qing would eagerly bring out the best things. But this Zhao Wan, whose family is clearly much richer, just won't spend any of his money!

It's a pity that Shen's father died and Shen Qing was penniless; otherwise, he might have been able to make a fortune off the family.

Song Wenqian was angry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only suppress his resentment and follow Zhao Wan forward.

After a while, the two suddenly smelled an extremely fragrant aroma, just like the steamed buns from yesterday, only this aroma was even more domineering and intense.

"I can smell it! It's the smell of crystal xiaolongbao!" Zhao Wan's eyes crinkled, her lips curled up, and her face was full of anticipation.

"Song Lang, run!"

Following the aroma, a long queue soon came into view, with many diners praising the food as they ate, creating a lively scene.

"Found it!" Zhao Wan said cheerfully, standing in the line with some curiosity.

Unlike Zhao Cheng, this was the first time she had ever come to the ghost market in the middle of the night, and queuing was a novel experience for her.

But Song Wenqian was very agitated.

As a poor man, he often bought steamed buns and noodles at the morning market, and queuing was a common occurrence for him, so he found queuing annoying.

"Ah Wan, standing in line here is taking up too much time. Didn't you want to go back soon?"

"But I want to eat crystal soup dumplings. I heard from others that they have jade shrimp filling today, and I want to try them."

Zhao Wan came specifically for the crystal xiaolongbao, so nothing could stop her from eating them.

This was the first time she had ever eaten such delicious steamed buns.

"You can add some money. If you add some money, you can cut in line. There are definitely plenty of people willing to do that." Song Wenqian didn't have much money, but he was very good at spending it.

Zhao Wan nodded as if she understood: "That's right."

"My brother seems to have told me about something like this before."

"You're just too naive." Song Wenqian reached out and tapped Zhao Wan's forehead. "Here's what we'll do: you wait here, I'll go buy it for you, and you just give me the money."

Zhao Wan was caught off guard and handed the entire money bag to Song Wenqian.

Song Wenqian took the money bag, his heart filled with joy.

It was heavy, and I guessed it contained a lot of silver. I took a few quick steps forward, opened it, and found that there were three or four silver notes inside.

Great! Zhao Wan is a bit of a fool; she doesn't go out much and isn't very familiar with prices.

He could also pocket a large sum of money from buying her a basket of steamed buns.

Take two silver notes, no, taking more shouldn't be a problem.

Someone like Zhao Wan, who is not short of money, probably wouldn't care how much money is in his purse.

As Song Wenqian strode forward, he stuffed three silver notes and some loose silver into his pocket. After stuffing the money in, he had reached the front of the line.

"It's...it's her??" Song Wenqian looked up and was immediately startled.

I was so focused on taking the money that I didn't notice that the woman setting up the stall in front of me was none other than Shen Qing.

Why is she setting up a stall here?

She's the one who's always out in the public eye; shouldn't she be at home, waiting for me to come back?

When Song Wenqian saw Shen Qing, his first reaction was fear. After all, he was essentially two-timing, so he felt somewhat guilty.

But her second reaction was that she felt a little embarrassed. Even if he didn't want Shen Qing anymore, she couldn't just run around setting up a stall in public.

If his classmates found out that he had a crush on such a woman in the past, how could he face them?

"No cutting in line! I'm at the very front, and I won't let you go even if you offer me money, unless you give me a tael of silver!"

At that moment, the person at the very front of the line shouted.

Yesterday, he personally witnessed Zhao Cheng buy a spot for one tael of silver, and he was in second place at the time.

That night, he thought countless times that if he were in first place, that tael of silver would be his.

So they arrived at the ghost market early to wait.

This young master looks refined and well-mannered; he's probably someone who's not short of money.

It seems he's going to make that tael of silver today!

Thinking this, a smile even appeared on his face.

His shout was extremely loud, and Shen Qing subconsciously looked up.

Then I saw a scholar who looked respectable and somewhat familiar.